Analise this, Freud.

You only have on life to live.
Marx teaches us to blame society for our failures.
Freud teaches us to blame our parents and
Astrology teaches us to blame the universe.
But the only place to look for blame
is if you didn't have he guts to bring out your full self,
if you didn't act on your desires,
if you didn't take advantage of what was in front of you
and didn't live the life that was your potential.

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Você só tem uma vida para viver.
Marx nos ensina a culpar a sociedade por nossas falhas.
Freud nos ensina a culpar nossos pais e a
Astrologia nos ensina a culpar o universo.
Mas a única razão para existir alguma culpa
é se você não teve a coragem de ser você mesmo por inteiro
se não agiu por seus impulsos
se não tirou vantagem do que estava na sua frente
e não viveu a vida em todo seu potencial.

A better dream.

I dreamed I was in London.
Isn't that just perfect?
I could feel my heart exploding in real life!

There were some weird stuff.
I had only a fifty pounds bill in my pocket.
And at a certain point, I was on a bus.
The bus in front of us fell on the river by the road,
but didn't upside down. I was just like nothing happened.
We didn't stop to help.
We got to London Eye, I was trying to get in...
and I woke up.

Hope someday I can get in.

An awful dream.

I had a dream last night.
I met a boy and we fell madly in love.
People were against it, we fought for it, and then it was fine.
Outta nowhere, I cheated on him. And he saw it.
I could see the light fading off his eyes.
I felt empty, like I'd feel in his place.
Now I'm awake, and I spent the day thinking of it.
With that image in my mind.
His expression, his reaction.
Like if the floor vanished from his feet.
I feel bad for that, until now.
I don't doubt it will stay in my mind for a while.
That truly gave me a lesson.
A lesson for real life.

You're from heaven.

No, you're not angels.
Well, yeah, but that's not the point.

You guys live, according to Kyle,
in Coke's fabric town! That's heaven!
Kiddin'.

But your Palmtops are cheap.
Though I got 3 pairs of Havaianas.
And Guaraná.
And Kero Ke Ry (steak sandwich).

But don't worry, you're angels from heaven.

Atlanta people rock.

Gotta say more?
Ok.

I said I'm hunting you down till you leave Londrina.
Truth is, I'm a facebook profile hunter too.
Sorry, but you'll always have a bumper sticker.
At least on your birthday, don't worry, I'll remember
(well, facebook will remind me, same thing).
Because I really love you guys.

And when I travel to USA, I'm taking Arnaldo's with me.

P.S.: u better come back!