Releaf. Saint Peter 
Last week of classes, and I still have a bunch of tests to correct. But I finally managed to go out after a long , long time….. I went there and could have my favorite meals ever..
Hmmm Bliss….
Photos later!!
These guys are graduating soon. They are my firts group of 3rd year High School. Their graduation is in about 2 weeks now. Las week was my last class before the final tests. I told them I´ll never forget them because they were my first chalenge and also because they were one of the coolest groups I´ve ever had… Will Miss them all!
Love you; Juliana A., Nathalia, Juliana Star, Andressa, Janaina, Joyce, Ju, Danilo, Malu, Bruna and Bianca…
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Where I hide
One good thing about living in a city like São Paulo, is that everything is practical. Everything´s near, I dont even need to go far for anything I may want. I got subway, bus terminal, drugstores, markets, malls, gym, restaurants, bars, schools and all sorts of facilities close to me. I got nature as well, as the part of the city where I live in is surrounded by Cantareira ridge. What I actually i dont have is time to unwind and recollect my energy. I love doing that by traveling! And it feels even greater when I´m able to do so with friends. I have got some special souls here. There´s my friend Chrysane who has recently moved to a city close to here. She is not that far, but she manages to live in a very nice place. It is a farm, and a pleasant place too. I must say she and her family are special enough to make their home even more special. There are some pics of her place and its surroundings… Already one of my favorite places to hide…
a closer look at her home:
Sharing…
The door was closed
And there she stood
So uncomposed
Waiting to see what could
Be done to make life more appealing
And so she walked away from the door
Thinking of the worthlessness of her dealings
And fell to the floor
Silently she clutched her blanket
Why, why, why am I here?
She asked feeling as if she were in a straightjacket
And all of her fears were so near
So near they suffocated her
And there she repose
Lifeless she seemed, in a weeping blur
Clutching to the thorns of a rose
Holding onto that which was dear
Only to wait to slip again
But this time life seemed so clear
She could see the prison walls then
Surrounding her soul like a fortress
But those walls appeared weak
And couldn’t contain such a mess
Then she began to seek
Looking for the rationality
Looking for anything to facilitate
Maybe it will give her possitive mentallity
Or maybe the walls will crash down beautifully and great.
cold rush of an october breeze
settles on unsettling seas
certanty is not clearly certainas
it unvails falls beautiful curtain
the leaves fall gracefully to forest floors
Helplessly delicate wisping through moores
beautiful angels dance through the trees
manipulating all the falling leaves
There are no more emerald greens
And cold rainwater washes the leaves
Warm breezes gone with the geese
South for the winter to rest at peace
Fall brings that grim reaper
Unsettling all those emotions that were hidden deeper
Causing its disease
to spread among the trees
Cold and rushing are the breezes
Tender and warm have left the seasons
Waiting patiently for the end
Could it bring me to long for the dead.
Such things we write when thinking of life in a distant land…Is it like painting? What if I painted those words? Would it bring me any closer to the words I wrote? Would it bring me any closer somehow? Is the poet really a liar? Is the artist a liar? I wonder…
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