Nenhum Estado é dono de mim!

O corpo é de cada um pra tê-lo como quiser. Faça sexo com o sexo que quiser, ame o amor que tiver pra amar. Somos seres humanos e, portanto, livres.
E sai fora todo mundo, seus corruptos bitolados e criminosos!
Que país é esse?

The perks of being a wallflower:

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.

That was the poem I read for Patrick. Nobody knew who wrote it, but Bob said he heard it before, and he heard that it was some kid's suicide note. I really hope it wasn't because then I don't know if I like the ending.

Love always,

Charlie

Desculpe o transtorno, estamos trabalhando por um prefeito melhor

Parabéns Rio de Janeiro.
Parabéns Rio - a cidade - por manter seus cidadãos firmes e fortes contra esse governo que só faz lixo, que parece que não quer ver os 449 e que tem planos de explodir a cidade ainda esse ano.
Não temos metrô, não temos ônibus, não temos teatros, não temos praia, não temos escolas, não temos faculdades, mas temos um prefeito que pede "desculpas pelo transtorno, estamos trabalhando por um Rio melhor". Ah, e não posso esquecer: temos, sim, que pagar por tudo isso. Pagamos a mais na comida, pagamos a mais nos carros, pagamos a mais nos ônibus, pagamos a mais nas barcas, pagamos a mais no metrô, pagamos a mais nas nossas casas, pagamos a mais pra beber água! e se quisermos protestar, pagamos a mais pelo protesto também. Pagamos "para melhor atendê-los".
Então eu dou parabéns ao Rio por amanhecer chuvoso, em greve, com manifestações, com petições e abaixo-assinados e com, pelo menos, uma porção - nem que pequena -, mas a cada dia maior em uma pessoa, de gente que sabe disso e que grita para todos ouvirem e que luta para melhor atender a nós mesmos, os que desfrutam da cidade e que pagam o preço - alto - para ver mais e mais intermináveis cartazes de construção.
Parabéns Rio - a cidade.