I'm like a book. Some people interpret me by its cover. Some people just love me for it. Some people do not understand me. There are those who never tried. There are those who always wanted to read me. Some people never interested. There are those who read and did not like. There are those who read and fell in love. There are those who are looking at me words of comfort. Some people only perceive theory and objectivity.
"Que sejamos doce,
ao ponto que o tempo nunca amargue.
Que a felicidade esteja em nós,
de um jeito que a tristeza nunca estrague." — Céu (via prisioneiro-da-morte)