Chronicle of a Sinner

I know I haven't been perfect, but I try.
I've spent my week closed inside my bubble trying to find You the way You were when I first met You.
But I can't find anything..So I step outside my bubble and take a long look to the world.
Then I find You. Behind the perfection and beauty of nature and through the wisdom and knowledge of Your people.
Everything gains a new light that spreads into my life and the ones who surround me. Everything is beautiful when You show up with that overwhelming glory which makes me soar through the skies.
Now I know You're always by my side and You won't let me fall into the "old me" again, because Your love for me made see what I was losing and sooner or later, I would end up dead.
I know I'm not perfect, but I'm trying.

LIVE

Do you know that feeling when you wanna hear that voice again, telling that you it's going to be okay and you don't need to cry about this thing that messes you up.
Yeah, it destroys you to pieces, leaving you with no heart, no soul and no sense of belonging on somewhere! You don't know what is it? I'll tell you, then.


It's a feeling that appears when you're tired and about to give up on yourself. You ask for help one last time and you expect no answer. But then you listen carefully the air you're breathing and notice that you're not alone, you're crying with someone on your side. 
In that moment, you tend to cry even more and breathing faster, hoping that this somebody reaches for you and hugs you with its strong arms. Its breath warms you up and then you start to feel safe and comprehensible, something that minutes ago was impossible due to the fact that no one's there for you!

The way you search even more for this strength, hoping that somehow heals your wounds, makes you wonder if you're even believing that this is really possible. Those arms start to pass through your mind and soul, now that your body is warm and your pain vanished completely, only leaving a track of some kind of power running through your veins.
In the middle of this damned sadness, fighting to survive, you hear it singing your favorite melody with some variations which make you smile, defeating so that damned thing.


Your soul feels its freedom, your mind feels its melody and your body feels its breathe. 
And there you go,this is the feeling that I was talking about.

Hey?!

I think that the world doesn't need me...at least anymore!
I've been used so many times that I'm not quite sure when I'm not. I don't want to be like that!


People started to love things and worship them. I guess they don't really know what does ''being in love for somebody'' really means and they don't even know which God is the Real One.


We see nations destroyed by wars, corruption between the politics, people hurt and dead, without any hope or support...All Tv channels are full of this!

We see teens without future but with a purpose, giving their lives to drugs, alcohol, smoke and all kinds of addiction, hoping to find some sort of satisfaction, something that calms down/ vanish for a while all the pain  they're feeling inside.


Enough!


Our future can't just die without purpose! Our love can't be used!
Our purpose might have a hard path, but has a beautiful end (:
So why to give up? The complicated paths aren't difficult to give up... are difficult to get up and continue, knowing that this pain might follow you until the end.
Actually, the hard times can be the greatest testimony ever, sometimes... well, most of the times, so I've been told. You might not be a good story teller.. but you have a unique story!

After all... The  world needs us!

A Letter to God

Dear God,


I'm not quite sure if the world's my problem or if I'm the world's problem. Can't figure out how and why people tell me things that don't trust anyone else. Why my difference's clearer than the others? What am I supposed to do with all that stuff?
All of us has got to learn with their mistakes...even if it hurts, right? 
"Bless and you'll be blessed"... I don't know if I'm doing everything right! Sometimes, things happens all the time and I can't find the right words to say and express all I know 'bout Your love and Yourself to the ones that doesn't know You and needs You!


Yeah, this sounds like me.. The quiet and insecure one...That doesn't really know if the right thing should be done and doesn't really is in a group that makes her feel like she belongs at school! Yes, I'm the one who's not really  loved at school but is loved outside it.. Sounds like me!


I know I have to overcome this, because this window must be tired of seeing me cry and everyone that trust me!
Please Father, read this humble letter.

Love,

Marta

Promise me that...

Aprendi que sou um "alien", que "my shoots are coming someday" e que "He Loves Me".

Aprendi que tudo o que faço tem como base erros mas uma só promessa e esta, de certeza ABSOLUTA, que vai ser cumprida.

Agora, resta-me caminhar porque alguém me vai ajudar a caminhar na minha vida.

Queda

Bastava um simples clique para todo encaixar e para a bomba explodir...
Não, não era daqueles casos que se resolvem de um dia para o outro. A tua ignorância deixa muito a desejar e a tua pouca idade e falta de experiência convenceram-te a ignorar a idade de outros que te aconselharam a afastar daquilo que te prejudicaria.
Agora, basta-nos observar enquanto a tua queda fatal acontece. Apenas te digo que te vou levantar sem uma única palavra..