The Long And Winding Road...

"There is no need of beautiful words, no time for superficial things anymore

A naked Being is looking for what he can dress up in

There is no way of remaining the same

When who you were, was killing yourself

There is just nothing left, nothing left

For those who understand,

But too late

They have always been wrong.

There is what people think of you

And those you love mistrust you

You want to change

But the past stick on you(r skin)

There is nothing to explain

In case of sheer stupidity

There is no future, no future because of the past

And the present does not exist

He says "There is a world to be built again,

A world filled with new people"

But nothing exciting, nothing exciting

Because you do not want them.

You can dream of changing your past,

But dreams reflect no reality

You try to find where it all went wrong

Maybe they could forgive, if you can explain

You hope and your hope is endless,

He laughs and says "you hope like a fool", it is true

Sometimes you could guess, in his voice

But you do not want to see

You trust anyway, you do not do anything else

God forgives so why not him?

You wish you were pure, pure to go in peace

And you suffer from it

And you pray yes you pray,

You are waiting for something

You can even scream

You just want him to make you disappear

But then you are still here,

And there is no present,

No purity in your mind

There is no peace."

Guido is around. Blâ on holidays. We are altogether having some fun in the capital of Minas Gerias, my lovely Belo Horizonte. Endless chats in the dead of night. Some about the past, most concerning the future. When we look 9 years back it appears that failure was the word more prone to fit with our future. But the time has written it upside down. Now the future is promising, the outcomes remarkable. That is what I feel. From many mistakes we leant how to overcome the difficulties of life. We did many, it is true. Some of us too many. For now we keep on going.

Now it is about 10pm in Brazil and I am still at university. It is ages since the last time I did it. Let’s see if I can find some novel motivation for now on.

Tomorrow it is holidays again!

And I asked her, how was this time without me? She looked to me with faraway eyes. I completed, was it ok, bad? She answered, unbearable (insuportável).

The barbecue was fine.