If todady was your last day..

" My best friend gave me the best advice
He said each day's a gift and not a given right
Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind
And try to take the path less traveled by
Like first step you take is the longest stride

If today was your last day
tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
Would you call old friends you never see?
Reminisce old memories
Would you forgive your enemies?
Would you find that one you're dreamin' of?
Swear up and down to God above
That you finally fall in love
If today was your last day "

Excerto da musica, If today was your last day. Nickelback.

Post avulso. (Escultura?) [2]

Post que mereceu um post (6) [sic]

Que sacada hen meu amigo?!
desenho do meu querido amigo terrestre Eduardo.

Cada um com seus vícios!!!!

FHC maconha, Lula 51, E.P.L. blogs e Dilma mulheres!!!!

O mundo sem mim..

Laura, after the Crash. The helicopter she was traveling in crashed into an open, dry field and burst info flames, killing three of the six passengers on board, including the pilot. Laura survived, but barely. She was burned, crushed, and near death. She broke 45 bones. She was pulled from the burning wreckage by her hair. To this day, she still cannot walk. While there wasn't a part of her body that was unharmed, her spirit and determination to live a full, happy life remains stronger than ever. This image taken in a lush, green field is meant to signify her rebirth.
(Photo and caption by Judy Starkman).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Outro dia, fiquei pensando no mundo sem mim.

Há o mundo continuando a fazer o que faz.

E eu não estou lá. Muito estranho. Penso

No caminhão do lixo passando e levando o lixo

E eu não estou lá. Ou o jornal jogado no jardim

E eu não estou lá para pegá-lo. Impossível.

E pior, algum tempo depois de estar morto, vou ser

Verdadeiramente descoberto. E todos aqueles

Que tinham medo de mim ou me odiavam

Vão subitamente me aceitar. Minhas palavras

Vão estar em todos os lugares. Vão se formar

Clubes e sociedades. Será nojento.

Será feito um filme sobre a minha vida.

Me farão muito mais corajoso e talentoso do que

Sou. Muito mais. Será suficiente para fazer

Os deuses vomitarem. A raça humana exagera

Em tudo: seus heróis, seus inimigos, sua importância.

Charles Bukowski