tudo é vaidade.

E então eu páro, fecho os olhos e inspiro.

expiro.





Tantas coisas que me afetavam negativamente já não me afetam mais.
Tantas coisas vãs.

As palavras são poucas, os pensamentos compensam.

Essa paz que me preenche, completa, transborda.

E eu? Continuo respirando.

For what profit has a man from all his labor in which he toils under the sun?
One generation passes away, and another generation comes; but the earth stands forever.
That which has been is what will be.
That which is done is what will be done.
And there is nothing new under the sun.

“ Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.”