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Quando estiver louca exponha sua loucura Louco é quem não tem seu tipo de doçura Quando estiver triste pegue uma flor Ela revelará para ti o nosso amor Quando estiver cansada não vá para a cama Mas corra para os braços de alguém que te ama (tem gente pra caramba) Quando perder a fé olhe para o céu Lá o Criador sonhou seus olhos de mel Sonhou seu nome Sua cor Seu sorriso Seu amor Quando olhar pra esse texto lembre-se de mim Alguém que te ama tanto e quer te ver bem, sim A beleza em cada olhar, A alegria no andar, O nome regular Que de regular só tem o som Em cada momento ruim E em cada momento bom Sempre por ti pretendo estar!

Carla was always complaining about her brother, every day a new problem of him for us to know about. But that day it wasn’t something that I had to know, since I was the cause of it. I was the problem, that’s why I was in the corner looking from a big distance and not by her side. If I only knew three weeks ago that today I would be like this, I would never get involved with the boy next door.  You know that kind of friendship that starts even before you are born and you’re sure that it’s going to last forever? Well, that was me and Carla. Our mothers were friends and got pregnant by the same time, we were born within the difference of one month and we were inseparable since then. We were always gossiping about boys, buying things together, or just trying them and leaving it in the store, because, you know… teenagers. And like if that wasn’t good enough, we became neighbors a few months ago.  Carla had a brother, Lucas. He was older, already in college, athletic, dang...