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.

A hot body but nothing else

And you sought love in the desire and then he said he loves you and wants you to go to the end of the line.

I want to be loved. I want the world to admire all my beauty, my curves. I want to hear the whistles when I pass by a under construction building. I want to become the new desire, a reason of a car crash.

In order to become a desire, you must shut up your mouth and work out. Work out a lot! I must use short and tight clothes to show off your body. I must know how to bend your body in a way your ass and breasts can be properly admired. You must know how to drink through a straw in the sexiest and provocative way. You must know how to drive a man crazy and on fire.

Desire attracted others desire objects, politicians, soccer players, money, dirty sex, naughty looks, low-quality TV shows, sex magazines.

However, the desire did not attract respect, attention, affection, friendship without sexual intentions, admiration and the so sought love. A hot body only aroused the desire of sex on others, leaving a sensation of abandonment, loneliness and emptiness.

Come on desire, do not be a fool waiting for an everlasting love. You demand too much while you have too little to offer besides your own body. You seek for love in the wrong places. How do you expect to be loved if you do not even love yourself?

Watermelon woman and her future...

A right, not a favor

In a land of impolite people, any gesture of politeness causes surprise on people. Respecting the laws for many is not something they must do... but big a favor...

Brazil is a corrupt nation! What a big new... When we talk about corruption, we immediately think of our politicians. People complain and get scandalized as though they were an example of honesty... When a Brazilian citizen behaves honestly, he thinks he should be thanked for it... or he thinks he should receive a graft.

An elderly woman enters into the bus and the seat provided for elderly people is occupied by teenagers. She needs to say “please, may I sit here?”. They leave the seat and she thanks.

The parking lot vacancy for handicap people is occupied. A responsible person for that place calls the owner of the car and he comes walking with their own legs to go there and take out the car. He does it and ignores the “thank you”.

The pregnant woman wants to be served in the preferential checkout and the men (that do not have uterus) allow her to “jump the row” but they show disagreement in the way they look at her.

The boss says his employees should have work harder because his company does not delays the pay day.

The cops are very proud of hunting the gangster, even though an 8-year-old boy has been shot in his head.

You do not need to feel you are morally obligated to thank, not alone to feel guilty if you do not do it. They did not do a favor for anyone. They have just done what they were supposed to do.

In a land of impolite people, any gesture of politeness causes surprise on people. In a land where taking advantage of everybody and everything means “to be smart” and to be honest means “to be fool”, we take pity on the “fools” that respect our rights and we want to retribute the “kindness” because we do not want to behave as though we were not thankful.

Unfortunately, we live in a world where people need to fight for the justice to criminalize acts of discrimination. Does anyone know how to put into practice the meaning of respect without expecting the law to force us to respect people?

The hardest revolution

The most difficult thing is not to start a revolution. The most difficult thing is to revolutionize people’s mind. It is put into their heads that they have and they are the power.

Hello, let’s start a revolution? Let set us free from the chains of opression and fight for rights in order for us to have a fairer society. Think of a problem that affects a huge number of people and then think in how we can start it. Let’s revolutionize!

What about a world without wars? Let’s show to the Lord of the War all the horror of the battlefields: multilations, destructions, people’s death, financial crisis. Let’s forget that there are no war without soldiers. Let’s revolutionize and show them they are risking their own lives to defend the interests of a little number of powerful people?

What about a safer traffic? Let’s complain about the lack of signs, about the terrible roads conditions. But let’s forget about alcohol that not only kills due to drunk drivers, as it also destroys families.

What about the youth without drugs? Let’s increase the number of cops in order to fight against the drugs traffic and open more centers of rehab. But let’s forget about the parents that do not talk to their kids and do not care about their emotional problems.

What about fight for more labor rights? Let’s demand our politicians and our labor syndicate the creation of laws in order to avoid exploration of poor people at work. But let’s forget that a company without workers does not produce and it is not profitable.

What about a country without corrupt politicians? Let’s demand the approvation of laws that do not allow politicians involved in corruption scadals to be elected again. But let’s forget that the ones who elect them is the people and that people are not honest as well.

The most difficult thing is not start the revolution itself. The hardest thing is to revolutionize people’s mind and put into their heads that they have the power of changing but, first of all, they need to change their minds. Besides, the revolution it is not made for a single person, it needs the people to gather for same goal.

Human being is proud of being a rational animal, but is so slave of their instincts, slave of their selfish desires and ends up killing, dying or living in the same spiritual misery because they have a big difficulty to put into practice things that are extremely simple.

All of us know that the condom prevents AIDS and non-desired pregancy, but it is no taken in consideration when people are slaves of their libido. All of us know that driving drunk is one of the main causes of car crashes, but a lot of people still think that they can drive when they barely know what they have done 2 minutes ago. All of us know that the polution and that the destruction of the natural resources are destroying the planet, but lots of people still waste water and throw garbage in anywhere and everywhere.

Centuries have passed but the mind of the human being developed too little. While a big number of people do not have good sense, all of us will suffer the consequences of the ignorance of the 21st century Neanderthal Man.

The journey

In a sea that Google Earth can not localize there is a small island with a whopping fortress built on it.

An island in the Lonelyness sea. An almost uninhabited place if it had not been for a single person that lived there all alone, the Queen Reason. She had only one concern: to protect her son, Prince Heart.

She had already seen all the horror of the world beyond that imaginary ocean and she decided to run away to the more isolated place she could find out. She moved to this island, she built that fortress and she put her heart in the softest cushion, covering and isolating him inside a glass box protected by lasers and with the temperature controlled. He was there, warm and secure, the biggest desire of the Queen Reason.

As time went by, Prince Heart felt alone. He was feeling so alone that he felt sad many times. Queen Reason lived a dilemma: the unhappy protection or the dangerous seek for happiness?

Prince Heart was extremely persuasive. He could make his mother to cede to the most absurd and dangerous requests of him. And he had won once again. Now, he was free of his mother protection, he left his home and through the seas, he sailed.

And then Prince Heart saw terrible things. Broken and full of scars hearts have hunted him like vampires wanting to suck human blood and died-alive bodies wanting to eat human meat. And they have hurt him in the most painful ways. The heartache was much more intense than physical ache. Then he could understand why there was too much protection around him before he left his home: he was the more precious treasure of Queen Reason.

Prince Heart was now living his mother’s same dilemma. Should I live isolated (but safe) inside the protection of the Queen Reason even though it makes me unhappy? Or should I take the risk of being totally destroyed during my journey of seeking for a heart that will protect me and make me happy at the same time?

[I want to come back home]