What the f*ck is ...

Life does not exist.
Life is some sort of a movie, we watch and remember everyday, eventually we interact.
Always wishing we had done things in a different way.
Always wishing for a different end.
Always wanting more, and always dreaming, desiring, waiting for a different thing.

Even when the good things are the best thing we ever had, we keep wishing better...
Eventually we pray to some saint, or even to god himself, and when our prayers dont come true we give up in all faith and we curse all the gods and saints that ever existed... eventually we forget.

Eventually we also give up on everything and we move on to a new "life", a new faith, maybe even, new saints.. Just to find out that all those things wont change anything, and in the end we'll sitll are the persons watching the movie of our own lifes.

Always hoping..
Always dreaming..
Always wanting more...

Even thought, we do NOT learn from our past.
We keep on being only watchers in our own life...
We keep having faith that out fairy tale will come true...
But here's the new's flash:

it wont!

Pergaminhos antigos perdidos em gavetas e reencontrados ontem :)
Texto escrito num café, na parte de trás de um maço d tabaco..
por vezes, os pensamentos + lucidos chegam-nos onde n devem...
por vezes somos nós que não lhe damos a devida atenção.
No final, a realdidade é a mesma.. e o filme não para.