Although the spirit trembles at the memory and is averse to crying, / I will begin.
In the winter, I protect you, in the summer, I go fishing, in the fall, I get to know you, in the spring, I can like you, and in the summer, I melt so that in the rain, I can dance and walk together!
Beto Guedes
We suffer more in imagination than in reality.
Seneca
Persistent work conquers everything, and the misery that emerges in difficulties.
Virgil
Anger is a brief madness.
Horace
You are a gift and I can't lose it.
Vanessa da Mata