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Hoje tirei meia-hora.
Meia-hora pra não fazer nada.
Meia-hora longe do trabalho.
Meia-hora longe das tarefas de casa.
Meia-hora sem dar opinião.
Meia-hora sem discutir a crise mundial, o bolivarianismo, a putaria dos museus ou a retirada da ciclovia.
Foi meia-hora pra olhar pela janela.
Meia-hora para observar a pomba ciscando na área comum do prédio.
Meia-hora pra olhar o céu azul acinzentado.
Meia-hora para ver mais ou menos 10 aviões singrando os céus (eu queria estar em um deles).
Meia-hora para assistir as copas das árvores balançando com o vaivém do vento.
Meia-hora para perceber que o barulho constante e indefinível dos carros passando na Marginal Tietê ao longe pode acalmar tanto quanto o barulho do mar.
Eu poderia dizer que era meia-hora pra mim. Meia-hora para eu relaxar, para eu respirar e me acalmar.
Contudo, a verdade é que esta meia-hora foi um tempo para o mundo. Meia-hora para que eu percebesse que eu existo. Meia-hora para que ele, o mundo lá fora, percebesse o meu grito de socorr…

To Err is Human... To Forgive Ignorance is Divine

Some time ago, I read a Facebook post from an LGBT group about several subjects. Among them, there was a topic that caught up my attention. It was a text saying that Jesus's teachings don't say anything about homo affective relationships, then Christians should do the same and stop talking about it.

Since I was not inside the head of the pastor that wrote that, I can't say exactly what h was thinking at that moment. But my guess is that he was trying to show, through his words, that the question about homosexuality is a minor subject in Christianity. I mean, it shouldn't be of great concern, once it was not in Jesus's agenda when he walked among us. At least this is what we can figure when we read the Gospels.

My point is not how important it is, or it is not, to talk about homosexuality. I have a very different opinion myself, and I know that most Christians would disagree with it.

The subject that I want to get into, and not that deep, is the plurality of confes…

A Worldwide Nation of Supposed English Speakers

Hey you, you that speak English as your mother tongue. You from the USA, from Canada, UK or Australia, or any other country whose English is the first official language. Have you ever thought how English spoken media is so worldwide spread and famous even when people don't understand what it's been saying?
I mean, we use to dub movies in our language (in my case, dubbed in Brazilian Portuguese), but have you ever thought about how could a non-English speaking audience understand songs written and sung in English?
We simply don’t.
And it creates a funny, sometimes weird situation where people invent sounds with their mouth to fill in the song lyrics that don’t exist in either English or Portuguese.
It becomes funny because it sounds too weird. However, it can tell us how people from non-English speaking countries make a very extra effort to fit into the Western, English-spoken World.
I don’t want to write about exploitation and “cultural domination.” But you would be amazed (maybe s…

Small Stuff, Big Problem

I think there is few moments in life which we get more afflicted than when your clothes’ zipper get stuck, like, how could I say, when its little handle gets bending to one side and you have to take extra care to put it back without breaking it.

I mean, it’s very difficult since, if you put too much pressure on it, it’ll break, but if you don’t force it enough, it’ll never get back in place.

Life is like this, am I right?

Most situations in life is like a stuck zipper little handle. If you put too much pressure, you break it, but if you don’t push it enough, it’ll never work.

When I say this, what comes to my mind are those moments when I have to give directions to my son, or teach him about something wrong that he did.

He is 5 years old.

If I am too soft, he never does what I am saying. If, otherwise, I am too harsh, he’ll never go into it as well, and I will make him very sad, and it goes throughout the day like a snowball.

This is it. Only a few words.

I just couldn’t let it go an…