# Every revolution begins with a spark

"I got home, I'm fine.
The confrontation didn't come to me, thank God. I arrived late, which was a shame, for this reason I can't talk much about the event as a whole, I can only speak of what I saw.
Where I was, things were going very well, everybody quiet, only singing and shouting phrases theme of our "revolution." Until then, the police was on the peace too, until one of the leaders of the manifesto announced from the trio that the police were starting with the ass kicking again. And he said the Congress had been hacked and was rolling a ugly confrontation in ALERJ.
HERE TO STAY CLEAR: I DON'T AGREE WITH VIOLENCE. And neither most of the people who is on the streets, thank God. By the time the girl began to celebrate the ALERJ ass kicking in, everyone started screaming: "NO VIOLENCE! WITHOUT VIOLENCE! WITHOUT VIOLENCE!" And I screamed together, and even pulled the same sentence after a while.
We can not match the pigs who are the police much less the fucking government. In São Paulo, the riot was withdrawn, they got the message. So why not here too? And they got it peacefully, without this vandalism that this minority hell did and because it can end up burning a majority argument that has to change things pacifically.
Loved to have gone, if not gone, I would have regretted. I regret being late, but being late is better than not having arrived. And the next time I go back, you can be sure of that. I'll more prepared next time, I'll bring the vinegar, because for those who do not know, it cuts the effect of tear gas, and I wrap myself in the flag of Brazil, for obvious reasons.

We are fighting for our rights, we want the end of corruption and neglect of the government to the people. It's now or never!
The small group that is doing such vandalism, was hired by the government in an attempt to sabotage the movement. WILL NOT GET IT, THE BRAZIL WOKE UP!

FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE, I am PROUD FOR BEING BRAZILIAN, and ashamed BY A MINORITY WHO NOT DESERVE TO BE CALLED BRAZILIANS."


Account of my experience at the demonstration held in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, on June 17, 2013.
Historical moment, I will never forget!

Open sky, a shelter

I don't know who I am

I don't know where I'm going.

I don't remember the day I got here

But I remember the day you arrived.

The signs advised me

The signs warned me

But the universe and my heart didn't help. 

And here we are, standing on the same splitter that much water flow into.

So many doubts and certainties

The same place where so many people loved each other.

And we live here, in the open sky

but you are my refuge,

The reason for every smile.

I don't belong anywhere

I don't know of my family tree

And I have no answer.

I can't explain the reason for my delay

I can't explain why I can't go

You became my heart, my tree, my soul, my place

the translation of each song.

You became each memory

and here,

and now.

Just one love

But any representation of my trajetory.

Probably a pain

But a happiness, for sure.

I don't know how to sleep,

I don't know how to describe this feeling,

Don't know where I'm going.

I do not remember the day I arrived here

But I remember the day you arrived.

No one else but Me

Just like my shoe
Everything has two sides.
Sometimes even three, who knows?
We can have how many sides we want to.

My shoe is black in the outside, 
but in the inside, it's pink like nothing else but a passionate girl.
It's pink like nothing but a happy day.
It's pink like nothing but a good news.
It's pink like nothing but love.
It's pink like no one else but Me.

It drives me to everywhere 
There are some places I wanna go, but there are some that I want to stay away.
Sometimes I think it always change its colour
The outside is the same, 
but the inside, is different always and forever,
All the time.

Yesterday, it was blue, today is red.
But it's always pink, 
like no one else but Me.

Large hole

I have some problems about giving up ...
Things keep repeating in my head,
and I just keep hoping that they will disappear in a large hole
But they will not.

Sometimes I have strange dreams and intriguing that make me forget about them for a moment
But the next minute, they turn to the same torment.
Why can not I just give up?
My mind controls me and puts me in a state of madness
All these things are eating me up inside
It's as if nothing ever taught me enough
And I'm still hurting.

I'm tired.
Tired physically, emotionally
and irritated by these mental ghosts.
Why the past can not be left behind?
I don't want this disruption, I just want what this disappear in a large hole.

Original

Why I have to be a stereotype?
The typical carioca scuff
Tanned, small breasts
Brown or golden hair excessively.

Why can not I be different without being called a "branquela"?
Why can not I go to the movies on a sunny day?
Why can not sit quietly and read a book?
Why can not I go to a party and not get drunk and desperate to get kissed?

Why I have to be a stereotype?
Why can not I just be a person who does not put knee socks
and stay the whole day working out legs and arms
Or putting on hairpieces hair?

Why it's weird like Rock?
Know the lyrics, and raise money to go to shows
Where there are women with stage objects wiggling their asses half naked?
Why?

I was not born to be stereotype.
I was not born to please everyone, not even half.
I was not born to be a slave to fashion
Or a robot media
Or a practitioner of mediocrity.

I was born to be, just my way.
There is no right or wrong personality
There are only
People originals or robotic.

Midday sun

I like to transit through the ages, especially in many auroras of my life ...

Yes, I had many, but I think from now on I will not have any more.

For now I'm here in full midday sun.

A strong and bright sun, hot and tiring.

A sun that makes me want to go and hide five hundred meters of the next thousand.

That brings me a sense of independence, but also of loneliness.

It's desperation and gratitude, speed and vastness.

It's all or nothing, is almost a moment of madness and sanity almost an exaggerated.

But I have lived through many things during my short life long before I came here,

this midday sun.

Have you laughed, ran, cried and remembered always.

I've loved and left

And I've already doubted.

And always, always felt.

I've had one last hope dead.

And a bruised face for having slammed the door.

Have danced laughing like a pie and always says things that nobody cares.

I remember it all

Each small end and every great beginning.

I'm here to burn in the midday sun

I'm here to make sure everything goes

To be able to find my way, get closer every day.

Make great sacrifices and me playing small buildings,

Because the truth is, I deserve every once in a while a disappearance.

The truth is that I am in a midday sun.

Waves

I do not understand this wind that changes direction at all times

Sometimes it blows in two directions at once.

How can I remove the hairs that do not release my eyes

to see?

How can I go on without flinching?

It is allowed to stop doubting?

It is as if not beloved

It's not as if anything was left

It's like you're trapped and buried

same crap in perspective.

Blinded by my own eyes

Caught in my own life.

If someone asks,

Say I sent the sea advancing

If someone calls me

say that I got and I will not come back

If someone caring

say that there is no one else to worry about.

I hung up the tears

Destroy the memories

Kept frozen smiles

the most perfect spectacle

I forgot the reasons

I burned all watches

in each wave that took me to everywhere

that was not my mind.

That was not my life.

That was not in the cell with the older wounds.

That was not me.

That just was not.

But when it came time to open your eyes

I understand that there were waves of the sea.

They were just waves of my hair

Topping my eyes

allowing me to live my dreams

Saving me from all worldly thoughts.

And this was my paradise

And my biggest risk.

Bit by bit

Gradually, the passage of time will happen ...
The diapers will be left by the way, fall of innocent smiles teeth, spines and thorns born in flatter faces and purest hearts marked by early traumas.
Jokes replaced by silly conversations and actions coming from foolish hearts, that look like the exact jokes before ... Only now, in bad taste.
The blood will not be nearly so important when we're talking about who we love.
And we will know new homes, new neighborhoods, new cities, and different forms of always wanting to be more independent.

Gradually, the passage of time will happen ...
Sleepless nights will be lived; fortified opinions and enraged, tears and ecstasy are uncontrolled; love will be present even in moments of intense loneliness.
You'll be that girl in the darkness looking at the sky lit only by bright stars, old, deleted and burning, as well as their willingness to go ...
You will observe that that boy that girl starlit sky of infinite possibilities, wishes, dreams and desires, and you will want to go with it ...

Gradually, the passage of time will happen ...
Vai vai want to run and want to paralyze; vai vai want to release and want to imprison; vai vai want to want to love and hate ... Vai love and hate.
Vai put on shoes to run, will take him to swim.
It will change your mind on a second, will regret for a minute.
Will be proud of wise choices, will lament the failures.
Will rotate in the same place and everywhere;
Will grow, will scream, will laugh, cry, will not ever stop.

Gradually, the passage of time will happen ...
Life is going to go a little deeper, will make it more difficult, and will awaken the will to live it over and over.
Vai battle more and complain a little too much.
Will have power, but not as much as I would like.
Vai plan, and regret getting rid of everything in times of outbreak.
'll Wonder, will listen, speak and will cover my ears.
'll Break your face, will repent and change a little more.

Gradually, the passage of time will happen ...
All those friends who seemed irreplaceable disappear and become nothing more than a tale of ghosts summer;
All the older features will intensify and evolve, all will understand will increase, and with time everyone will understand that more important to understand, to feel, to witness, live.
Everything will always stay the same way different.

Everything vanishes, everything changes, everything evolves, collapses, breaks, darkens, rots, reborn, preserves and forgets.
Everything is fleeting, because every second constant, the passage of time is going.