I've never smoked in my life, but I must confess: when I'm writing, there are moments I feel a intense desire for a cigarette. My first supervisor used to say cigarettes were a great companion, since we spend long hours alone with our thoughts.
Also I've had many dreams about smoking. The craziest thing is, when I have these dreams, it feels extremely natural to me.
It's definitely something I could never start. I would be lost at the very first one
At least it's raining, I feel like writing when it rains.
20.3.15
17.3.15
Dear Saint Patrick
Four years ago, thanks to you, I got in.
I didn't and I won't forget it.
No matter how hard it have been, I'm still very thankful.
I hope the results will worth all the trouble.
Please, bless me one more time.
I didn't and I won't forget it.
No matter how hard it have been, I'm still very thankful.
I hope the results will worth all the trouble.
Please, bless me one more time.
15.3.15
About this March 15
I wish I could explain what's going on in Brasil right now, but in between some pretty serious and valid point and complains, there's the most absurd suggestions: capital punishment, mass oppression and the establishment of a military dictatorial government.
You can see that some aspects of liberty really offend people who claims to be pro-democracy and freedom: gay marriage, feminism, the rights of indigenous and other traditional communities are constantly denied and today they were again, not by the majority but a considerable part of people had no shame to ask of their repression.
And I can't understand that.
You can see that some aspects of liberty really offend people who claims to be pro-democracy and freedom: gay marriage, feminism, the rights of indigenous and other traditional communities are constantly denied and today they were again, not by the majority but a considerable part of people had no shame to ask of their repression.
And I can't understand that.
9.3.15
The day I met Hugh Jackman
Last night I met Hugh Jackman on a corner two blocks from my home. We talked a little bit and he was as nice as I always thought he would be. Then it started to snow.
I live in the middle of Amazon. The forest, not the e-store. I was dreaming, of course.
My unconscious has such a bittersweet way to tell me I'm asking for too much...
At least the week begins with a laugh.
By the way, or not, this is the 500º post of this blog. It took almost 10 years to reach the mark. I'm slow, I know.
I live in the middle of Amazon. The forest, not the e-store. I was dreaming, of course.
My unconscious has such a bittersweet way to tell me I'm asking for too much...
At least the week begins with a laugh.
By the way, or not, this is the 500º post of this blog. It took almost 10 years to reach the mark. I'm slow, I know.
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