World peace

The Miss Universe judge asked Miss USA what was her biggest dream. She answered: the world peace.

Perhaps it was just a cliché answer for her to be considered a kind human being and win the Miss Universe contest. Perhaps it was really a sincere wish of someone who believes that someday this dream may come true, even though she knew it was humanly impossible. Who will ever know? Will we be alive when the world peace reign on the Earth?

It is funny that some words have nothing to do with their root, right? For example: humanity has synonyms like kindness and benevolence. Ok, as if the humans were naturally kind and benevolent.

Human beings are magnificent creatures. Unlike other animals, they do not need to hunt and use their fingernails for this purpose; they developed a high level of intelligence that made possible to control their animal instincts. Perhaps because of this, it sounds offensive to call humans as animals.

Humans kill other animals to eat them. Vegetarians repudiate such act. Humans kill themselves not in order to eat them, even though there are rare cases of canibalism. But humans kill for power, for pleasure, for wealthy, for fun or to maintain their “honor”.

Humans destroy themselves and the nature. The Earth have already shown the reflexions of the human intervention on it and shows its angry with floods, droughts, erosions that culminate in the loss of human and wild lives.

The planet is already fed up. Humans are so arrogant that they say they believe in a God that created a world for them to destroy freely all He built. They are so arrogant that they think they can sell vacancies in the heaven after their pathetic predictions about the end of the world.

But it was not necessary a meteor to collide against the Earth raising a cloud of dust that blocks the sunlight and kills the humankind with a new glacial age. We will still have dogs, cats, flowers, trees, butterflies, all the animals, all the insects and all the plants to enjoy one more sunny day.

The dogs howl to the moonlight. They miss a friend. The cockroaches dance samba on the wreckages. They will have organic material to eat for decades. The end of the world had come... for the human beings. The Earth is still intact trying, by it own, rebuild itself after all the destruction humankind have caused.

The world peace had come. The world had reached the fine line of the unbearable. Humans destroyed them by themselves with their chemical and biological weapons. No way humanity was a synonym of kindness and benevolence.

The last men the remained on the Earth were fighting among them for the right of becoming the King of the World and enjoy the little water and food that had lasted. So, one of them took a gun and shot all the others that had remained alive. He was the only one man on the Earth. There were nobody to serve him, to admire him, to feed him. He went crazy due to the starvation and due to the disturbing loneliness. Then, he did the last discharge of a gun that the Earth could ever hear. He shot his own head. The last man on the Earth had died.

Finally the world peace was achieved when all the humans were died.

At my feet

Today I want to play and you will be my toy. Giving my underhand speech and your neediness, I will have you at my feet.

I want a spare person. I want to have someone available when my friends turn me back on and I feel alone. I want someone available when I need a trophy. I want someone available for me to humiliate and to humiliate oneself for myself showing that I am the hotter one and that I am not the one who needs somebody for me, but you that are lonely.

I have chosen you to be my temporary arrangement so, be proud of yourself. You will know the prince charming you thought it would not exist. I will relieve that torn heart and you will feel once again the things you thought they were limited to your imagination, to your adolescence or to the romantic movies.

I have been playing this game for a long time and then I know all the tricks I have to set to turn you emotionally dependent of me. I will be a poet. I will write beautiful and extremely sickly sweet things. We will have lots of things in common: the romantism, the pleasure by reading, the city we live in, the style of job, the days-off.

And when you are captured in trap, I will control you through your feelings for me and I will have a lot of fun. We will plan something that will never happen, I will become a cold and far person that will leave you by yourself in the room waiting for me untill so late for nothing. And this will be my patience game that will last for days.

It is nothing personal, nothing against you. I just had some little problems but let me know that all the lies I told you are true and I do love you and you were the most fascinating person I have met in the previous years.

Today I woke up feeling I little bit hypocrite. I will say that those things I am looking for are those the world ignores. I will criticise the shallowness and I do not want to be seen as a piece of meat. While you are waiting for me at the room one more time, I will enjoy life and have some fun with the wrong ones while I do not find the right one. I will use, abuse, be used and be abused. My démodé speech against shallowness will be forgotten.

And coldly I will teel you all the details of the much I had fun and the many people kissed last night. The tears that stream down your face will not touch me. I do not have a heart, I do not have feelings to understand. I do not care if you are going away. I am hot, I am gorgeous, I am absolute and you only have this pure and sincere heart that explains your neediness.

I will never assume my mistakes. I will never feel remorse for the bad I have done. I will never apologize. You are the only one wrong person. Do not doubt me never, ever! I am a person who lies, who says what I do not feel, I am not transparent but, above all these thing, I am innocent.

Continue being my temporary arrangement. I need a trophy to show off the world when I am feeling alone. I need a temporary arrangement to remind me that I will always have someone begging and humiliating oneself for my love. I need you to be used in my plan of causing jealousy in someone else when it is necessary. I need someone to hurt, to tell my non-sexual sexual adventures.

I need someone to keep my ego in the high levels. Keep your hope alive but keep in mind that you will never be as good as I want you to be to me.

The more I make you cry, the hotter I feel.

Today I woke up feeling a little bit false, a little bit cold and a little bit cruel. Io sonno un poeta o sonno un imbecile? It does not matter anymore. Today I am feeling so well...

A people who fights for justice

Every day, more and more Brazilian citizens have access to the internet. No more Globo Broadcast’s partial information monopoly! Now we are free to look for the truth.

CNN, BBC, Reuters, Wikipedia, blogs... Information is on the fingertips of any Brazilian citizen who wants to research the truth of the things over the internet. We have the incredible opportunity to protest and organize flash mobs on social websites such as Orkut and Twitter. Everybody supporting a better and fairer Brazil.

- Look at it! Globo is cheating in the Head of Household Competition! Luizão continued putting the sandals into the basket case after the time was over! What an injustice! I’ll record the Competition scenes, I’ll edit a video and I’ll post it on YouTube and spread it on Twitter.

- Man, do you remember that eviction with more than 150 millions of votes? It was a big lie! All the polls created by UOL, BOL, IG used to show that Patricia was supposed to be evicted with more than 75% of the votes. How can be explained the eviction of Denise with 62%? It’s very strange, isn’t it?

- Oh my God! Karolaynne shouldn’t have been chosen to represent the Pará State. C’mon, we don’t deserve a naughty and opportunist representant like her. Last week she only talked bad things about Wandersson and now she is talking to him as though nothing have happened just because he won the Head of Household Competition. I’m really ashamed for her living here.

- I can’t believe Marcelo Dourado won BBB10. Brazil don’t deserve to be represented by a rude, homophobic, violent and disturbed man like him.

- Let’s vote a lot to evict the Lia, The Crier! #outlia

- I can’t believe Samir was evicted from Colírios Capricho! What a cheat! He was the most gorgeous of all the boys. The most perfect one.

- What? Luan Santana on the top of Twitter’s Trending Topics Worldwide? I won’t allow it to be on the top any longer! I’ll tweet “Pedro Gabriel Lanza Reis” and “#Brazil♥Restart”. *-*

- WHAT DO YOU LIKE, FELIPE NETO?

- “You can shoot people and blow things up and they say, ‘Thank you! Take a monkey home with you!’”

- SHUT UP STALLONE!

- Restart Family is no longer good because I arrived here at 8am and they didn’t come to speak with us. No, I won’t forgive them, I’ll swear them today on Twitter, a lot... Indeed...

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While we, the Brazilian people, use the internet to denounce all the scandals of Big Brother Brazil and its manipulated results, or to swear too much on Twitter, corruption happens freely in Brasília. A protest on the top of the Trending Topics does not depose no one from power, does not make justice to happen and does not make your life better.

Big Brother Brazil 8: when an injustice happens, Pedro Bial, the TV hoster, comes to save the day.

Cultural references (download).

Almost there

Oh, my dreams are just in front of my eyes now. They are so real that I almost can touch them. I am reaching the last degree... Then my dreams turn out to be smoke and I fall down.

Dreams are like a big stairway that its bottom is on the Earth and its top is in the stars. That is a stairway full of obstacles and broken degrees. The higher you are, the biggest the falling. Are you one of those dreamers who intends to touch the stars in the sky? Yes, I am.

After so many fights, dreams, persevere and work hard, here I am, on the top of the stairway. You may say I am already a winner because I have already reached the clouds and I have gone further. Oh, my dreams are just in front of me now. They are so real that I almost can touch them. I just need to make a move, I am reaching the last degree... My hands are about to connect the man to his dream. Then, all of a sudden, everything disappears. My dreams turn out out be smoke, the stairs turn out to be smoke and I fall down. I am falling, falling down. Stars fading away.

To the winner, the roses, the glory, the recognization and those award that worths more than money: the feeling of you are a winner.To the loser, the lions that devours his head and the expectators go crazy. Perhaps you had better be the 3rd place. You end up winning.

You almost succeed. Is there a feeling that is worse then this? Almost... If it had not been that mistake, I would have won. We are raised to become winners, not losers. The winner is worshipped, recognized and to the loser, remains the shadow and the “almost” feeling.

I am proud of everything I have accomplished, of the barriers I have overcome, but I have not wanted to feel this bitter flavour on my mouth. What makes me frustrated is not the loss itself, but the fact that this opportunity will not appear so soon and even the way I was dreaming of. I have done my best, but it have not been good enough.

My body finally hits the ground and stars disappear to be replaced by a silver sky. The world around me enjoy to see I am a loser just like them.

I almost succeed, I could had been succeed... Well, worse than the feeling of “I could have been” is the feeling of “I have not even tried”. I reached the clouds and this is something to be proud of. And it is necessary too many courage to go upstairs in a stair that you know it can disappears anytime...

Dreaming is not for the weak ones.