Hi guys!
That's me, Fernando. I'm sorry, it's been a long time since anybody updated this weblog, but that's because our classes have begun and now time has been really precious.
Besides, we've been working a lot on the new language we are making up. Luciano already wrote something here, and I bet no one understood it. No problem, even we weren't quite able to read it either.
So... that's it. I hope we can post something more interesting soon. And I also hope the weather gets colder soon. It's been freaking hot these days.
Entonces creo que ahora solo puedo decir:
¡Hasta pronto!
terça-feira, 31 de março de 2009
sábado, 28 de fevereiro de 2009
Back at last... with a new language
Ein!
Aquis vitei unde bamoirà texti im laf vie uno uxcratei oià aknu weblog.
Uno ren poduerei zainga fante dep basol gapù praërei flo, efrem bet vitau emuse zeve caë estërne unai paler.
Ehr, bet vitou dafecil uxcrat aquis! Bet vitau fer-fîicil duoder rapes.
Us aagör poduerei uno ie bet vitau otmadus piera nito felor mune.
Misontri! =)
Ar pú!
Aquis vitei unde bamoirà texti im laf vie uno uxcratei oià aknu weblog.
Uno ren poduerei zainga fante dep basol gapù praërei flo, efrem bet vitau emuse zeve caë estërne unai paler.
Ehr, bet vitou dafecil uxcrat aquis! Bet vitau fer-fîicil duoder rapes.
Us aagör poduerei uno ie bet vitau otmadus piera nito felor mune.
Misontri! =)
Ar pú!
quinta-feira, 29 de janeiro de 2009
Un petit poème d'un garçon amoureux
Non, je n'ai rien à écrire aujourd'hui. Mais un garçon m'a envoyé un poème qu'il a écrit pour une fille il y a quelques ans. Vous pouvez déjà déduire qu'il était amoureux d'elle. Le poème a été écrit en français et je l'ai aimé bien. Alors... j'ai pensé que je pourrais le poster ici.
Dame de mes rêves
Je ne saurais jamais dire
Quel est mon vrai sentiment
Alors j'ai décidé d'écrire
Ce que les mots parlés préfèrent
Ne pas te raconter.
Je me souviens da la première fois
En rêvant, je t'ai rencontrée
Je voulais tellement te voir
Mais un bruit m'a réveillé
Et je n'ai pas pu te connaître
Et alors... peut-être
Durant un jour gris, avant l'orage
Nous nous serions vus
Un sourire a éclairé mon visage
Et tu ne m'as pas reconnu
Ton corps, je l'ai vu à la plage
On dirait que cette histoire est incroyable
Mais même les rêves sont parfois véritables
Depuis ce temps là
Je t'ai toujours attendue chez moi
Ma chambre a été si triste sans ta chaleur
Tu n'es pas encore venue. Pourquoi?
En fait, j'ai eu beaucoup de douleur
Mais tu seras ma joie
Car pour moi, tu es déjà la seule reine
Ne me laisse pas avoir de la peine
Ton âme, elle m'enseigne à aimer
Ton coeur, je le veux maintenant
J'espère que tu ne sois pas fâchée
Je te veux toujours comme ça, en souriant
Les étoiles nous verront et elles seront nos amies
Viens à moi et nous pourrons jouir de la vie
Dame de mes rêves
Je ne saurais jamais dire
Quel est mon vrai sentiment
Alors j'ai décidé d'écrire
Ce que les mots parlés préfèrent
Ne pas te raconter.
Je me souviens da la première fois
En rêvant, je t'ai rencontrée
Je voulais tellement te voir
Mais un bruit m'a réveillé
Et je n'ai pas pu te connaître
Et alors... peut-être
Durant un jour gris, avant l'orage
Nous nous serions vus
Un sourire a éclairé mon visage
Et tu ne m'as pas reconnu
Ton corps, je l'ai vu à la plage
On dirait que cette histoire est incroyable
Mais même les rêves sont parfois véritables
Depuis ce temps là
Je t'ai toujours attendue chez moi
Ma chambre a été si triste sans ta chaleur
Tu n'es pas encore venue. Pourquoi?
En fait, j'ai eu beaucoup de douleur
Mais tu seras ma joie
Car pour moi, tu es déjà la seule reine
Ne me laisse pas avoir de la peine
Ton âme, elle m'enseigne à aimer
Ton coeur, je le veux maintenant
J'espère que tu ne sois pas fâchée
Je te veux toujours comme ça, en souriant
Les étoiles nous verront et elles seront nos amies
Viens à moi et nous pourrons jouir de la vie
terça-feira, 27 de janeiro de 2009
La recherche pour les lettres, les doutes, la peur de l'avenir...
Je n'ai pas encore trouvé les lettres d'autrefois. Je croyais que je les avais mises dans quelque tiroir de mon garde-robe, mais j'ai eu tort. Bien, je ne sais pas ce que je peux faire, mais j'espère sincèrement qu'elles ne soit pas perdues pour toujours. J'ai besoin de les trouver tout de suite. Euh, bien, vous savez que je suis en vacances, alors il n'y a pas beaucoup de choses à faire. Je me réveille tard, je déjeune et puis je ne sais plus quoi faire. C'est pourquoi je pense qu'il serait super si je pouvais lire de nouveau tout ce que j'avais enregistré dans les premiers textes que j'ai écris dans la vie. Il y a trop de souvenirs qui ont une valeur spéciale pour moi. Je sais que j'en ai déjà trop parlé, mais je sens que je ne me sentirai qu'enfin joyeuse pendant ces jours de vacances tant que je ne les trouve pas.
D'accord, mais on peut écrire sur des autres choses, bien sûr. En premier, c'est magnifique que mes deux amis aiment l'idée d'écrire dans ce blog autant que moi. Bien que je n'écrive pas souvent, j'aime lire ce qu'ils écrivent et je peux sûrement dire que je suis très orgueilleuse d'eux. Je savais bien que les garçons que j'ai choisis pour être mes seuls amis seraient des hommes géniaux!
Bien, je crois que je n’ai pas encore dit beaucoup de choses sur moi-même. Le problème c’est que je ne sais même pas ce qui pourrait être dit à mon propos. J’ai déjà dit que j’ai 17 ans, non ? Euh... j’habite avec mes parents, mes deux frères, ma soeur et mon cousin (oui, nous sommes une grande famille) et peut-être que je vais commencer à étudier le droit à la fac. Esperons oui. ^-^. Toutefois on m’a dit que je ne peux pas être une bonne avocate parce que je suis très timide et je n’aime pas du tout avoir de longues disputes avec les autres.
Par contre, je sais qu’il faut toujours savoir défendre ce que tu crois juste. Et la justice devrait être l’idéal de tous les hommes. Bien, vous direz que je suis une petite fille rêveuse peut-être, mais on ne peut pas abandonner ses rêves à cause des difficultés qu’on aura sûrement sur le chemin de la vie. Et quand il s’agit du droit, il y a beaucoup d’empêchements pour réussir enfin à la justice pleine. C’est difficile, oui, mais ça n’est aucun motif pour que nous n’essayons pas d’y arriver.
J’ai aussi cru qu’il serait bon d’être professeur et enseigner une langue aux enfants. J’aime ça ! C’est un doute cruel, parce que j’adore aussi l’étude d’autres cultures, langages, croyances, et on les apprend bien à traves de l’apprentissage d’une langue étrangère. Alors... je me demande quelques fois pourquoi nous devons choisir si tôt ce que nous voulons faire pour le reste de nos vies. Pour l’amour de Dieu, je n’ai que 17 ans ! Les gens plus vieux disent que cette angoisse c’est normal quand on est encore jeune. Je pense que j’aimerais étudier les lois ou les langues, mais je suis trop jeune, je peux découvrir plus tard que ma vraie passion est une autre chose. Mais je sais que le monde ne comprend ça. Les sentiments des adolescents sont inutiles, personne n’y est pour rien.
D'accord, mais on peut écrire sur des autres choses, bien sûr. En premier, c'est magnifique que mes deux amis aiment l'idée d'écrire dans ce blog autant que moi. Bien que je n'écrive pas souvent, j'aime lire ce qu'ils écrivent et je peux sûrement dire que je suis très orgueilleuse d'eux. Je savais bien que les garçons que j'ai choisis pour être mes seuls amis seraient des hommes géniaux!
Bien, je crois que je n’ai pas encore dit beaucoup de choses sur moi-même. Le problème c’est que je ne sais même pas ce qui pourrait être dit à mon propos. J’ai déjà dit que j’ai 17 ans, non ? Euh... j’habite avec mes parents, mes deux frères, ma soeur et mon cousin (oui, nous sommes une grande famille) et peut-être que je vais commencer à étudier le droit à la fac. Esperons oui. ^-^. Toutefois on m’a dit que je ne peux pas être une bonne avocate parce que je suis très timide et je n’aime pas du tout avoir de longues disputes avec les autres.
Par contre, je sais qu’il faut toujours savoir défendre ce que tu crois juste. Et la justice devrait être l’idéal de tous les hommes. Bien, vous direz que je suis une petite fille rêveuse peut-être, mais on ne peut pas abandonner ses rêves à cause des difficultés qu’on aura sûrement sur le chemin de la vie. Et quand il s’agit du droit, il y a beaucoup d’empêchements pour réussir enfin à la justice pleine. C’est difficile, oui, mais ça n’est aucun motif pour que nous n’essayons pas d’y arriver.
J’ai aussi cru qu’il serait bon d’être professeur et enseigner une langue aux enfants. J’aime ça ! C’est un doute cruel, parce que j’adore aussi l’étude d’autres cultures, langages, croyances, et on les apprend bien à traves de l’apprentissage d’une langue étrangère. Alors... je me demande quelques fois pourquoi nous devons choisir si tôt ce que nous voulons faire pour le reste de nos vies. Pour l’amour de Dieu, je n’ai que 17 ans ! Les gens plus vieux disent que cette angoisse c’est normal quand on est encore jeune. Je pense que j’aimerais étudier les lois ou les langues, mais je suis trop jeune, je peux découvrir plus tard que ma vraie passion est une autre chose. Mais je sais que le monde ne comprend ça. Les sentiments des adolescents sont inutiles, personne n’y est pour rien.
Mon doute: le droit et la lutte pour la justice...
...ou l'étude des langues?N’en parlons plus. Tout ce que j’espère c’est que je trouve vraiment mon bonheur en étudiant soit le droit soit la linguistique. Et penser à l’avenir me fait du mal. Ça va mieux que je m’arrête. Ce qui nous importe maintenant c’est que je suis très heureuse, enfin en vacances, à côté de ma famille, mes deux bien aimés amis... oh, et bien sûr, mon petit-ami aussi, je ne pourrais pas l’oublier, hehehe.
Je finis ici ce texte. Vous avez remarqué que je n’avais pas trop à parler, mais je me sens très bien après écrire n’importe quoi. C’est une spèce de soulangement. L’âme respire en paix et les choses autour de moi semblent plus claires. Oui, je suis folle, Luciano et Fernando me le disent toutes les fois que nous nous rencontrons. Je les aime quand même, hehe.
C’est ça alors!! À plus, mes chéris!
Je finis ici ce texte. Vous avez remarqué que je n’avais pas trop à parler, mais je me sens très bien après écrire n’importe quoi. C’est une spèce de soulangement. L’âme respire en paix et les choses autour de moi semblent plus claires. Oui, je suis folle, Luciano et Fernando me le disent toutes les fois que nous nous rencontrons. Je les aime quand même, hehe.
C’est ça alors!! À plus, mes chéris!
sábado, 24 de janeiro de 2009
The special ladies
"Even now there is hope left."
Galadriel
I started reading The Lord of the Rings when I was only 11. I had seen a guy reading it during school break and the title of that volume had caught my attention all of a sudden. It was "The Two Towers". I don't know exactly why, neither what made me move towards him and ask him (it's serious, anyone would never believe the little shy Fernando was going to speak to a guy he had never noticed at school before) who was the author of the novel. Maybe the book had casted a spell on me. Amanda does believe it has something to do with the power of the One Ring, created by Sauron, the Dark Lord. By the way, only later I found out the title of the book referred to the story's main antagonist.
Why am I telling this anyway? Well, it was a great adventure to go into Tolkien's fantastic Middle-Earth and it surely had a critical impact on me. I say that because it's impossible not to get touched by the dramatic situation of the Fellowship of the Ring, being chased down everywhere by Mordor's and Isengard's armies, not to mention the wonderful descriptions of the fascinating landscapes the characters visit. But nothing enchanted more than The Lady of Lórien, also known as The Lady of Light, Galadriel. She gives us today the honour of being at the beginning of this posting, as you may have already noticed. I know that's her portrayed version in the LotR film trilogy, but I had no other better image to represent her. The great thing about reading a high fantasy epic novel is that you find so many characters and each of them causes some impact on you. Besides, it's you who can imagine how they look like exactly, the outlines of their physique profiles, the other details that were not mentioned, always helped by the description given by the author, of course. And there's a special room for Galadriel in my imagery.
Among so many male characters and in a moment of deep despair, eight men enter in the beautiful fields of a woody region and come across a pretty, majestic woman, who rescues the energy of the group, which seemed to be lost forever in that very moment of their lives. "Even now there is hope left". Maybe someone who hasn't read any of the books doesn’t understand anything at all. Well, let's say I'm using Tolkien's novel just to explain something I haven't managed to put into words yet. I thought it'd be easier if I used an example as a proof. I'm talking of the talent that some women have in their hearts and mind. I guess some people call it just intuition, or accurate perception, or just sensibility, but it must be a power that is beyond those words. They can hear the cries of your soul when you're feeling down, they can clearly understand the motives of your pain, even though you don't understand it yourself. And more than that. They can make you feel better, with their wise words and their soothing voices.
Yeah, I believe they are the real rulers in the realm of feelings. I've always wondered why they deal much better with them than us men. There must be some kind of inner talent, something natural, something that comes within them. Galadriel was the first woman who made me aware of this. And suddenly I realised there were other fantastic women around me. At first, I must never forget her who has been the most important character in every page of the book of my life. Of course that's my mother. Another remarkable girl is my sister, Simony. Although she may still think I'm his little, foolish boy, I believe I've grown up a bit and become fully aware of her beauty and intelligence. Thank you all for supporting me, loving me, trusting me.
And the third most fundamental girl in my life is surely the other participant of this weblog. You all already know I’m referring to Amanda. She was my first female friend and a unique girl. In fact, I think she reminds me of Galadriel quite much. Maybe because of her elegance, her subtle look, her simple, but powerful graciousness. Enfin… I could tell a lot of other good aspects about Amanda, but that’ll be the subject of a new posting.
For now, all that I want to say is thanks to all these marvelous women I have the privilege to live with. I know every man is surrounded by his own special women. I have said thanks to all those who are the most important to me. Sometimes we think we have known someone who will be special forever, but later we found we were mistaken. In spite of that, I’m totally sure I will never be disappointed at any of the three women I have mentioned above.
And fortunately I could realise just in time I am a very lucky guy. It’s such a great honour to know I can always count on them, my three Galadriel’s. The prettiest, the wisest, the most elegant.
This is a very simple homage, and surely they deserve much more. But isn’t it incredible how a single character from a fantasy novel could make such a big difference in an 11 year-old boy’s mind? It opened up my eyes and made me realise the most important women in my life were there, right under my nose. I hope everyone has already found their own Galadriel’s. These high ladies one cannot live without.
As I already said, I have three Galadriel’s in my life. When will I get to know the fourth?
Galadriel
I started reading The Lord of the Rings when I was only 11. I had seen a guy reading it during school break and the title of that volume had caught my attention all of a sudden. It was "The Two Towers". I don't know exactly why, neither what made me move towards him and ask him (it's serious, anyone would never believe the little shy Fernando was going to speak to a guy he had never noticed at school before) who was the author of the novel. Maybe the book had casted a spell on me. Amanda does believe it has something to do with the power of the One Ring, created by Sauron, the Dark Lord. By the way, only later I found out the title of the book referred to the story's main antagonist.
Why am I telling this anyway? Well, it was a great adventure to go into Tolkien's fantastic Middle-Earth and it surely had a critical impact on me. I say that because it's impossible not to get touched by the dramatic situation of the Fellowship of the Ring, being chased down everywhere by Mordor's and Isengard's armies, not to mention the wonderful descriptions of the fascinating landscapes the characters visit. But nothing enchanted more than The Lady of Lórien, also known as The Lady of Light, Galadriel. She gives us today the honour of being at the beginning of this posting, as you may have already noticed. I know that's her portrayed version in the LotR film trilogy, but I had no other better image to represent her. The great thing about reading a high fantasy epic novel is that you find so many characters and each of them causes some impact on you. Besides, it's you who can imagine how they look like exactly, the outlines of their physique profiles, the other details that were not mentioned, always helped by the description given by the author, of course. And there's a special room for Galadriel in my imagery.
Among so many male characters and in a moment of deep despair, eight men enter in the beautiful fields of a woody region and come across a pretty, majestic woman, who rescues the energy of the group, which seemed to be lost forever in that very moment of their lives. "Even now there is hope left". Maybe someone who hasn't read any of the books doesn’t understand anything at all. Well, let's say I'm using Tolkien's novel just to explain something I haven't managed to put into words yet. I thought it'd be easier if I used an example as a proof. I'm talking of the talent that some women have in their hearts and mind. I guess some people call it just intuition, or accurate perception, or just sensibility, but it must be a power that is beyond those words. They can hear the cries of your soul when you're feeling down, they can clearly understand the motives of your pain, even though you don't understand it yourself. And more than that. They can make you feel better, with their wise words and their soothing voices.
Yeah, I believe they are the real rulers in the realm of feelings. I've always wondered why they deal much better with them than us men. There must be some kind of inner talent, something natural, something that comes within them. Galadriel was the first woman who made me aware of this. And suddenly I realised there were other fantastic women around me. At first, I must never forget her who has been the most important character in every page of the book of my life. Of course that's my mother. Another remarkable girl is my sister, Simony. Although she may still think I'm his little, foolish boy, I believe I've grown up a bit and become fully aware of her beauty and intelligence. Thank you all for supporting me, loving me, trusting me.
And the third most fundamental girl in my life is surely the other participant of this weblog. You all already know I’m referring to Amanda. She was my first female friend and a unique girl. In fact, I think she reminds me of Galadriel quite much. Maybe because of her elegance, her subtle look, her simple, but powerful graciousness. Enfin… I could tell a lot of other good aspects about Amanda, but that’ll be the subject of a new posting.
For now, all that I want to say is thanks to all these marvelous women I have the privilege to live with. I know every man is surrounded by his own special women. I have said thanks to all those who are the most important to me. Sometimes we think we have known someone who will be special forever, but later we found we were mistaken. In spite of that, I’m totally sure I will never be disappointed at any of the three women I have mentioned above.
And fortunately I could realise just in time I am a very lucky guy. It’s such a great honour to know I can always count on them, my three Galadriel’s. The prettiest, the wisest, the most elegant.
This is a very simple homage, and surely they deserve much more. But isn’t it incredible how a single character from a fantasy novel could make such a big difference in an 11 year-old boy’s mind? It opened up my eyes and made me realise the most important women in my life were there, right under my nose. I hope everyone has already found their own Galadriel’s. These high ladies one cannot live without.
As I already said, I have three Galadriel’s in my life. When will I get to know the fourth?
sexta-feira, 23 de janeiro de 2009
Et voilà! A great song!
Nature Boy
Eden Ahbez
There was a boy
A very strange, enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea,
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he.
And then one day,
One magic day he passed my way
While we spoke of many things
Fools and Kings
This he said to me
The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return.
That's a very beautiful song. I like it beyond words. Actually I fell in love with it since the first time I listened to it. I remember it happened during a wonderful afternoon at Amanda's, in March 2005. Wow, we were only 14! Fernand and I had been invited to go to her house because there was a film she would like to watch with us. Well, there wasn't anything to do, how could we refuse her invitation? Besides, it's great when the three of us are together, it's lots of fun, I tell you! We drink much wine, play chess and other card games, and of course, we watch a movie, "specially selected by me" always says Amanda. We're not so sure about the quality of the movie, but it's all right. The wine is always good!
Lol, okay, okay, I was kidding, Amanda, no offence meant! But I was talking about the movie itself! It was Moulin Rouge. I guess some of you have already heard of it (we have a great friend who is an absolute fan of it). I didn't think I would appreciate it as much as I actually did. The first song was exactly that: Nature Boy. It was fantastic, and even after the movie ended, I asked Amanda to play just the first song again. It's beautiful and truly intense. There is a Brazilian version of it, I believe. The lyrics in Portuguese was composed by Caetano Veloso, if I'm not mistaken. But, with all the respect due to the brilliant Brazilian singer and poet, it doesn't have the same purity and magnificence that I sensed in the original version in English.
Eden Ahbez
There was a boy
A very strange, enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea,
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he.
And then one day,
One magic day he passed my way
While we spoke of many things
Fools and Kings
This he said to me
The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return.
That's a very beautiful song. I like it beyond words. Actually I fell in love with it since the first time I listened to it. I remember it happened during a wonderful afternoon at Amanda's, in March 2005. Wow, we were only 14! Fernand and I had been invited to go to her house because there was a film she would like to watch with us. Well, there wasn't anything to do, how could we refuse her invitation? Besides, it's great when the three of us are together, it's lots of fun, I tell you! We drink much wine, play chess and other card games, and of course, we watch a movie, "specially selected by me" always says Amanda. We're not so sure about the quality of the movie, but it's all right. The wine is always good!
Lol, okay, okay, I was kidding, Amanda, no offence meant! But I was talking about the movie itself! It was Moulin Rouge. I guess some of you have already heard of it (we have a great friend who is an absolute fan of it). I didn't think I would appreciate it as much as I actually did. The first song was exactly that: Nature Boy. It was fantastic, and even after the movie ended, I asked Amanda to play just the first song again. It's beautiful and truly intense. There is a Brazilian version of it, I believe. The lyrics in Portuguese was composed by Caetano Veloso, if I'm not mistaken. But, with all the respect due to the brilliant Brazilian singer and poet, it doesn't have the same purity and magnificence that I sensed in the original version in English.
Two women dancing at the Moulin Rouge, by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
It begins talking about a boy, but maybe he's not a real boy. I used to imagine him as an old man, but with a pure heart, just like a little boy's. And then comes this verse: "A little shy and sad of eye". It's weird, I think it could be a reference to that "old man", and in spite of that sometimes I can see that description in my friend, Fernando, who is only 17. Yeah, maybe the boy of the song could be him, Fernando, the other guy who posts here. Well, maybe you don't know him yet. I've been friends with him for 11 years, though, and that allows me to say I do know a piece of his personality. He's a nice guy, but shy and sad of eye. "But very wise was he". Man, that is a brilliant confirmation of everything I've been saying all along.
Okay, nobody is understanding anything else and I should just shut up and choose another subject. But now that I'm writing about that song, things look so clear. I mean, it does seem like the song is talking about someone who could be very similar to my best friend. "And then one day, one magic day he passed my way". Yeah, we could even say our 11 year-old friendship would be metaphorically compared to that "one day, one magic day". Lol, would someone please wake me up? Maybe I'm only rambling away and I haven't noticed it yet. But this is my own interpration. I will talk about it with Amanda later. I'm sure she'll agree with me. I know I'm absolutely right.
And at last, there's the great revelation of the song. And an eternal lesson for life. The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return. Nothing could have been as powerful as those two verses. Thanks, Amanda, if I hadn't been invited by you to watch that film, I would never have felt this very energy that comes intensely from each verse of this song.
I know I wrote a lot about love in my last posting, but it is surely something I wouldn't stand living without. And no feeling can ever be compared to true love. That very love you receive sincerely from your parents and friends. Great friends like Amanda and Fernando (wow, I'm such a suck-up, aren't I? LOL). And of course, my sweet Juliana... err, okay, folks, that's my girlfriend's name. BUT... I'm afraid to say I'm a little shy too and I won't talk about my love affairs here. Hm... no, no, Juliana is not only a love affair, it's the greatest love story I've ever lived to date. Okay, enough!
I promise I will talk about another thing next time. Somehow I feel like no one has been reading this, but if you ARE reading this (it means you're a very patient person, blessed you), please write a comment. You just need to click right below, where it says "comentários". Thanks!
Oh, let me make a last observation: although I have the strong feeling no one has been reading what we write here, it is curiously nice and pleasant to write whatever goes on my mind. Maybe this is what we call freedom. But hey, how could I be so insensitive? I know I have at least 3 readers. Thanks for your patience! =D
Bis bald, meine Freunde!
Okay, nobody is understanding anything else and I should just shut up and choose another subject. But now that I'm writing about that song, things look so clear. I mean, it does seem like the song is talking about someone who could be very similar to my best friend. "And then one day, one magic day he passed my way". Yeah, we could even say our 11 year-old friendship would be metaphorically compared to that "one day, one magic day". Lol, would someone please wake me up? Maybe I'm only rambling away and I haven't noticed it yet. But this is my own interpration. I will talk about it with Amanda later. I'm sure she'll agree with me. I know I'm absolutely right.
And at last, there's the great revelation of the song. And an eternal lesson for life. The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return. Nothing could have been as powerful as those two verses. Thanks, Amanda, if I hadn't been invited by you to watch that film, I would never have felt this very energy that comes intensely from each verse of this song.
I know I wrote a lot about love in my last posting, but it is surely something I wouldn't stand living without. And no feeling can ever be compared to true love. That very love you receive sincerely from your parents and friends. Great friends like Amanda and Fernando (wow, I'm such a suck-up, aren't I? LOL). And of course, my sweet Juliana... err, okay, folks, that's my girlfriend's name. BUT... I'm afraid to say I'm a little shy too and I won't talk about my love affairs here. Hm... no, no, Juliana is not only a love affair, it's the greatest love story I've ever lived to date. Okay, enough!
I promise I will talk about another thing next time. Somehow I feel like no one has been reading this, but if you ARE reading this (it means you're a very patient person, blessed you), please write a comment. You just need to click right below, where it says "comentários". Thanks!
Oh, let me make a last observation: although I have the strong feeling no one has been reading what we write here, it is curiously nice and pleasant to write whatever goes on my mind. Maybe this is what we call freedom. But hey, how could I be so insensitive? I know I have at least 3 readers. Thanks for your patience! =D
Bis bald, meine Freunde!
terça-feira, 20 de janeiro de 2009
A few words about a few things...
Well, I had been wondering these days what I'd choose as a subject for this posting and I realised there wasn't too much I could write about. When that is the case, the only thing you can do is to start writing and see where the words take you.And it seems like my two other friends have been really inspired these days. I'm not so good at French, but Amanda translated her text for me later and I liked it very much. I mean, maybe no one else would ever know exactly how important our friendship has been through all these years we've been together. There are so many things to tell we could surely write a novel. Maybe Luciano has been writing something lately. He says he's not doing anything, but we can't quite trust him in that matter, given the fact he has taken us by surprise so many times before.
Anyways, I'd like to say that, yes, you're my two best friends, just like a brother and a sister. Thanks for everything!
And Luciano decided to talk about poetry. It's always good to read something about that. I myself used to write some poems when I was younger. They weren't good, of course. You can't expect a 14 year-old boy to write good poetic stuff at such young age unless he was some kind of genius or something. And I'm very far from being considered a genius.
I have stopped writing poems since... February 2008, I guess. I know I shouldn't have given up, but somehow a strange feeling had begun growing stronger inside me and I felt as if I had been wasting my time all along. My verses were useless and you'd just need to read them a couple of time to realise they had no special meaning at all.
It was difficult at the beginning, but now it doesn't bother me anymore. Every now and then I miss them, though. Those poems are the weirdest friends I'll ever have. I hope they forgive me for having taken them in arrest. Hope dies for last, though. And that's why I think they may regain their liberty someday. I am a bad father. At least I am realistic. I know my children are ugly.
Let's forget poems. If someone has been reading all of our posting, he/she must have noticed we love to mention we write/used to write poems, chroniques and other things. Yeah, my mate, the literary spirit has possessed our poor souls. But never think we're great poets or authors. Remember you're reading something written by a 17 year-old teenager!!! I mean, that goes for the three of us, we're only seventeen!
Now... well, I recognise I'm not being very original, but I have another text in Spanish to bring to you. It was actually written by a friend who doesn't show up very often. He's a bit shy, I would say. It is kind of an enigmatic text, but well... let's hope he'll never know I have posted it here. Yeah, I'm doing it without his authorization.
Frecuentemente tengo un problema cuando quiero escribir. Y el problema aquí es empezar. Estoy solo en un shopping center y todo lo que llega a mis oídos es una canción ridícula. Por lo tanto el sonido no me ayuda.
Ya quiero irme. Quedarme aquí me aburre. Quiero descansar y no pensar en nada más... pero las cosas no son más como antes. Hay un olor distinto en el aire. Sí, digo eso todos los días, pero hay una cuestión que no puedo contestar: si hay una diferenza, ¿por qué digo siempre que mi vida es una rutina eterna? Tal vez... la esencia de todo no cambia en absoluto. Lo que cambia es un pequeño detalle que tiene grande importancia para mí. Es difícil explicarlo. Sin embargo, es también inútil intentar entender el mundo raro de los sentimientos. Bien, yo no debería preocuparme por causa de eso. Pero... ¿por qué estoy hablando de eso? La fiesta va a empezar pronto.
Pero... no me gustan las fiestas. "¿Qué te gusta entonces?" me pregunta una voz sin dueño.
¡Ah! Es una buena pregunta. Bueno... podemos decir que me gustan el silencio, el sueño, la charla con los amigos, el estudio de las cosas que me interesan. Con todo, la mejor compañía es la familia. Espero que ellos no lean jamás estas líneas ridículas. Yo podría haber escrito una carta de amor. Seguramente habría sido mejor. Pero lo que he escrito es ridículo y también todas las cartas de amor son ridículas, como lo había dicho Pessoa. El resultado es el mismo. Finalmente solo quería decir que... los amigos. No se puede jamás viver sin ellos.
That's it, my friends. This time I do know the author's name, but I'll never reveal it.
See you all next time!
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