Be true to yourself, find your place, walk the Earth.
Eu,
Que achei que a vida era tão fácil,
Descobri que não é bem assim.
E não foi alguém que me falou,
Foi vivendo que aprendi.
O valor de tudo que passou,
Dos momentos que eu não vi,
Dos beijos e abraços que não pude dar,
E das despedidas que eu perdi.
Mas,
Eu estou aqui, seguindo com firmeza,
No caminho que eu escolhi.
Em memória de Manoel de Andrade Moreira, verdadeiro guerreiro, grande homem, e meu amado avô. Descanse em paz vô. 04/04/1930 – 24/03/2018.
Capt Plant
Alone I may be wondering in this foreign lands,
Owning to my name only what I can carry with my hands.
But all the strengh and serenity in my possesion,
Come from the magical strings that bound us together.
Whereve I go, my loves,
You are with me, and I,
With you.
Capt Plant, honestly speaking.
Mother,
May I never forget all the
suffering I’ve seen,
May I remember the eyes of misery,
the utter of despair,
and the cry of the hopeless.
I ask you, that it may be engraved
in my soul,
So when I look my eyes in the mirror,
I will know where I stand.
Capt Plant
Hoo Hoo Hoo
We are the pirates who
sail the waters of existance,
Never ashore, always
afloat.
No matter the distance,
I set my pace low,
following the sun
in a perfect flow.
Not making the question
but living the answer.
I abdicate to solve the
mistery unsolved.
For this vast quest,
is how I chose to roll,
in a ship made of flesh
guided by a soul.
– Capt G. Plant
Know one,
Know all.
One is you,
All is one.
Hayato
With the light
Came a great burden,
That can either burn us alive
Or make us fly.
To master this untammed fire
Is our lifelong fight.
I may use whatever tools I can find,
But first, I must open my eyes.
For my daily battle,
I chant my war cry.
Thank you Lord, for my life;
Thank you, for my fight.
Hayato
I am the guardian of my realm,
And its borders,
Lies at the tip of my sword.
Hayato
Ones true riches,
Lies where no other can
Touch or see.
And to this infinite hall,
There is only one key.
To the door,
Help you may have.
But inside,
You must carry it.
Hayato
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley