Finally the firsts days of the semester have come... Weird as it seems, it looks like I had got a mind set up. It's working pretty good, actually. Meditating about my family, remembering who I am, no, better than that, remembering who I want to be.
 Raising some strength to overcome the mistakes I'v done in the past, trying to consider the holy triad, perseverance, discipline and humility.

 The other day I was sitting in front of the TV, the same morbid news, nevertheless different characters, most of them dead. Dead on the dirty ground of a decaying hospital in the so far Amápa... There is no history at all, there are no proofs at all, there it goes another one... what if there was no love? what if there wasn't this pain?

 Fingers pointing everywhere, pointless discussions, the theory over praxis, and the intellectual pride leaves the starving, thirsty people of Sertão in second place, once again. Take a book of one hundred years ago, take a nowadays geography book, consider this place, and you will see that they live most likely in the same way. Of course, some thinks are better... but, still the same... is this bad?

There is a Sertão within me. A place that has been thirsty and starving for so long. Many thinks have happened, and it got better, no doubt, but, still the same... is this bad? I have invented this desert beneath the skin, and, hopefully, I travel inside myself, searching for that Oasis, and as those jagunços, afraid of everything that comes from the grandes terras, always glorifying the long gone past, praying for my very own virgin Mary.
 There is a Sertão within me. I run with a carabina as my precious love to the very deep of this desert, and it is very good... and cruel... and the strong storm comes over the pale red of some stones, now and then, to wash over, to renew the life, it's a green phoenix, coming from the sands, to form a vivid new beginning, and all of that will be washed over again, now for the dry that comes passionless... but I am alive. Alive, alive, and nine out of ten dreams make me cry, I am alive.