some say: he was to young to die, but know one is old enough

sinto muito, falo pouco, ou�o tudo que n�o se diz

pois eh, aki vai uma primeira via de pensamentos:

''She might not
have lived all
but she lived a lot
not enough
cause it's never so

but she did a lot of things
without her I wouldn't be here
neither a big part of my world

maybe almost anyone
know her story besides us
and it's a very big one
in all aways it might mean
sweet women, strong girl


she mainteined we all standed up
even when all we wanted to do was cry
when even tears missed sense
cause there's nothing capable to express
the pain and misery that crushes ourselfs
when everything failed,
she was there

and in the end of her life she looked a little tired
not that her courage was gone
but it have been seeded all her life long
and if she rests now, it's our job to keep on moving
it's a hard new situation
that we have to use all the lessons
she have ever teached us
I'll remember you''

bom, qm me conhece talvz entenda, espero q qm não conhece entenda tbm, msmo sem saber a q me refiro, mas ''a obra não pertence ao artista'', como diria eu, hehehe