Just Want...

I think of you
I wonder if you remember the color of my eyes
Because I remember yours
I wonder if you know my favourite musics
Because I even know the lyrics of yours

I think of me
And just like a lynx that hides without no reason
Here I am again hiding behind my peculiar words
Trying to figure out a sense for so many looks

Strangers and fools
Lost and lovely
Judgmental glances reach my soul
Our souls then better saying
And they always want
What maybe is not the best
But just for wanting what we keep with so much care
And they end up forgetting their own ways

What really matters...

    When I finally think I’ll be fine alone, I find myself surprisingly searching something to make me keep holding on. People, moments, musics, unfoldings, all of it brings meaning to my life.
    Suddenly, in the middle of a holiday, here I am wishing to be beside those who makes me smile so intensely. No matter where, no matter for how long since I'd be with them. I’ve never thought that the distance could tell us so much about those who we really care about, but you know, lately I’ve blindly believed in this sentence.
    One day, someone asked what happiness meant to me. I thought a little before answering, but soon I arrived in a interesting answer. Happiness, definitely, is not a perpetual feeling, it’s an instant sensation.  Sometimes it lasts just a second, sometimes it lasts for days, but it’s still ephemeral.
    Happiness is a little spark, very delicate by the way, because it fades easily and it only comes back with a mighty purpose.

In a Religion Class...

I know that life changes and so does our ways
Sometimes people stay and sometimes they just go away
But even if no one understands, without even caring about the reason
Still let them go and remain alone with the illusion

But why do not we just stay equal
Contradicting all that society try to impose
Showing that we can get over much more than a simple torpor?

I realize that the world revolves around certain ideals
But it's our consent to follow them or not as fundamental principles
However, the detail is no matter what we do, it’ll be indifferent
But the way we execute it, will remain forever

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 ..."