Be the poet or the interpreter Made puppet for these people No bickering Being the way it is Even your ceiling falling And keep smiling Floor without stopping Accommodated not devote Believe that the world Ira change I wash my dirty clothes I plant my food I believe I can I do not think I came from And whither I go If the problem is math Why bothering me. Damn, each with their Says poor bastard But do not see the navel Tomorrow it could be you Bloomy And candles in the four corners 'm Pleased elegant Than that serves It's just a piece of cloth With a beautiful name advertise poison Our poison is better a "single drop just Buy now and experience if you do not like going back to complain sit on top of a mountain forgetting all those people hypocritical and arrogant breathe fresh air, admire the sky relax and open a soda burp tight putting out impurities fattening me and me enfeia purify the fountain of pure water drinking the simple things savoring its taste and find that still has no cure use no moral only feel the heat heating this cold wind admire the chlorophyll of plants it stops being not Get Fat Beautify the immobilized life without invading anyone's place what really matters is what I am that a liquid drop my appears someone like you no matter if your ideas are confused not knowing what to say

Being jealous is natural within the normal And how to play against yourself without morals lanejo I will say looking for an outlet Intrigue turned into a fight, this one-way road Now I hear a girl crying, just listen I do not see Disguise and go out to walk, do not know where, but I leave my contempt The tears seemed endless, along with the bad words, which I mistreated yes Take a fright and I'm on guard, not believing that you spoke to me Now I hear a bell ring, din gift Pride prevents says his kiss was good Time passed and my ego grew Já'não recall what love could be mine You against me says that the bell is not a gift Din What difference does it make, his kiss was really bomTrapaceando hate this game Where whoever wins gets idleness. Bringing into play as a trophy love her. You suffer for something that did not happen The time darkened and everything was so peaceful Want to control you and keep you with me in a span I feel someone traveling, I try and not against I hear a bird singing perched on a tree trunk How wish I could fly and be watching you But I realize that walking is better than crawling up when Time passed and my ego grew Have not remember the love that could be my

Living in the past Forgetting this Not having spent The future is ahead Has no future Live this content I see my daughter cry Hear their tear drain How healthy is your toys Scattered on the ground to collect Not having to worry about Taking time to bloom With the learning time Anything can happen Feel my fingers callous My eyes burn My mouth yawning And my brain rust Yes learn and evolve Conquer, achieve and practice Progress and think That will start tomorrow My aching body my muscles defined are few and weak before this immensity important thing is not to know know why know satisfaction of my doubts finding the answer to why I am not a machine the machine that is not human 'm flesh and bone rational ordering all this metal

Brazilian'm a mix of race and color I am Italian, Portuguese, mestizo and black full steam. I'm not black and white nor am what I am Or Asian or European'm Brazilian yes sir We are not a nation, Us all nations while If you join us, nobody empecerá that an empire in torneemos Brazilian'm a mix of race and color 'm Italian, Portuguese, mestizo and black full steam We are strong, smart, just who is in fear that prevents us from win Brazil is the country of the future, which grows everywhere, dominating and destroying what was once his straight ahead and smiling, looking for your love third judge us for not letting us to participate not to win and become the first empedem in fighting and camouflages our dwelling and say they need to preserve what is ours why theirs are at the bottom of the sea Brazilian'm a mix of race and color 'm Italian, Portuguese, mestizo and black full steam singing my anthem with hand on heart when finished clap with excitement euphoria and so, I feel a claw in hand must be why my country is penta champion with Brazilian who can not is samba or bossa nova rich in culture endless rhythms here is a great mix live Brazilian'm a mix of race and color 'm Italian, Portuguese, mestizo and black full steam

Painting made ​​with plaster, latex on a blanket and painted with sprays paints without worry of aesthetics, using symbolism as the expression and the texture of the blanket and introduce to express the concept of breaking with the traditional, using the technique of urban art (graffiti) . This blanket belonged to my grandmother who recently passed away. It is a tribute for all that she did for me.

Pintura preparada com gesso, latex sobre um cobertor e pintada com tintas sprays, sem preocupação de estética, usando o simbolismo como expressão  e a textura do cobertor para  expressar e intrudozir o conceito de rompimento com o tradicional, usando a técnica da arte urbana (grafite) . Este cobertor pertencia a minha avó que faleceu recentemente. É uma homenagem por tudo o que ela fez por min.

Laura You are not a fetus is a petal A flower that sprouted This flower will bloom I get anxious when will it be born I can not believe That seed that sprouted It really was the fruit of our love Now I can do is just imagine How will it be this flower that will bloom Your perfume yet exudes its Flagrancy But his scent comes to me the recollection Count the days to be able to hold you Its petals are not colored Its stem and not its thorns prick This flower that has not yet beautifies my life But it's been me plan my death A single flower of a garden The first was that sprouted my God who created It is a rare flower without class and without color But her sex has already expressed It is fragile and delicate beauty of an exotic Strong feeling , I just want to live But I do fear death to the point of losing you I leave that to live you just to see you grow What is my eternal heritage in your bloom Albina of a flower that can be Red , white or yellow Sunflower, rose or daisy But drop this love , you sprouted My rare flower I know that there is a flower with this name Now there you Laura

Essa é a minha obra prima, não existe valor que compre, dou meu sangue, suor e até a  minha alma por ela, de todos os meus desejos e sonhos, sem ela não tem sentido de realiza-los, mesmo que parado ao  lado dela é um emoção muito grande: só de poder olhar para ela e vê-la  crescer e se desenvolver, ela é muito esperta e com certeza muito feliz vai ser..

Laura

Você não é um feto é uma pétala

De uma flor que brotou

Esta flor que ira florescer

Fico ansioso, quando será que vai nascer

Não consigo acreditar

Que essa semente que brotou

Realmente foi fruto do nosso amor

Agora o que posso fazer é só imaginar

Como será que vai ser essa flor, que ira florescer

Seu perfume ainda não exala a sua flagrância

Mas seu cheiro já me vem a lembrança

Conto os dias para poder te abraçar

Suas pétalas ainda não são coloridas

O seu caule e os seus espinhos ainda não espetam

Dessa flor que ainda não embeleza a minha vida

Mas já me faz planejar  a minha morte

A única flor de um jardim

A primeira que brotou foi  meu Deus que criou

É uma flor rara sem raça e sem cor

Mas o seu sexo já se manifestou

É frágil e delicada de uma beleza exótica

Forte em sentimento, sinto que quer viver

Mas me faz temer a morte a ponto de te perder

Sinto que deixo de viver só para te ver você crescer

Que seja eterna a minha herança no seu florescer

De uma flor Albina que pode ser

Vermelha, branca ou amarela

Girassol, rosa ou margarida

Mas da gota deste amor ,brotou você

Minha flor rara

Sei que não existe uma flor com este nome

Agora existe você Laura

Paintings made ​​in Paint program on the computer for my daughter when she was 5 years old. The screen panel or she did 06 years now, hope she continue with this interest in art, what I can do to encourage I will.Quadro e pinturas da minha Filha.

Tubarão e Abelha

Pintura em tela da Laura 

1º Pintura 

Bicharada

Colar

Gaiola e Fogo

Gato Malhado 

Laura Miró 

Monstro de Papel 

Roxo e Laranja 

Pantâno

Passaro e colar

Passáro do bico cor de rosa

Pintura de baixo do Skate 

Quadrados e bolas feito de giz

Pinturas feitas no computador no programa Paint pela minha filha quando ela tinha 5 anos. A Tela ou painel ela fez agora com 06 anos, espero que ela continue com esse interesse pela arte, o que eu puder fazer para ensentivar eu farei.