She was 5

"I lived in Florida. But now I live here."
"Yeah, me too. I lived in Brazil, but now I live here. I moved."
"Eh... I don't like to move."
"I know... But moving can be good. You get to know different places and people, right?
"Yeah, but... I prefer Florida."
"But you can always visit there, right?"
"Yeah, but they took the things out of my house.'Cuz I had a castle. My room was tiny, but the house was really big and beautiful."
"Well... maybe you have to build a new castle here."
"What castle?"
"The castle of your dreams. That's what I'm trying to do."
"But how?"
"I don't know, I'm just starting too. But I think it will be much better than my last one."
"My mom and my dad and my sister loved our castle. It was so good."
"Maybe. But now you can build your own castle. Exactly the way you want. It will be the best, and you won't even remember why you thought the last one was that good."
"...Can I paint it pink?"
"Of course! Anything is possible."

Hush

Just shut up. Stop it. Drop it. Listen. Can you hear it? It's your heart, constant and happily beating and yelling that you're fine and alive, while still unnoticed by your ignorance. Now close your eyes and look deep inside yourself. No view can ever be as beautiful as this one. Now feel the ground below your feet, the world around you. You're part of it. There's no beginning, no end. Just love. Unconditional divine love connecting you to each and every being in this world to something even bigger. Something made of the love we share. Something as strong as our dreams. We may try to define this something as much as we want, but the bottom line always is: I'm so glad to be here, who I am, with me, with you, forever.

The Idea

"I dunno, even after all the shit we've been through... I'm afraid to still be in love with that feeling... with that idea of happiness I had beside him."
"My dear, one day you'll find the one for you. Not an idea, but a reality. And you'll understand that nobody has to make you feel like shit sometimes for you to feel the happiest you've ever been."

For the First Time

He could be a serial killer. He could have hired a woman to pretend to be his mom on the phone. He could be fugly and just disguise it pretty well in the webcam. He could be nothing as he showed to be all these 2 months. He could just not be attractive. 
And I could just run away, turn around and go back home. But instead, I waited for him to jump out the bus, say my name and kiss me in the intense way only an in love 16-year-old would. 
He was everything I thought he would. And so much more.

The Rose

                It seems to me that we have the illusion that people and life itself will kindly give us success simply for the fact that we are “a nice person”.  

                However, I find it hard to believe that good opportunities come just like that, for free. A pretty face e and friendly smile may help you through the way, but all the rest is a fair combination of hard work, time and tons of effort.
                You probably believe that one can get fame, admirers, success and recognition only by being in a Reality Show or pop rock band. Indeed, it may be true, but not as an isolated x-factor of success. The former Big Brother contestant will have to leave the house and give his best to find balance on the entertainment tightrope. The rock star will have to take deep breaths to not freak out in the middle of a tour or ruin his own career for some foolishness in the middle of the way to the top.
                My PT at the gym once said that “people have willpower, but usually are not willing to power up”. True story. We want a nice fit body, but it’s too much work to jump out of bed on a rainy day to work out or to resist the candy we crave every day.
                Life is hard, no doubt, and it’ much easier to give up in the middle of the way because it’s “just too hard”. Not rarely we focus much more in the goal than in the path we’ll have to take, hoping it will take little time and work to get there.
                On the other hand, if the dream is big enough and your willpower even more powerful, it comes true. It may take some time, wounds and scars, of course. But hard working, combined with a generous amount of reasonability to make good choices, will lead you to your goal.
                And if you got there and it isn’t exactly what you had imagined… Well, let’s start over. Discover new dreams, seek new conquests and embrace new challenges. After all, it is not the goal itself that gives us the feeling of fulfillment, but the time and effort we invest to achieve it.
                Quoting The Little Prince, “it is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”
                How important is your rose?

The Cabinet

What if my heart still sinks at the thought of us?
Us. It's been so long since I said it outloud. And it seems even longer since we really were 'us'.
Has it been that long? Is that girl in the picture... me? Was she as happy as she seems to be?
And who is that guy beside her? What's that look is his eyes? I haven't seen it for so long... I look a little closer trying to read what is now so obvious in his glare. 
I take a step back.
Could I have actually forgotten what being in love feels like?
And then I close my eyes.
And I feel it. I can taste it, look at it, feel it in my finger tips. I can listen to those three words every girl wants to hear.
But the hint of pleasure suddenly is obscured by a dense cloud of pain and tears, making me aware of what came right after it all.
I open my eyes, relieved that the daydream is over. I'm still me.
I take a deep breath, glad that I'm able close this grief cabinet once again.
But I can't throw it out. I can't erase it. 
And something inside me says that it's ok to remember.
And that now I'm the one who says when this cabinet is open or closed.
That's enough for now.