An English Class...

Open my eyes

Look at the sky

Can’t see anything  not to make me cry

Then I close them again

Look inside my soul

And I can find a just mine world

It’s not that complicated, maybe  bit overrated

And I can be wrong or simply trying to hold on

Stay up all night without a melody to go

Remember the times when everything was so right

Wake up in the morning with a huge smile

It’s weird to feel this hope inside here

Even when the nobles hearts are scared

Winds bring me words

That stole the sound of magic

And make me laugh like a child in Brundswick

Rain falls apart and make me remember

The memories of a life that I don’t know how

I had forgotten 

Today was a Fairy Tale...

     You Know, I believe that in each trip we do, we make descoveries. Not just about us, but also about people that come with us.          

     We find out new  habits , we get enchanted with some actions. In a trip, we have the oportunity to know the best and the worst of each person, what can be boring and annoying or maybe fun and interesting.         

       Sometimes we meet different people. With some of them we get on very well since first sight, on the other hand, with some other, not even in second or third sight. The best thing for being in another country is that no matter what you do or how embaressed you get, there’ll be always that sentence to save you: “Oh, sorry, I’m not from here...”. This is a fact!        

     Coming back home ends up becoming something weird, because we know that we haven’t been here for fifteen days, but it just doesn’t seem real. And then, when we see the pictures to prove to ourselves that it was, it seems that everything happened a long time ago.           

     Sometimes I wish I could turn back time and live it all again like it’s the first time. Be surprised like I never did before, say again everything I said, laugh, take pictures, well, feel the same thing twice.         

     However, I wonder why we never feel the same twice and I made a conclusion: because it’s just impossible. No matter how happy you are or how messed up you’re feeling, it won’t happen again. Life is too short for we repeat the same experience. Besides, the feelings grow up with us, so it’s also always changing. Each time is gonna be different. We gotta try every feeling our brain wants to show us.         

     It’s incredible how it Works. Our brain can make us feel so happy sometimes and then, later, you feel like life is not that good. But I don’t think it’s purposeful, it just wants to let us choose our own ways, and let us know how every feeling is like.

All of this is really weird, but, at least, it’s a magic moment that's worth.   

Differentiate...

It's seems like there’s a certain ease for we to get confused about some feelings. We confuse love with friendship, irony and reality, satisfaction with happiness. Sometimes the simple fact that a person is available, is sweet and willing to help, we have the impression that it may unfold in a love story. I think it is possible, but if not, it costs nothing bet on a strong friendship. But a friendship that which one really cares about the other. In which jokes are made, but no hurt is cultivated. A friendship that a simple hug represents thousand words of consolation and a simple smile represents more than another thousand words of thanks.

                  How to distinguish irony of reality is really complicated. A slightly different intonation and the fight is done. We argue for so stupid reasons that it's almost impossible to believe in what actually occurred. Irony doesn’t always work like we want or why, but sometimes it hurts, it can be even more painful than if the reality had been told at first time. At the time that we ironize something,  we open the way for the imagination of the person who hears it to create a representation of what we meant, and believe me, the imagination can be very cruel.

                  When we think of happiness usually comes to our mind the image of a smiling person. This image is different from a person just satisfied. But the stranger in society is that it ends up being satisfied with little. It seems that when it reaches a certain satisfaction, it stops running after, like it has forgotten what truly is bliss. It's a bit annoying to go out and hear: "It is not what I wanted, but oh, okay, it is very labor continue ...". Stop the idea of giving up when there is so little to get where you want. After all, you don’t want to come to an end with that question: "Would it have been different?"

                  Love is caring, is to protect, you never forget. Friendship is having someone there to support you, even though the craziest situation you ever gotten, is knowing you have someone to share the past. Irony is a different way of looking at the world, it’s interesting I confess, but you have to know how to use it. Reality, well, reality is this whole mixture of feelings, decisions, relationships and events with which we will never get used to, just learn to deal with. Satisfaction is when we achieve something, but we know that something else can be done. And happiness is the simple fact that we can look around in all directions, and make sure we're exactly where we're supposed to be.

Booked Dates...

             "Remember the true meaning of Christmas". It's what everybody says, but you know, There is not an unique meaning for Christmas. To every single person, there’s a different value. If you ask a child, she’ll say that it’s the day to open presents. If you ask a religious he’ll say that this is the day to celebrate the birth of Christ. But ask a retired father, and he’ll say that this is the day to reunite the family.

            It’s impossible to define it as the best time of year, it certainly won’t be, but it’s just a day to remember what happened during the other 365 that surround our lives that makes it worthwhile. It is a day to stay at home, talking about anything, eating all kinds of candy that we don’t eat every day, for the hundredth time watch again those Christmas drawings by Disney and see again the loved ones who live far away.

             The New Year is not too different. It’s in the last day of the year that we start to celebrate the new one that’s coming. We make plans, jump in just one foot, eat lentils, well, we do all that stuff that might bring us good luck. But, my dear, remember that not all people celebrate this day. There are people with enough reasons not to do it, so if you just couldn’t go to another place but home to celebrate it, let it go and see what you can do.

             Shout, sing, dance, renew energy, because in less than a week, everything will start all over again and don’t forget to make it another best year of your lives. Try to overcome yourself, not just the others. So when 12 months have passed again, you’ll be able to look back and say, "It was good to have lived and I’m proud of it, but I don’t really want a repeat ..."

It's an endless cycle...

     Fights and reconciliations, maturation and overcoming, tears and fun. This is how we reached the end of another year. I think it's a bit indescribable to say what really happened because it seems that nothing actually happened because of the quickness it ended, but when we evaluate the work already done, there is no doubt that we accomplished a lot during these months of 2011.

       No matter how, there is no why, we all got a few more mature. In one way or another, we learned to appreciate the small and simple moments that occur in our lifes and also to support some situations that we don't judge pleasant. We learned that "nothing was so bad that it can't be overcome, and nothing was so good that it can't be repeated." We learned to smile for silly reasons and to cry for not so silly ones, but above all, that life is nothing more than what we decide to do with it.

     Special people came in and came out of  our daily lives. It's going to be so strange, in 2012, walk through those corridors already well known, get in the class and not see faces that used to be a routine part of 2011. Friendships have been immortalized, other have been ended. Hearts were broken, others healed. Some people closed the year with a sense of achievement, but others, with the wish that they could have done everything different. But you know, sometimes people need more time, need a second chance to realize what really matters.

     After all, dear friends, I can only thank you for making this year so different, so intense and incomparable. Thanks for all the laughter in the school halls, thanks for companions tears at the end of exams and even by those attention calls during cleanups, because we were talking too much. Anyway, just thank you, because I know that at some point, I needed you.

"From the day we arrive on the planet

And blinking, step into the sun

There's more to be seen than can ever be seen

More to do than can ever be done

Some say eat or be eaten

Some say live and let live

But all are agreed as they join the stampede

You should never take more than you give

In the circle of life

It's the wheel of fortune

It's the leap of faith

It's the band of hope

Till we find our place

On the path unwinding

In the circle, the circle of life"

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.