It took me years to put a hat on my head, I didn't think it was for me. I loved to see it, but I thought that everyone was going to look at it and maybe enjoy it. I thought the hat was for people with a lot of money, for ladies with Jaguars. Like the stars and in fact they are stars, not because of Jaguar but because they are sprinkling themselves on what others think.
I used to admire those ladies walking on the street, abstracted simply from theirs.
I got up my courage one day, I was recently divorced, needed to change, to show that everything fell apart, but the hat is here.
We looked weird the first few minutes with a hat, but then while we walk or talk, the hat becomes part of that afternoon and the reason for our smile. Make history with us wherever you go.
A hat works wonders if there are flowers in the mix too. The hat was my ipiranga scream at the trial.
Once I've overcome fear, many years ago, I can show myself by saying that I've armed myself so much with the hats of this life, that there's no longer a short dress that scares me.
Today I'm suspicious because I accept everything. And don't tell me it's because everything suits me fine, because it's not because of that, it's because I'm really up for it. I'm in that I want more is to be happy. Again, this time with me, I WANT MORE IS TO BE HAPPY.
Yesterday I reminded Caetana that it's not enough to be a pretty face, the most important thing is to have personality, security and attitude.
As a matter of fact, she has known it since she speaks.
It takes attitude to be bold and reach a state of happiness in not prostituting our essence. Don't sell what you want for what others might think of you.
Let's go shivering way
- I like it, but I didn't have the guts.
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