Monday 29 August 2011

Possibilities...?




Sometimes things are perishing out of my hand ... It's all slipping away, slipping through my fingers like water. But suddenly, just maybe, this is real change ... Losing all the things that I have now and that are of value to me, for you to open a space for new thingsthat become important ... And the arrival of these new things, will mark the beginning of a new stage ... At least I try to be optimistic... But I can not help but wonder if this new stuff will really ...

Sunday 28 August 2011

Women (Women)



I'm a girl and a woman
I'm not just a
I'm different,
Within any one woman.

For a long time
women have been overshadowed
by a company coward.
Whenever we had fought to a life of anguish
Trying to get the right to be loved and successful
For fear that had mastered all
To hold in hand the world.

I am a woman
I'm imperfect and I fight for myself
I am proud
And I have the vanity of being a powerful woman.

I'm unjust and merciless
I'm cool and loving
I'm happy and sad
I am someone who never gives up.

I'm the kind of woman
But there are many other types of women
No less important,
But each one with its identity
And you can bet none of them gives up.
Better or worse, does not matter.
What matters is that all women are
We have more responsibilities
But just take what is our will
Never will we be cowards.

We can be proud to say
We can be whoever we want.
We're strong.
And why all this
We are masters of our own fortunes.

Monday 15 August 2011

Hope


The change calls.  And I'm proud to say that I am walking for her happy. No whine about the loss, just waiting for the gains will not let me miss the losses. Because hope is the last thing  that can take us. Hope  saves lives, and that's why when it dies, nothing else matters, because it means that his own end came, and there's nothing else to do. And then you enter into the infinite void that never ends. So do not let your hope die, because without it you have no perspective, can’t be happy.


Saturday 6 August 2011

A little info

Well, I'm studying World War II in school, and I'm really very involving. The cruelty are absurd, the madness of Hitler, extremely biased, with Jews, homosexuals, communists, and all that could represent some sort of threat to his government psychopath, let me very angry. Those who like history as I was also moved by the suffering of so many suffering caused by a coward, that after all the atrocities, eventually killing himself. Not that I think a shame he died, not unlike, but I think he should have died the same way that many died in concentration camps. So he could feel the skin, all the suffering it caused. But it did not, so I guess my opinion is not worth much on the suffering caused to so many people.
I began researching the details about all this dirt, and in particular, a story in the middle, caught my attention: it is the story of the Brazilian Communist Luis Carlos Prestes and the German Jewish community Benário Olga Prestes. Everyone should know how was the trajectory of both a tragic love story that touched the world, thanks to the mother for Prestes campaign for the release of their daughter, Anita Leocadia, who was born in Nazi Barnimstrasse women's prison in Berlin and became one of the most important Brazilian historian. They should also know about the participation of Getulio Vargas in the middle of this story, another mad dictator. I've been watching the interview with Anita Leocadia (who is now retired and lives in Rio de Janeiro), and found it interesting to bring that story to the blog, because I think the Internet should also be used for culture and information, not only for fun. Those interested in seeing, just click the link below to view all parts of the interview (because it is divided on youtube) and learn more about these heroes who marked this difficult epoch:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iH6eQ1-bKRE

Tuesday 2 August 2011

I don't know / Maybe


I don’t know
I might have much to say, may not have anything interesting to people wanting to know.

I don’t know
maybe I just spent a long time without seeing me
dedicating myself to feel sorry.

I don’t know
maybe I'm just another fool in the world
world is already full of absurd mistakes
I don’t know
I might just be me concentrating on what I really want to be
and I forget who I am
perhaps
or maybe not.

I don’t know
anything at this point I'm sure
are all so passionate
maybe I just have to change air
I also love to get

so I can look back not only the happiness of others
and perhaps well
I could find mine too.
Or maybe not my time to love
maybe I should just continue to focus on
and finish what I started one time.
I'm not leaving until you finish.

I don’t know
maybe I'm just crazy, wrong, hasty, ill-used, disoriented
or maybe not
Maybe I'm just ordinary
But is it unusual to go so long without feeling love?
It is so long that I almost do not remember
and it just seems to me far more.

I don’t know
maybe I need to leave it all behind
relax and let me drive
for a life of mystery
in which I hope to find me.
I wonder if that day will actually arrive
or be just another question that does not accept in me to shut up.
Maybe that's what keeps me from loving
but this is a question I can’t ignore.