You can't hurt me now; can you?

Realmente é engraçado como podemos nos acostumar com a dor...

A gente pode se acostumar com tudo! De bom e de ruim.

Essa característica que permitiu a nossos ancestrais "macaquinhos" sobreviver; nos deixou com essa carga excessivamente pesada do comodismo. E com ele, excesso de sofrimento.

Não sei se meu mapa astral; meu carneiro ariano; meu sangue baiano, nordestino; enfim; não sou assim, tão fácil de me acostumar com o que me maltrata..

Como não sou extraterrestre, muitas vezes escolho mal; sofro mais com a nova decisão; pasto mal antes de chegar num campo melhor. Me atrapalho, erro, mas também acerto; thanks God!

Tudo que me maltratou, intencionalmente ou não, me colocou pra correr.

"If you never wanted to hurt me, why am I running away?"

Queria poder jogar essa frase; pra todas essas "situações" que me fizeram sofrer... Por isso reflito hoje!

Outro fato "curioso" é o de tantas boas intenções nos maltratarem... Quantas vezes nós mesmos não fazemos isso com os outros? 

Eu já fui vítima e agente causador.. Viver é isso. Viver é tentar! Não me arrependo de nada! Rien de Rien!

Sem minhas escolhas, não seria esse Danilo. Seria um outro; certamente muito mais amado por tantos e, definitivamente, muito mais detestável pra mim mesmo.

Essa reflexão acontece hoje, 02/02; exatamente 5 anos após deixar minha "casa"; Salvador. Sair da minha zona de conforto; deixá-la pela segunda vez; em busca de uma vida nova. Em muitos aspectos melhor até do que eu imaginava, com seus momentos amargos também. Afinal, a vida não é mesmo esta bittersweet symphony? Peguei meu carrinho, enchi de coisas da "lapinha" e fui, fugir do passado, atras do futuro! Obrigado Recife, Obrigado Alexis por me acolher, Obrigado Petrolina, Obrigado Pernambuco!

Obrigado Poly, Renata, Lílian, Rafa, Dani Castro, Fabíola, Leo, Isabel, Samira Yarak, Tia Edileuza! Vocês fizeram de Pernambuco um lar!

Obrigado Dani Assad, Samira (Bee),  PopR, Chay, Jey, Raquel, Creu, Fá, Mamãe, Otto e Aninha, Cely, Bella, Adri, Claudinha, Gatíssima... Estes últimos me acolhem desde sempre, na sua companhia "cityless"!

“Maybe someday
When I look back I'll be able to say
You didn't mean to be cruel
Somebody hurt you too”

If this world is just an apple then let me take a bite

Thirteen years ago this boy did his first trip by himself. Yeah, his first trip alone ever! Destiny? Canada! Why? To study English.. One of the most intriguing things is that he chose to study english in Motréal. Everybody knows the first language in Montréal is french and of course he knew it too.
The reasons for him to choose Montreal were many... Cheaper, friends references, security, a city that is not too big and dangerous for his first trip.
Excluding Serrinha (a small town close to Salvador where his family lives until now) he never went to any place alone.
First plane alone! Nobody to do tell him what to do... Which gate? What's the flight number? The boarding time? Do I need to fill up all these forms before I get to Canada?
The first part to São Paulo was ok. Where is the second check in? Air Canada? Which terminal? Another check in? Again?
When he reached Canada... What is the reason for your visit? Are you by youself? Show me where you are going to study...
Once more; he was brave. Not only his first visit without his parents on a foreing country, on a foreign language, but also he was wanting to enjoy all of his time (this part never changed until today, thanks God).
As he arrived in Toronto on Thrusday and his classes would just begin on monday, he decided to stay in Toronto to get to know the city and just travel to Montréal on Sunday...
More questions... Where I can change my money? Take the cab? How can I go from here to the CN Tower? Where I can get a bus to Niagara Falls? Do I need to buy the ticket before?
His most important feature is that he wasn't afraid to ask and was starving to learn.
All the time at Canada was fine, He loved it. He really improved his english. As soon as he got in Brazil he took the TOEFL with a good mark. He started to love even more his english classes. He knew people from all over the world. He sure had problems too... Somebody stole his money, he was flirted by the first and the second time, and he was afraid of this flirt turning into a robbery (poor innocent boy).
The Only thing he'd never know is that from that time on he would never be the same again. His questions turned into more questions; he was craving to know more, to get more, to do more, to be more;  it was his first step for his inner travel he's still doing by now.
This boy was me, thirteen years younger, some pounds lighter. Our dreams are not the same, nor our priorities. Our fears had changed, as well as our feelings and worries, but one thing remained the same: our hunger to bite the world. "Tell me that's human nature"!

Thank to my family that made it possible! Thank to Canada to had received me with open arms! Thank God to the opportunity!

Se eu fosse uma música...

What You Know
Two Door Cinema Club

"In a few weeks
I will get time
To realise it's right before my eyes
And I can take it if it's what I want to do

I am leaving
This is starting to feel like
It's right before my eyes
And I can taste it
It's my sweet beginning

And I can tell just what you want
You don't want to be alone
You don't want to be alone
And I can't say it's what you know
But you've known it the whole time
Yeah, you've known it the whole time

Maybe next year
I'll have no time
To think about the questions to address
Am I the one to try to stop the fire?

I wouldn't test you
I'm not the best you could have attained
Why try anything?
I will get there
Just remember I know

And I can tell just what you want
You don't want to be alone
You don't want to be alone
And I can't say it's what you know
But you've known it the whole time
Yeah, you've known it the whole time"