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Julgando sem julgar Esse seu modo de caminhar, Julgando sem julgar Essa sua maneira de olhar, Julgando sem julgar O seu jeito se viver a vida, Julgando sem julgar O seu costume de amar, Olhando sem ver O seu modo destemido, Falar sem nada dizer Desse julgar sem condenar. S.P. da Silva 

A noite... Uma escuridão de temer Uma lembrança a recordar Uma lágrima que cai Sem que eu a consiga parar A noite... Tão amiga e conselheira Mas que tanto atormenta Tão bonita e serena Mas tão escura e traiçoeira A noite... Onde os medos me consomem As saudades me matam A música pára de tocar E a verdade... paira no ar!  Oh noite! Tão amiga da alma te vês, Mas como inimiga do coração te ris, Essa luz que me acalma E esse aperto que me extenua. S.P. da Silva 

That's why i admire her so much. That's why i look up to her. She's more than family, she's more than a friend... she's an inspiration, she's my strenght, my shoulder to cry on, my light in this world. Since i've known her, i've found out that admiration and love are overwhelming feelings. We all admire someone in this life...whether we personally know them or not...i've just had the luck to admire someone i know and love. She has the strenght of a woman in arms, she has lost and won so many battles that she is marked by life. She smiles with a broken heart, she cries in the silence of her dark empty room. She overcame because she fought, She overcame because she didn't give up, She overcame because she listened to her heart before anyone else's opinion. She overcame because she trusted herself. She overcame because she's a woman who never accepted defeat. She is the type of woman who was destroyed by life in so many ways...

Esquece o meu nome, Esquece quem sou, Esquece até o que te dei, Mas nunca te esqueças o que te ensinei. As palavras, Os olhares, Os sorrisos, E as lágrimas, Esquece o meu perfume, E a cor dos meus olhos, Só não te esqueças o abraço que te segurou. S.P. da Silva

Passo os dias a pensar... Palavras que não sei dizer, sentimentos que não sei gestir. Entre o medo e a alegria vivo tentando encontrar harmonia. Pesadelos durante a noite e ataques de pânico durante o dia. Vivo na esperança de realizar os meus sonhos mas com medo de sofrer. Sinto demasiado e não digo nem metade do que sinto. Tenho saudades de quem ainda tenho ao meu lado, por ter medo de perder as pessoas sem ponto de volta. Vivo na ansiedade de que algo aconteça porque dentro de mim acredito que Deus me quis castigar levando-me o meu pai pra longe. Cheguei ao ponto de silêncio. Aquele ponto em que digo sempre está tudo bem só pelo facto de que não consigo expressar o que sinto. Tem dias que só quero chorar e outros que nada me afecta, tenho dias de sentir saudades ao ponto de sentir o coração a doer, outras que estou tão feliz que tudo parece cinco estrelas e outros que um momento estou bem e noutro vazia. Passo os dias a relembrar.... aqueles momentos do passado em que m...

Once in a while I wonder What true strength really is. Who is it that defined it? Who is it that claimed it his? And why is it we think that So few of us are strong? Are the rest of us truly weak? Or are we simply wrong? Mustn't cry in public. Mustn't cry at all.  Be strong and sturdy, always.  Let no one see you fall. For then, " you're weak", they'll tell you. They'll make you feel so small. Smaller than you already feel While they stand straight and tall. And somehow they'll be called the words you'd like to hear. They're so brave and they're so strong,  with no weakness and no fear.  But really, is it them? The ones who should be praised? For they aren't the ones who, an issue, faced. It was you who was made to feel weak by those who jeered. It was you who moved on after you weeped and were greeted by sneers. And move on, you did, didn't you? You did, though they were cruel. After it all, You stoo...

What do you see? It's hard to tell...you see a woman...I see a soul... You see beauty, I see Perfection... You see a photo, I see a feeling...one image, million things to see, The beautiful positioned hair, The way she holds the cup, The way you see her looking ahead, Yet you do not see her eyes. The feeling of serenity and peace, Love and tranquility, Makes you wonder who this woman is... Makes you wonder how can you see so much while seeing so little. What do you see? A beautiful woman...and a stranger yet powerful feeling of serenity.                                                          S.P. da Silva