Talking about evolution...

     I know that many sociologists dislike the term "evolution" because we would be comparing one nation with another, one belief to another and so on. But when we compare ourselves from years ago to ourselves today, I think the term evolution would have his chance to be well used. In what do we base to see if we evolved? In our simple contentment with the person we are, with the person we became.

         When I was a little girl, many people would come to me and tell me I should fight for my rights. But when you're 4 years old, oh man, you not even think about what the hell this citizen is talking about. Then you finally get to that age when you use both full hands to show how old you are. In this time probably you're already on secondary school and that's where you figure out what all that random citizens have been telling you.
         It's really true that when young you may have your parents or any adult to protect you, to fight for you if some unfair fact occurs but, is it right to say they have solved your problem as you wanted to? When you make yourself this question, it's because it's the time for you to try to solve them. You may make some mistakes at first place, os course, but if it works, it is so nice to see that something happened to you because and just because you ran after it.

        

His departure would be a fresh start...

     The wind enters through the blinds of my window. I invite him to come in, it's showed him the house and so I watch him going away again. I'm afraid to say that these were the fastest visits I've ever received. A simple kiss on my face and there he goes. Silent, fleeting, free.
       I can say that I miss him when heavy rains prevents him from waving at me. So I seek his presence looking at the leaves, arranged on the ground already, being dragged away.
         What really enchants me in all this gestures is that, though the wind involves me, he frees me. Although he doesn't want me to leave, he quiets down respectfully and wait my departure. When I realize, here he comes right after me, just making sure that everything will be okay. And when I wouldn't want him to leave me, I shall also give in to his desire to move forward. Sweet is our relationship.
          I think that it doesn't matter if we tell each other: "Do not worry about me." Obviously we will. As well as I will know something is wrong if he won't blow for a few days, he'll also know that something is not right about me if my window will be maintained closed for a long time.
          We live a life of missing each other, it is true, but nothing that a few minutes together won't make us forget. If these moments are done only sporadically, it's enough. Then I know that all between us can still be intense, because even if I'm not able to see him, I can still feel him.

It gets a little bit clearer...

    For any reason, you put yourself to think in the end of a sunny sunday night. It’s already Monday and here I am in a dark room. I feel sorry when I remember that life isn’t all that stuff I thought it was when I was a child. I feel so sorry when I realize that the years are able to upset even the strongest hearts. I feel sorry to remember that I’ve already hurt so important people for me and that I’m sure I’m going to do that again. I’m sorry to think that I allowed so many doors to close on my past, which is now almost stunted.
    I smile for knowing that every year in life has its ups and downs. When I analize them by a general matter, everything happened because of an important reason and, if something hadn’t happened, the year wouldn’t have been so interesting, although it could have been less quarrelsome. I smile for knowing that there are people out there willing to fight for me if needed and then I’m also thankful to say that I also have people for whom I would fight for, just like I’ve already done before. I smile because I still believe in an uncertain future made out of not just mine choices. I smile then when I remember the child I was, who didn’t know exactly what she should do all the time, but still she tried. And now, I smile to realize that sweet child turned into a romantic teenager full of dreams.
    One day, I imagined that everything I had was a simple stone. My imagination transformed that stone in a little seed. Today, that seed still has fragile twigs, but also some perennials leaves. I gladly realize that the seed has more roots than dews, but it’s weird to see that its torso is slightly crimped. Some of its branches have been pruned and others, already too dry, were taken by the wind. Few of them remained insistently there, intact over the years.
    Well, I understood that, also in our life, the seed has a predominant factor to keep growing: it’s the sure that, one day, yes, one day, she will find a tree in the exactly format she always dreamed of being. And will continue to be, from that day forward.

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