1992

Fly far, as far as the eye can reach
Is imprinted on everything the retina grasps
Wrapped in memory
And resigned from all evil by nature
Immunized by the echoes of childhood
Accepting the scratches
And awkward curves of youth
Analyzing the choices
Losses and gains of adult life.

And I’m so short of expectations
Trying to apologize for everything
That inadvertently let me take shape
And have gained a life of their own over the years;
I have already mentioned so many regrets
And what was not solved in time
He left alone
I can still kick the can down the road some issues
And to extend certain deadlines
But I can not wait for the others
I can not just grab myself
To my ideals and think that this
Will save me from future retaliations
I try to stay true to what I believe
In spite of what is established to me
I wake up and I sleep dreaming
With the best way to govern
my life
I even believe in destiny.
But I do not just guide you
When I give my final word
I think too much, and almost always try to see
The side of the other
Debts and small charges of conscience
Fight for a better place
In my thinking;
And there are so many sectors and branches
inside of me
Destined to the many areas that I even lose
Trying to organize them so they do not go crazy for good.

I cannot say no to who I like
Remorse hurts me when I try to act different.
Because I try to carry out my projects
And I do not want to be a burden to anyone
It is difficult to reach an agreement
When one is naturally impartial
I know this very well
And all the pains that come from this attitude
They let me explode
I hate screaming and getting into trouble.
If I could I would have relieved so much
That you can not even imagine.

Sometimes I cry when I see my photos.
When I was a child
Because certainly “the quietest girl in the class”
Is disappointed with the type
Of people that I have become
I already promised myself not to go after
Of embarrassing situations
But it is almost inevitable
Keep me out of trouble
The time is running and in a little while
Not even a window will be open
if I need
It’s an arduous battle that no one will fight.
in my place
Never made my mind up the idea
To live by chance
And I still hope to return to the world
Half of the opportunities he
Already granted me
I hope I can count on you in the end
And I sincerely hope you accept me
With all the small qualities
And countless defects that I admit without hesitation
I’m trying to make peace with the world.
With the exaggerated projections I made for myself
Trying to break stigmas
And fixing myself gradually
Until I get in the way
There is no longer room for mea culpa
I can not live by the edges anymore
And even if reality crushes me
Along the way
The commitment to become someone better
It’s all mine.

—By Mariana S.-F., 24, São Paulo, Brazil