Bem, esse ano eu aprendi a fazer muitas coisas. Muitas coisas mesmo. Aprendi a ter amor próprio, a chutar quem me chuta, a fazer picolé de limão, a falar em público e também a escrever sonetos chatos e sem sentido, que na verdade tem sentido, mas continuam sem sentido.

In the middle of the night you can find a thing
In the middle of the night you can find the sky
And when you see the sky you stop to think
And without realizing you start to cry.

When you see that your time is ending
Your only desire is back to the past
And now you know that you are surrendering
And after all, you still wanting do your best.

Do your best to enjoy your life
And enjoy the time you don’t enjoyed before
You just want to find a knife
And after you just want to do the best score.

Life is a thing so dark as the night
And is a thing so dangerous as a knife.