sexta-feira, 26 de novembro de 2010

A point of feeling

A “dot” is used when we want to break a period in a text or maybe begin another one.

Ok, on November 22th, 2010 I had a point in my life, a point that I called “A point of feeling”.

The time of pointing had just begun when I was in front of Morumbi Stadium and every car and people just stopped. Then I saw many lights coming shine in the middle of the crowd, and a big black car was coming. Suddenly, a man got out of the car through the window like a boy cheering for his soccer team. But he wasn’t just a boy; his was “the boy”, Sir. Paul McCartney, at the age of 68, with half of his body out of the moving car shouting, waving and calling everybody to get into the stadium. I couldn’t believe on that: the most important musician alive was there, just a few meters from me, among the people and having fun with us. But much emotion was still about to come.

It was almost 10pm when the lights went out and our magical mystery tour would began. Many songs were played: "All My Loving" ... "Blackbird"... "Eleanor Rigby"… and when I thought that there wasn’t more songs to thrill us, he gave us the pleasure of feeling “SOMETHING” special, honoring his friend George Harrison. And he wouldn’t stop yet; many songs were still about to come: "A Day in the Life", "Lady Madonna", "Helter Skelter", “Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" and many others. It was three-hour concert, full of lights, fireworks, a very good band and “Sir. McCartney”.

But I’m not here to write about him, the lights or the songs. but about the feeling of peace and love that hovered over all this there, and that was felt in every heart and visible in every eye.

There was a moment when “I think” everybody was feeling so good, that there were not friends or enemies, men or women, white, black, Portuguese, Japanese, Catholic, Spiritualist, anti-Christ or any other kind of segmentation. There were just a lot of souls learning to live better feeling peace, love and respecting each other.

Finally, I would like to send good thoughts for everyone to live better and in peace of mind. And to thank my three good friends who shared with me at this special moment of my life.

Peace and love to all.

quinta-feira, 30 de setembro de 2010

Three hundred kilometers of thoughts

One of the most amazing experiences of my humble life was my three hundred kilometers of thought, when I decided to run away riding a bike.
I was tired of people and parties and I needed to be alone for some time. So one of these days I woke up at 5am to cycle. I left my house toward the next state, without knowing where I was going. I just wanted to cycle.
I had just started down the mountain when I passed by a heavy fog. I didn’t get to see anything, but I couldn’t stop. The road had no space on the sides and I realized how vulnerable we are.
I have stopped a few times to eat, meet some people and talk about something without any importance, but with extreme relevance for my growth. Knowing how life is for that who live in front the highway made me think about how many different kinds of life there are in the world and how it’s rich for a development of the culture around the world.
It took me two days to complete this trip. When I was almost arriving I remembered I had started to cycle only 2 months ago and I had never traveled by bicycle. Now I was cycling 300 km by myself and that made me think about how much effort our body can stand when we really want something to achieve.
In a long trip like this, you have the opportunity to think about everything, but the only thing you can’t think is about desisting.