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Make me
Make me stay and smile. Make me be more reasonable. Make me a happy person. Make me more understanding. Make me love you for who you are. Make me dance and sing when I think of you. Make me feel beautiful just for you. Make me an amazing lover, an incredible friend. Make me more of a human being. Make me forget my mistakes and past resentments. Make me a free being to love and respect you. Make me yours every day, every second, in every action. Make me realize. Make me miss and admire you. Make me who I am and who I want to be. Make me with different materials. Make me from clay, from scratch, from water. Air. Make me in your saliva, in your pores. Make me aware. Make me yours.
Elis Regina
Elis Regina 1945-1982 She is one of the reasons why I am in love with music. I remember her death and it hurts. Her voice, however, is eternal.
I went to a store on Thursday and I overheard a conversation between a little girl and her mom. They were speaking Spanish and the girl was telling her mom how she wanted to seat somewhere, but there were no seats around. They caught my attention because they were very pretty. Her two daughters looked like little dolls. They had big brown eyes, brown straight hair, beautiful skin and teeth. The girl sounded very sweet, but also very assertive. She made me think about one time that I was very sick -- when I was about her age and I was at a store called Mesbla in Brazil. We used to go there on Saturdays when my dad was off and always had fun browsing their large stock of products. That day I sat down under the racks of clothes to wait for my parents. I was feeling very bad. My mom got mad because I sat down on the floor. I think I've always been like that. Not very picky. Then maybe I should start re-evaluating my standards. Maybe I should model myself after that girl that I saw at t...