Já em contagem decrescente, aproximasse mais um aniversário!
Desta vez meu...
Para comemorar o meu nascimento e com alguma alegria, a pessoa que sou hoje....

Eu gosto de mim...

E é bom saber que, para alguém sou uma super mulher... capaz de tudo... possíveis e impossíveis.
Capaz de arranjar aquilo que todos dizem já não ter solução... de fazer aparecer o que já se diz desaparecido...
Os anos passam e, o fôlego desta criança no corpo duma mulher, vai-se perdendo para tantas velas...
As prendas deixaram de ser surpreendentes para serem as necessárias.
A vida ensinou-me que há prioridades a respeitar, regras e politicas na arte de bem sobreviver...
O lixado é que sempre fui uma aluna rebelde... daquelas que passavam à rasquinha porque se distraíam muito...
Na verdade, ainda hoje sou assim.
Continuam a acreditar nas minhas capacidades.. e eu, continuo a responder ás mesmas.
Mas esta super mulher, mortal... precisa de energias... muitas.
E vai busca-las onde outros nem sonham...
A um mundo só seu, fechado a sete chaves...

I tried to kill those ghosts inside of me
That voice you spoke is yelling in my ears
And I don't believe in love fools...
I'd like to have those eyes you want to kiss

Wishing something
I wish I had that voice you want to hear
I believe in
And I don't believe in love fools
Do you feel something
This feeling is so hard that I can't breathe
Wishing something
I wish you'd touch my hair when I'm asleep

And I don't know
And I don't believe in love fools
I'm tired of this
The words you wrote are putting me away
I'm tired of that
I know that love was for somebody else
And I don't know... me, myself and I

You and I know
You and I try
You and I ran
Leaving old stories far behind

And it feels good
And it's so warm
Having those eyes
Playing with me, myself and I...

I tried to kill those ghosts inside of me
The voice you spoke is yelling in my ears
And I don't know
And I don't believe in love fools...
I'd like to have those eyes you want to kiss

Wishing something
I wish I had that voice you want to hear
I believe in...
And I don't believe in love fools
I believe in me... me myself and I... me, myself and I

You and I know
You and I try
You and I run
Leaving old stories far behind

And it feels good
And it's so warm
Having those eyes
Playing with me, myself and I...

I'm tired of this... I'm tired of that...

You and I know
You and I try
You and I ran
Leaving old stories far behind

And it feels good
And it's so warm
Having those eyes
Playing with me, myself and I...

The Gift - me, myself and I

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’97
... Wear sunscreen !

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists
whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…

I will dispense this advice now.


Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth;
oh nevermind;
you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me,
in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself
and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….

You’re not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry,
but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.

The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind;
the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you ...

Sing

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts,
don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss

Don’t waste your time on jealousy;
sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…
the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults;
if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…
the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives,
some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees,
you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t,
maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t,
maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…

what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either
– your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…
don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..

Dance…
even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions,
even if you don’t follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings;
they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go,
but for the precious few you should hold on.

Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle
because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard;
live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths,
prices will rise,
politicians will philander,
you too will get old,
and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable,
politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you.

Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse;
but you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair,
or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it.

Advice is a form of nostalgia,
dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal,
wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen…

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