Just a Simple Letter...

               Simple Plan, two words that comprise a story of passion, courage, dedication and fun. It seems that those years of waiting for the Simple Plan finally come to Porto Alegre were nothing comparing with the amazing night we had.

            I was one of the girls who had the huge opportunity to participate of the Soundcheck Party. It was just the best feeling in the world to be in there, less than two meters from the people that I thought I’d never meet. I could feel that they truly are sweet, polite and extremely patient. They are people who cares about the problems that reach other people around the world and give their best to help. I figured out that Sébastien has the sweetest eyes, David has the most beautiful smile, Jeff's education has no limits, Chuck is the most shy and Pierre, well, this one is the most misterious. See them in front of me was to be sure that all my admiration of their work and even for them will never end. I’m sure that the pictures I took with them this night will have a booked place in my mind, because I’ll never forget these moments.

            When the show started I really realized: No, it’s not a dream. If I could choose a moment from the show that I’d would like to live again I wouldn’t choose when David throw himself on the crowd, not even when I was able to take Sébastien’s blade (of course that this moments made my night even better, but…), I’d choose when Pierre said: “You know, sometimes you guys are having a bad day or something is happening in your life and it’s a little bit difficult, well, I hope that once in awhile our music can help you to put a smile on your face…”. This one was just the most beautiful sentence that they said during the whole show, and, at least for me, makes total sense, because there were days that only listening to their so subtle melodies I could smile.

            While I was waiting in the queue to get into Pepsi On Stage, I talked to people who had come from all over Brazil or, still, from Uruguay, just to watch this show that, according to the members of the band themselves, was epic. When I watch the videos I filmed during the show, it’s impossible to contain the tears, and then they fall down my face, at the same time by happines and wish that this night had never ended. I really hope that this time, the days that separate us from an upcoming Simple Plan’s show in Porto Alegre are not so numerous.

What's up with the past?

       It’s so weird to look back. Suddenly everything looks so different to me, my way to think, the places I’ve been, the problems with which I gotta lead. I’ve never ever imagined that I’d thrill me just for reading what I wrote in the past. Even if it’s just simple words or stupid assumptions. I read sentences that today make sense, but I don’t remember what I was thinking of when I wrote it months ago.
       Well, I’ve been remembering all that time between my eighth grade and my current high school, all that missing part that I felt is alive again and in a blink of an eye I can feel it in my chest. I remembered some situations that I’ve left the time to take away from me, I’ve remembered poems that I left get into my heart some years ago. I’ve forgotten all my perspective of world, I left the years to take away all the explanations to the sentences I used to write on my notebook’s cover.
       This afternoon, I had the opportunity to remember my childhood, but when I say childhood, I'm not referring that now I'm a grown up. No. I'm just a teenager searching for some sense in this totally crazy life with which I was presented. I've turned back time to when I was seven, maybe eigth years old. In that time I used to pass my afternoons at home, just with my grandmother, I didn't have many worries, not even responsabilities, I used to stay all afternoon watching cartoons on TV. But what made my heart tighten today were the memories from the times that my grandmother and I used to make some pranks. We had fun with somethings unusual for children of my age: we used to cook. Yeah, we used to pass our tedious hours making cookies, cakes, breads, and every kind of dainty that a seven year-old child likes to eat. Of course, we did all of this listening to my grandmother's favorite radio station. It was some comforting thing, and it just maddened my mom, because diet was something that did not exist when my grandmother and I stayed just we both at home.
       All of this came into my mind this afternoon when my grandmother and I found ourselves together again in front of the stove, cooking some pudding for our famous cookie pie. But in this time the soundtrack was choosen by me.
       These kind of day are the ones that makes us think in how life goes around and everything on it has a return, it's just wait, or better, don't wait, because then you will be catch by surprise, like I was taken today, and then the years are going to make the rest.

Sentences...

If at least I could show everything that lies behind my smile
If at least I were able to show what I need
If at least, somehow, I could hide myself from the doubts and meet with the truths that, in my opinion, are the most valuable treasures

And if by chance you understand just to look in my eyes what my mouth, for fear, shuts
And if in a form of irony of fate we met here in some years again and remember everything of what we went through together
And if suddenly I could be everything you ever dreamed
What if I just lost the will to fight and I just wanted to content myself with what have already passed

Sometimes I wish I could make my life a realization
Sometimes I wish I could do anything that challenges me with passion
Sometimes I wish I could turn back time and do it by another way
And then let you know everything, ever since from the first comma that concerns you

From my words there's nothing left
To express what you may not even care about
But I make clear since now that, by adverbs, it's enough just my uncertainties
And even the cold words
That have already get used my heart

It was September 2nd's morning...

Choices...

Well, this one, we write in a group in an English class. I think it's great for the first poem in English, so, here it comes...

There was a boy in a love struck

He told the girl, who just said "good luck"

She couldn't show her feelings

'Cause her friends would never understand the meanings

She used her baillerina slippers

And he only used his sneakers

She likes to listen classical

And he is more for metal

After a long time of a break

She saw him on a stage

She saw the guy in the lights

That guy that she never could see inside

He was singing a song

About a love which never last long

She wished to go back in the past

And make that special love last

But he found a girl who could see into his soul

And then she had to stay on her own

Someone who it's worth to fight for...

   Someone who makes us to wake up in the morning just to see him and wish him a good day before his work day starts. Someone who, no matter what is it, forgive all of ours stupid choices. Someone who support us and stay beside us when our mother's kind of angry about what we are doing. Someone who makes us laugh when we know we're about to cry and who makes us cry when we do something that got him upset. No matter what situation is it, he protect us, like we're the biggest treasure in the whole world.

     We get mad because of his manias, we love his hug, we hate to receive his reprovation look, but we love when he smiles with the corner of his lips, because then we know that we're doing everything right and he only does not want to say. He's our accomplice, our friend and he's such an awesome secret keeper. When we look around us and we can't find the way, when we feel under our feet the floor breaking into pieces, it's to his arms that we run forward.

     All of this has just a name, a name by which we care and to which we thank for everything we have in our lives, it's a short name comparing with the value that is has: Dad.

     Dad, thank you for all the moments beside you, thanks for putting up with me in the most unbearable days of my life and thank you for always being around when I need to feel safe. Thank you for never give me up, and for have tons of patience. I'm sorry if I'm not always the kind of person you wish I'd be, I'm sorry if sometimes I'm too persistent or a implicating girl, but be sure, dad, that I appreciate you a lot and I love to stay wondering which would be  the end of all your endless movies... Oh, I almost forgot to warn you, Happy Father's Day...

I’m five years old it’s getting cold I’ve got my big coat on
I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you 

I  don’t know why all the trees change in the fall
I know you’re not scared of anything at all
Don’t know if Snow White’s house is near or far away
But i know I had the best day with you today

I’m thirteen now and don’t know how my friends could be so mean
I come home crying and you hold me tight and grab the keys
And we drive and drive until we found a town far enough away
And we talk and window shop till I forgot all their names

I have an excellent father

His strength is making me stronger
God smiles on my dear hero
Inside and out he’s better than I am

 Now I know why all the trees change in the fall
I know you were on my side even when I was wrong
And I love you for giving me your eyes
Staying back and watching me shine and I didn’t know if you knew
So I’m taking this chance to say that I had the best day with you today

 

P.S.: I Love You!

Just Words...

             Life is made of uncertainties. I don’t know if I’ll pass at university, I don’t know if I’ll get marriage, I mean, I don’t even know if I’ll pass this year at school. I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep the friends that this year I conquered, I not even know if I’m not going to miss the days that it was hard to understand what I’m feeling in my heart.

            My future is also uncertain, but I’m not worried about him, and I’ll never  be. I rather to look around me than just look ahead. Today, when I look to me left side, I see a little of insecurity and even a bit of frustration.  Looking at my right side, I see love, friends and people who are in there to give their best for me, their wisdom. When I look back, I see that I’ve been through a lot of different things, but I don’t regret anything, it’s the opposite, I feel proud. On the other hand, when I look  ahead, I see lots of work to be done, obstacles to be overcome, joys to be lived and, of course, love to be conquered.

            I’m afraid to be wrong about any of my affirmatives above, but I understand that life, like Chales Chaplin said one day, is like a theater that doesn’t allow testings, everything is a improvisation and, if something doesn’t come like we wished, someday we’ll realize that this “mistake”  somehow made us stronger and, because of it, we are here today, strong and willing to fight for our ideal.

The First One...

     Well, write the first text is always the hardest. No matter where, no matter about what, we are kind of scared about the first's things. The first day at school, the fist day at work, the first time we're going to sleep out of home, the first time we're going to travel alone. I really can't understand why this kind of thing happens with us, but it's this kind of fear that keeps our lives going, changing, getting better and, of course, more fun.