As irmãs

     Ela reclamou de mais uma lua
     Enquanto andávamos em busca de vida
     Estava acesa a luz pela rua
     O barulho vazio virando a avenida

     Vieram andando como quatro bêbados
     Sorrisos da elite para a minha classe
     Seus olhos refletiram os meus como espelhos
     Botei-me na frente sem que ela arriscasse

     Segurou minha mão como um cavalheiro
     Colocou meu cabelo atrás da orelha
     Eu disse que aceitava pelo desespero
     Eles sorriram então para a noite negra

     Quando amanheceu, nós fomos embora
     Ela não entendia, mas não perguntava
     Pensar como inteiro foi difícil na hora
     Fomos ricas por um dia mas no final não bastava

     Ela dormia com estrelas no rosto
     Seus traços tão jovens para tanta miséria
     Pensei à respeito com tanto desgosto
     Se valia à pena fazer isso por ela

     Então sai para as festas sem fim
     A alta elite nem reclamou
     Peças cristalinas, de ouro e marfim
     Voltei de manhã, ela não acordou

     Eu nunca deixaria que ela um dia
     A recompensa comigo já era o bastante
     Eu sei que sonhava à noite em justiça
     Mas sua sobrevivência era mais importante

     Mas chegou a noite não esperada
     E todo momento virou uma guerra
     Horas difíceis na febre mais alta
     Ela seguiu o sol, partindo da terra

     A alta elite sentiu minha ausência
     A qualidade era alta, chamando meu nome
     Mas depois que criei consciência
     Preferi partir para a sede e a fome

     Peguei a sobra de todo o meu ser
     Andando com ritmo seguindo o farol
     Sei que não tinha mais nada a perder
      Traçando as ruas, seguindo o sol

Liberdade

     E no meio da prova de filosofia, ela resolve olhar para o papel, absorvendo o tema. Ela lança um sorriso para o velho professor barbudo, tira seu exemplar de "A Divina comédia" e começa a deliciar-se com a literatura dantiana.

      Poucas horas depois, o horário mínimo acaba e ela sai da sala sendo seguida por olhares curiosos.

      Dias depois, o resultado da prova chega, gerando a surpresa da turma ao ver que a única nota máxima veio da audaciosa menina que resolveu ler Dante a resolver o teste. 

     Mas afinal, o que seria melhor para fazer diante do tema de liberdade?

São momentos atualmente
que você sente que ela mente
e a vida mete, mata, mede, muda, estuda, usa, abusa
e muda tão de repente que você nem sente.

     "E se o tempo apertar, a gente se ama em câmera lenta"

     "E ela guardava mil e uma estórias naquele olho de uma cor só"

Adiamento

Era terça
Mas ela deixou
Para sorrir
Na sexta

Bald tears in Heaven

     They told me I was dying. I have already knew that. My friends too. My grandparents, my aunt, my whole family. They all knew that already.

       I guess the only person that had a little of hope was my brother. He says everyday to me I am alive and he is crazy to take me home with him. And, even I believing that I was going to die a little later than now, I knew he was kind of… out of himself.

     Two years before I was born, he lost our sister to a car accident, and now he is losing me to Cancer.  For me, that’s ok. I want to be near to god as soon as possible. For him, I guess he is not so good.

     I stopped using a machine to be alive. It was not going to work and I was sick of staying at the hospital. I knew that I did not have so many time, that’s why I wanted to come back home, say goodbye to my friends and get away from the hospital. I was ready to take a deep breath and to go to the heaven. I have been waiting for this since forever, and now, with being sure that I made difference in some people’s life, I was ready to die.

     I had my last day at school with some friends today. I touched my head. No hair, as usual, the only think that was making me crazy for dying now, it is because I will be bald on sky. Great.

    After all the cries, the entire goodbye and everything, I came back home at night. I was not going to last more than week, the doctors told us, but I did not want to see them again. It Would hurt more.

     When I came back home, I found my brother in the garden on the dark. He saw me and he started to pretend he was not crying, but I saw it. I seated with him and we stayed on silence for a long time. He started to cry again.

     - Do you think I will be bald on the sky? – I asked him. He laughed.

     - With all of this happening and you are asking me about your appearance? – he asked.

     - Well, if I am going to find the creator, I want to make sure I am going to be beautiful, so he can see that he did a great job on me.

     He smiled and he hugged me.

     - You are the best masterpiece he has ever made. – he told me.

      I died 4 days after that. I came to the sky, I saw god, he hugged me and took me as my father. My black hair was back to my head and I found my little sister. She smiled and took me as an old friend, and she recognized me (so do I) even because she died before I was even in my mom’s belly.

      I still watch my brother every day. He got married and he had three kids. All boys. He loves them, but he always wanted a girl. He thinks about me at least once in a month and he stills light up a candle form me every year on the day I died.

My mother and holidays don't match

     What do I want for Christmas? Really? After seventeen years of my existence, you ask me now? Well, what can I say? Let’s think about something. Last year, you gave me a car, then you disappear  for 3 months. The year before, you gave me an IPhone, than you forgot my birthday because you were traveling with your boyfriend that is 5 years older than me.

     Do you know what I want? I do not want money. I want to spend a day with you, mom. I want just you and I to hang out together, like mother and daughter. I want us to have a real talk about MY problems this time. I am done with yours. I want us to travel one day, just you and I. Not me, you and a 22 years old guy that you met on thanksgiving break while you were doing I don’t know what while I was waiting for you, because you promised that you would be there.

     I want you to hug me sometimes. A hug at least with 10 seconds, not 2. I want you to be home at least one day to see my reports and say “great job” or anything like this. But, I think you have never seen one report of mine.

     Do you know anything about me? My favorite color… food… Did you know that I play basketball? Did you know that I am allergic to peanuts? Did you know?

     Do you want to know what I want for Christmas? I want your love, mom. Is this hard to understand? I do not care about cars, money or anything else. I want you, mom.

      But do you know what? Today is December 27. It is not Christmas anymore. You were with your new boyfriend and I was here waiting for you, because you promised again that you would come. Christmas is over, mom. And I am done. I will live with dad by now.