Summer Rain

You come at the right time,  just to relieve a little too much hassle.But do not you stay long enough to start, much less bother to give the feeling of taking the place of something.  You don’t take the place of the sun, but do not let him torture someone all the time.
You are lightning fast, and beautiful as the colors that appear in the sky during a lightning. Beautiful and powerful. It is difficult to find people like that today.  But here you are.
 But you don’t like cocky and is not the kind that is intended to reduce the people.  And you don’t stay long in one place is that you realize that you do not really want to bother. You just want to make clear it's existence so that I don’t despair and think that there are only bad people in the world. Thank  God  you  exist.
Your scent makes a mess of me,  makes me delirious. As when the rain begins to fall slowly on land too dry,  too hot,  and this causes the soft breeze.  And a scent that opens smiles on the faces of many people.  Your scent is just perfect. Remember it is close your eyes and smile. Impossible not to.
His hands are fast and careful, as I have never seen in anyone else.
And run an unbelievable magic on you,  although you say that there is no magic. There is.  You are the Magic . The magic that brings out the best of me. The magic that heals me,  I'm glad that I love. And love is greater magic that can exist,  and that is all I need.
You. I need you and your magic.  Because nobody has ever managed to provoke in me what you incur. But unfortunately, you're like a summer rain: doesn’t last long. You get a few minutes and then goes away.  But at least I know that tomorrow you back. And it comforts me and calms me.
I am a dry land.  And you're the perfect rain.  I want you to flood me with all his love.  I want you to flood me with yourself,  at least for a moment.  Because this moment is only able to make me endure the cruel sun that punishes me for a long day.  But have you in the end is the best reward. And I would bear the sun again, again and again, just to feel a little bit of you in the day.

Request for Christmas

This time of year-end is always the same. The heat is increasing more and more. Very sunny, very stuffy, very rainy, many rainbows. It is always so time is (although this year to be a little different ... must be global warming ...). And there's also something that changes everything and that goes significantly beyond the climate: Christmas.
Christmas ... Who does not love that wonderful time? It seems to me that everything is possible, everything is lighter, everything is quiet. Family together, wonderful food, gifts, relief of another successful year ... But all in May to much heat and not snow like all the decorations suggest public. Because, seriously, I love cold, I hate to feel heat and everything related to it, but I live in a tropical country and that's a fact. It is also the fact that Brazil spends Christmas in the summer so I think me and some other people want to see a decor that has to do with what is happening now with the state of our time. We want to see something that has to do with our Christmas. We want something that has to do with our custom to go to the beach (even if it means dangerous because the Sun killer) on Christmas Eve to refresh ourselves. Do not want to see a Santa Claus sitting on a throne, all bundled up and with imitation snow around them. I think even the kids who still believe in Santa Claus gets a little disappointed with it because they see a thing that we do not pass something that has nothing to do with their reality and may feel distant from the giant Santa Claus. They must think, and if he fails to arrive on time with our gifts?
For us here, not snow at any time of year (except for some places in the South and I think some parts of Sao Paulo as well). To many Brazilians, 20 ° is already cold. It would be nice if they made a different decor, with Santa Claus with a hot clothes, delivering gifts for the kids and then going to make sand castles with the kids at the beach for example. Or going to a pool with all of them play Marco Polo ('re not sure if spelled right). Imagine that creative! :) It would be very innovative.
It would be nice if once in a while everyone stopped overestimate both the U.S. and Europe as well. Each country and each continent has its value, its climate and their way, their customs, Christmas. Each with its pros and cons, but each in its own way.We are not Americans and do not have the cold air of superiority of Europeans. Nor the cold of both. We are a people smiling and excited, though we also had many defects. So all this reverence for what? We are not his subjects, and it's time this country here and many others understand it at once. We are not inferior to them for being a mestizo country and different customs. Custom built by three different people in one place: Europeans, Indians and blacks. So why is that here the relationship between these three worked and when we speak of sympathy and respect among other nations have nothing like that exists? Seriously, we are all human, we should unite and respect each other and love us for our faults and virtues. Each in his way. Each country spending Christmas the way it really happens in each place. To create what degree of who pays and who does not pay, who is superior and who is inferior? Each in his way.
Missing so much unity and tolerance in this world. So my request is this year's Christmas union. Union in my family, unity among my friends in my town in my state, my country in the world. It costs nothing to hope is not it? Then the request is made. Let's wait and see.

I

Cold blood, I never had
but sometimes it is necessary, because without this ability, no one lives.
Patience was never my strong suit:
I am tired of begging plague of death.

I have a million defects
and some qualities.
Some people have said I need to learn responsibility.
Some people have said I can not make my own decisions, because I'm underage.
But many of them have always taken
When I want something, for more than try to hold me, nobody can.

Everything I do always have to do with my desire for freedom
I want to live my life in my own way, and scream: LET ME!
Each to his own way, on their side with their secrets, successes and failures
I do't need anyone to teach me how I should be
Because I already know how I am.

I have no answer for a lot.
I never understood most people.
Many of them do not understand me too
And I prefer it that way.

I am to face certain things
and uncontrolled to others.
But I do't know the reasons
Who is looking for reasons, eventually forgetting to live.

I am impulsive, explosive, crazy swept,
A wounded beast. But I will not stop
While not finding my true home

There are things I know
That alone will change the time
And there are others that will shape the time
But I can guarantee that the will to live
Not even the weather will get dribble.

This is me: a crazy mutant.
I just want to enjoy the remaining time
Because when the bomb exploded and collapsed slapstick
I want to be watching cabin.
And when that happens, you can bet
I'll laugh and toast.

2 weeks

In some books I've read, there were times when, in most cases were within 2 weeks. I do not know why, but this time is always on time. But because two weeks notice? For not long as one month and not too short as one week? I do not know, but the fact is that in two weeks can happen many, many things. A life can change dramatically in two weeks. Turn it upside down, make no mistake.

Two weeks can be enough for someone to receive a diagnosis of a fatal disease and die at that time. Only two weeks of life. If you have just found out today that two weeks of life, what would you do? To be honest, I think even finish reading this text you would end, if you are someone who takes the opportunity to live up to the last drop. You may not even be reading this now. But the fact is that, like it or not, we're all dying every minute, all the time. We have more advantage is that while we still can, because there is no guarantee of having a second life is not it?
Of course, two weeks may also be sufficient to meet the love of his life, for example, and then go to see a meaning in life that you did not see before. Two weeks can also be long enough to heal from an illness. Two weeks may be the time that a woman with a maternal inclination than normal can lead to pregnancy. In two weeks you can lose your job and get another. Or not, and keep looking. Or even may be the time it takes to get the job you have always dreamed of. It may be the time to plan a change and carry it out successfully. It may be the time needed to plan the trip of your dreams and have the best moments of your life. It may be the time needed to find a great big lie or a truth. It may be time enough to write a book. Or in my case, it may be the time when you're stuck creatively or may be the time remaining in the school.
But, two weeks, two days, two years, no matter, any time is time, and it's good enough to have it, no matter how little it is or how abundant it is. Take your time to do what you feel the need to change your life, to do something for you or someone else, take your time to be happy. After all, when he's done no good you want to, because time does not come back.

Graduation

Can begin to beat the drum for the big moment arrived in which  many were waiting and postponing many. I do not know if it's the beginning or the middle of the order, may in fact be the end.
At this point, I look around and do not know exactly what to think and do not know exactly what I'm feeling. It was a long journey to get here, I saw, heard and felt many things. Maybe what I'm feeling right now is what I felt when I entered the school at 3 years of age: fear.
I learned more than just the curriculum. Sometimes I cried and others laughed. And some simply do not express anything, because sometimes when you have nothing good to say or anything that really matters is better not to speak. I felt anger, joy, fear, relief, sadness, uncertainty, impact. Always impact. Sometimes I felt like giving up, throw it all away and just let it go. After all, some of us never fully understood what it was all that. What would have happened if some of us end up quitting? I do not know, but certainly would not be here today, that does not look good.
What was the purpose of all this? If I leave aside for a moment the question of the obligation and the need for studies and with the constant thought of the possibility of a future, what would remain? Is there anything left? Would remain. Left with the experience. Would remain the friendships formed. Left with the faith in myself and in so many other things. And if it only remained for me, would be enough. Would it be worth to the point of celebrating this event in all history. And it's not what I'm doing here today?

- Posted on November 26, 2011