Eu não lembro do dia, nem do mês
Mas lembro do ano
E já se passaram dez anos
Quanto tempo, não é?

A carta antes guardada na gaveta
Foi entregue
Cheia de amor
E carinho
Mas nos perdemos pelo caminho

Nos reencontramos
Depois de tanto tempo
E como é bom poder dizer
Que nada mudou
E que tudo esta
Mais forte
Do que nunca.

—  Nessa Cross

if you ever met the devil you’d never know that you had. The devils smile would be so charming and so genuine, the laugh would be so whimsical and the voice would be so soothing. You’d walk past because it’d take the form of not an immaculate figure but one where nothing is thought of when looked at. The devil would be the one who helped the old lady cross the street, because the devil would let others do the pain and the agony. Because you’d never expect a sweet and innocent, nothing but nice human being to do a vial act. Because you never thought that it was capable of doing that. But when you assumed the devil to be human, the devil never claimed to be one. 


On Sunday March 15th Daniels older brother was shooting at things in the woods when he got in the way. He was immediately taken into operation and it succeeded. He was sedated for a couple of days. But we were told he would be fine and his response was positive.
On Thursday of March 19th he was declared brain dead. He was no longer breathing on is own and his kidney was not functioning anymore.
We didn’t have any other choice then to basically pull the plug on him.
He is an organ donor so it will delay the funeral. The funeral will be until this Thursday.

We know funerals are about 10grand and his mother is tight on money. We want money to be the last of her worries.

Daniel Velazquez last words were, “mommy I don’t wanna die. I got this!”
Our poor boy was fighting…

Please help us raise money for the funeral anything at all is a contribution.

No criado-mudo
O cinzeiro lotado
Uma garrafa de vinho
E duas taças

No espelho do banheiro
Um beijo
Feito com batom vermelho

E no meu braço
Teu arranhão
Feito tatuagem

Para me fazer lembrar
Que você um dia foi minha
E me amou naquela noite
Feito animal selvagem.

—  Nessa Cross