pólvora

me acorde quando der,
quando esse mês paaaassaaaar,
preciso estar de pé, quando o outro mês chegar.

zander - pólvora

The Doorman

I went out to buy some fruits and a chocolate bar a couple of minutes ago. I had a little chat with the doorman in my way inside to the apartament buildings where I live.That chat made me realize something very important to my life.

Today I was feeling blue. I had weird feelings and the last time I had them was back in 2008. I don't like these feelings at all. One of the reasons I got out of my apartment to buy some chocolate was that I was trying to do something good so that I could feel a little more happier.
It was for just a couple of minutes, but that conversation I said I had with the doorman changed my mood. I really liked talking with the doorman. I like talking to people, see how they are doing, talk about weather (btw it's so freakin' cold today), and especially: I love helping people.
I love helping people that are close to me. Like, mum, dad, sister, future girlfriend and wife, my future kids and so on. BUT, I really like helping people that I've just met!
I think not talking to different people makes me sad. Today and tomorrow I won't have classes, so I will stay home a lot and I won't talk much, except thru telephone, but that's different. I think this was one of the things which was making me feel sad.
I was far away for everyone I love for 2 years and even so I was happy all the time! Why? Because I was helping and talking everyday!

I realized today that I wanna talk and help people throughout my life! I can't work in a place that I don't interact with people.
I want to work! I want to help and interact with other people. I want to work on something useful and be proud of the work I done afterwards.
Actually, I'm kind of sick of studying. I want to work. I want to live. I want to have a place I call home. I want to have a wife and go out for dinner with her. I want to have a daily routine that makes me fell alive.
Am I asking for too much?

Well, I'm working in order to have everything I want. The sad part is: My work is studying...

I think I should change the subtitle to "I want to" instead of "The Doorman".

I need to read more English, so that I can write better.

sobre ensinar uma criança a cantar um hino

Hoje as sísteres da minha ala levaram uma família de pesquisadores na Igreja. Eu e minha mãe sentamos com eles na Reunião Sacramental. Ensinamos eles como é a reunião, como usar o hinário e tal. Mostrei para o menino de 10 anos como a gente canta os hinos seguindo o hinário. Na primeira estrofe eu segui apontando o dedo no hinário para ele ver como funciona. Na segunda estrofe ele já estava se virando sozinho e já estava cantando! Aquilo me marcou muito! Senti o Espírito naquele momento, no final da segunda estrofe algumas lágrimas apareceram e eu até fiquei com vergonha do menininho, por estar com os olhos lacrimejando.

É ótimo poder ajudar as pessoas da melhor forma possível, que é apresentando a Igreja e o Evangelho para eles.

Esses sentimentos são uma prova de que tudo isso, de fato, é verdadeiro.

I need a remedy of bearings and dust

I need a remedy of diesel and dust
Something I can taste whith a fix I can trust
Another high, more potent than lust.
Eating and repeating
like the working of rust and time.

I woke to the sound and the rhythm of rain
dancing down on the window pane.
Comatose. Eyes half closed.
Arms wrapped up with the wounds all sewn.
I froze from head to toe.
Clenched the jaw,
then felt my body roll over slow.

I must live to know that healing takes some time.

So no regrets, and no looking back to sinking ships.
I'll strip the gauze for a rational self-analysis.
"I'm down. Cut and bound.
Counting scars, and counting blessings loud."
So loud.

I must live to know that time alone is always
healing as long as there's bleeding.
No regrets, or falling fits.
I'll strip the gauze and bleed it.

There's no worry.
It's only simple therapy.


Hot Water Music - Remedy

three weeks have passed

Wake up, think fast, three weeks have passed. 
We are changing. No sleep, no gas, no excuses will pass these lips
Cause we're shapin' up to be all you wish you could have been 
To write the hits and to turn their heads 
And to open eyes (open your eyes) to a brand new season, 
A brand new season. 

So show me something we haven't heard yet, 
But I'm not convinced and your heartless songs won't stick. 
But I, I'll sing you something you won't forget 
For the first time I know this is now who I am.


the academy is... - season

And that is a good scripture.

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.” (Isa. 55:8–9.)

Things are shaping up to be pretty odd

Things have changed for me and that's ok
I feel the same
I'm on my way and I say
Things have changed for me and that's ok

O Projeto Inicial

É sempre bom colocar as idéias pra fora. Acho que isso vai me ajudar muito. Assim eu analiso o que estou pensando/sentindo/fazendo enquanto escrevo e dessa forma posso até pensar/sentir/fazer as coisas de uma forma melhor depois de tê-las escrito.

Queria um lugar para escrever e exteriorizar qualquer coisa que passa na minha mente. Minha idéia inicial foi o twitter, mas ainda não consigo ver o que o twitter "is all about". Acho que um blog é o ideal.

Creio que a missão, a engenharia e tudo que está, ou estava, acontecendo comigo fizeram com que eu deixasse tudo meio guardado. Agora vou tentar jogar pra fora algumas idéias para melhorar as minhas idéias. Não sei se isso é uma coisa boa, por isso a gente não pode definir a vida útil desse blog. Existe uma possibilidade de eu escrever todas semanas aqui, ou simplesmente parar para nunca mais voltar. Veremos...

Creio que os principais tópicos serão do tipo: música, vida, sentimentos, Igreja. Acho que tudo que me define e que eu gosto eu vou postar aqui

Você vai ver que eu vou misturar muito inglês e português aqui, é que tem coisas que eu consigo me expressar melhor em inglês do que em português.

... é isso.