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Its easyget what you want, but not what you need.Sometimeswe feel like everyday is an incomplete day. Sometimes you try to wake up from adream and you realize youre awake. Sometimes you just want a hug, but you areall alone.Is it sowrong to stand up and make yourself clear? Is it a crime to speak out loud andbe someone in the middle of the crowd? What if you think you were born to bespecial but the world seems not to see it...This is aprayer for all the ones who try their hard but cant sleep. For all the oneswho keep a smile in their faces even when they feel everything is totally lost.For all the ones who ever felt like everyone needs an explanation but justdont feel like giving it, because in fact there really isnt one. Tonight I embrace it and once more I hug theshadows of this empty room. I just wanted to have a star to shine here next tome, but in this universe, there is nothing but stardust. Am I the only one who has ever hated all the cellphones and wanted them all to disappear of the world forever?Well, I do.People are used to saying that pop music has no importance and brings no knowledge and wisdom to the ones who listen to it. I would usually agree with this statement, but sometimes the facts prove the common sense to be wrong and this rule is no exception. Last week I was listening to Katy Perry singing "Part of me" and one sentence in the song caught my attention: "I just wanna throw my phone away, find out who is really there for me". This sentence made me think: what would happen if I just decided I would not use my cellphone anymore? Would I be alone in the world? Would any of my friends still care about talking to me?If we were on a saturday night and someone wanted to go out, who would come to my door, by car, by moto, by bike or even on foot to invite me to go somewhere and talk. Would anyone do that? I really want to believe people would.Maybe they wouldn't, maybe they would, I can't really say.What I can say is that I would. If I had a friend and I knew he was alone and had no possible way to be contacted, I would go to his door and I would call him, even if I had to walk all the city to get there. You wanna know why? Because I hate my cellphone and I wish it were dead, and I believe people are made to live real life.Maybe I'm getting old and complicated, maybe I'm not from this generation anymore and I can't really follow all the changes, but "THIS IS THE PART OF ME THAT THEY ARE NEVER GONNA EVER TAKE AWAY FROM ME". This is what Katy sings and what I feel.It may not help other people, and maybe not even the singer has really meant what she sang, but I get
the message and I feel it.And so I stay here, hating even more my cellphone and loving my decision of using it the least as possible. Hey cellphone, I hate you, why? Because I love my friends.=D
Heath Ledger was a fascinating actor. He started his artistic career in Australia, where he was born, and then, in 1998, he went to USA, where, movie by movie, he climbed the fame ladder. He became an icon, a star. However, being only 28 years old, he died when he was about to reach the top of the top: win the Oscar for his performance as Joker in Batmans last adventure. In fact, the recognition came in a posthumous award, but it was too late for him.Nowadays, when I see him as Joker, I believe that all the great people in this world has some kind of misfit, it can be something like a psychological problem, a social difficulty in finding friends, a tendency to evolves depression, and maybe even a suicidal conduct. All artists, the ones who are really brilliant (a few ones, in fact), always live in the extreme poles: they are never medium or average, they are always in supreme happiness or in the deepest sadness. They all are big, in the good or in the bad side, always big. What happens is that they are not done for this small and finite world. All great souls need more, and they cant find it here... Ledger was dragged by the character. Joker is a villain that I respect a lot because of some things. First, he represents a crazy villain. He shows another face of evil (a new, havent seen in this blog yet) because he doesnt have desires about nothing. He isnt worried about dominating the world, getting power, scaring people, oh no, he is almost beyond evil and good, he is insane. Joker is a villain that doesnt harm people, he just plays with them, after all, he is just a joker. However, inside all his simplicity, he carries a very complex and original system of feelings. He has nothing to loose, using his own words from the movie: I represent the chaos! We see an immoral, inconsequent, incoherent, and very, very violent person. Joker shows all his potential for destruction when he simply plays to kill people. Once more, a villain steals the scene: Batman cant be noticed when we have someone so interesting as Joker close to him. I think theres nothing more I can say about him. He shows himself by his acts. Hes brilliant and just because of it hes also terrible. To understand what I mean, just keep reading. I found many difficulties in choosing Jokers best quotes for this post, so, Ive selected four extraordinary ones. Joker to Batman: Oh, you. You just couldnt let me go, could you? This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. You are truly incorruptible, arent you? Huh? You wont kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness. And I wont kill you because youre just too much fun. I think you and I are destined to do this forever. Joker: Do you want to know why I use a knife? Guns are too quick. You cant savor all the...
little emotions. In... you see, in their last moments, people show you who they really are. So in a way, I know your friends better than you ever did. Would you like to know which of them were cowards? Batman: Let her go! Joker: [holding Rachel out of a window] Very poor choice of words... Joker [holding a knife inside Gambol's mouth] Wanna know how I got these scars? My father was... a drinker. And a fiend. And one night he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesnt like that. Not-one-bit. So me watching he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it! Turns to me, and he says, why so serious, son? Comes at me with the knife... Why so serious? He sticks the blade in my mouth... Lets put a smile on that face! And...Why so serious? Do I have anything else to say? Hugs, friends!
Well, Well, The ones who are not dead always come back... Im back, after... uhm... Its been a so long time since I last posted that I dont know when it was (And Im to tired and lazy to see the date in my last post). Well, the fact is that Ive been gone for a while because Im having so much work to do, and I cant even stop to write a few lines (Oh, yeah, I know, it sucks!). When you really want to do something, but you realize you just cant, it feels like you are impotent. Well, lets get to work! When I was forced to make my short stop (well, not so short) I was in the last post about Villains. Now, I will finish the series. The following text is prologue. First of all, I wanna thank you all for reading my texts, and I wanna say that what really makes difference is not to have many readers, but have good readers. Villains are evil, wicked, and have no sense of right and wrong. When I started writing about villains I said that I liked them because they are almost always much more interesting than heroes. And I keep my word: they are much more complex. Even the ones who look simple at the first sight have much more behind the appearances. Think of Joker. He is so pathetic and irrational, but is exactly for being stupid and having no deep intentions that he is able to be so genius. When you dont really have a plan, you are able to do anything you want! Hannibal, on the other side, is a classy villain who proves that intelligence makes all the difference sometimes: he is able to fool people like children. Magneto, by his time, is an almost good villain, once he is a victim from the circumstances, but he doesnt measure his efforts to get what he wants. Well, in short, I think everything starts by the concept of power. Almost all villains (the good ones) are always looking for power and domination. You can be strong, but thats not enough, you have to be the strongest. Maybe you already have more than you need, but what if you still could have much more? Maybe everything... Thats the path that leads people to become villains. If they are cruel and sadistic, or quiet and calm, its just a question of style. In the end, all they want is to be more than anyone. Overcome this small and fragile human shell. Who is the best villain in my opinion? Its a very difficult question... Even now, I can think of some more villains which I could have chosen and written before, but theres no more time for them. I admire all the ones I wrote about because of their specific characteristics, so I can say its not a question to choose the best one, but to tell you what the best one should be. A great villain? Well, he (or she) needs to mix intelligence (Hannibal),
style (Sylar), power and wickedness (Voldemort), madness (Joker) and an ideal (Magneto). Who is this perfect villain? I guess he (or she) has not been created yet, and thats why Im going to write my own story and try to bring the best villain ever to life. The ones who survive will see it. Well my friends, this is it for now. This series ends here. I hope you enjoyed it. Leave your comments and let me know if you agree or not with me. And if you have any idea or suggestion of themes for the blog, feel free to tell me. Hugs for you all!
Im back and ready to talk about the first character who comes from the cartoons. He is powerful, intelligent and has a great hunger for power. Erik Magnus Lehnsherr has a sad life history. He started suffering very early in his life, once he was a Jew. He was hunted by the Nazis, and taken to the famous concentration camp named Auschwitz. There, while he was just a teenager, he met the woman who became the love of his life. After a risky escape, they start a normal life together and have a baby. However, things go wrong when Eriks powers start coming up. In the beginning everything is fine, but then, after some time, his powers evolve and he cant contain them anymore, what makes people scared and mad about him. All this culminates with his child, a little girl, dying on a fire at their house caused by the villagers who wanted to kill him. After that, Erik gets so angry that he cant hold his powers and, in a big explosion, he incinerates all the people around the house. His wife, scared by this big demonstration of destruction, runs away from him. Erik tries to find her, but he cant because he is, at the same time, trying to escape from the special forces sent by the government to capture him. All this, plus the fact that he has no life anymore, makes him change everything in his existence, even his name. He is now Magneto, and his main ideal is to make the world accept the ones who are, for some reason, different. Magneto meets, at a certain time, Xavier, a young and powerful mutant, just as he is. They have dreams of changing the world together, but they disagree in how to do this. Magneto believes that human race has no cure, and that mutants must govern people and punish the ones who dont accept it. Nevertheless, Xavier cant go on this plan, because he wants peace and communion between humans and mutants. So, They split up and the friendship is not the same anymore. What happens is that Magneto finds many followers for his cause and so does Xavier. Magneto runs a group named Brotherhood, and Xavier opens the Institute for all the mutants who want to join him. They both keep fighting, but, in the end, they are just bothers trying to reach the same place, just by walking through different paths. I decided to put Magneto here, because I think he isnt a really villain. He is the first one I think is not really evil. He has grown among so many problems, so who can jugde him? Im not saying that the environment determinates the final product, because I dont really think like this, but he isnt bad. He just wants a better place to live. I dont know, but I think he can be forgiven from all his sins, once he has done them for a greater good. Perhaps, The end justify the means (Maquiavel). (Such a complicated concept!) Is it true?
Well, Its a philosophical question that cant be answered here, but we can at least let a piece of light in the subject: People see the world by their personal point of view. What if they could feel beyond their strict senses and see the reality exactly how it is? What is really right or wrong? Men have created laws, so, the question is: are men well equipped for this responsibility? Lets reflect on this. Keep going Magnus! Im just right behind you!
Once someone told me I had no friends.At the time, I laughed.Then I stopped.Later, I cried.I don't really know if things are supposed to be always like this, but unfortunately we all tend to find out that our feelings and emotions are never understood and comprehended in the way we expect them to be.It's like the girl who loves the boy and doesn't get back from him what she wants to. Not because she is not good enough or because he is too bad, but simply because they don't see things the same way. Maybe they are not meant to be together, at least not for now.It's like the boy who thinks he doesn't want to get involved with anyone, but then, when he has pushed everyone alway, he realizes how lonely and sorry he feels, but then it's just too late. It's not that he is a fool, he just wants to find himself somewhere else, but maybe he is doing it the wrong way. But who could tell him that? Cause he has no friends at all, does he?Going back to my friend, I realized I can't expect anything other than hope.Sometimes life goes in a different direction from what we expect. Have you ever found yourself in a situation where you try to do the best, but any choice you make can't really help? You still are gonna hurt people you don't want to.Sometimes I wake up and I want to talk to someone, I feel like I'm completely alone, lost and left behind. The problem is, I am the one who left myself behind. It's one of those moments when you want to call someone but at the same time you don't wanna disturb your friends (do you have any?) and you don't dare to dial a number.And then you hate yourself, and then you hate your cellphone because it can't help and that's what it's supposed to do. And then you feel at the bottom of the bottom of the bottom. But you are by yourself. As always, you keep going, on and on. Always alone, feeling the pain inside and smiling outside.Sometimes I just want someone I can count on and just talk about the nonsense of my cellphone being my worst enemy, and then I come here, and I write.I guess that when we don't know who we want to be, we become no one. And that's still better than being someone we aren't, isn't it?Niestzche used to say we have to become ourselves. At first I would think he was saying something easy to do and that I had already got there, but now I see. It's not easy and not even possible, maybe, because in order to find yourself you always seem to get more and more lost.Well, talking again about that friend of mine, I guess he was wrong. I have a few friends, starting with him. When someone talks to me, I listen, and when I talk to someone, I mean what I say.If I am to have nothing else in
my life, I will still have at least the truth.And here am I, maybe no one can listen to me and my cellphone can't once more save me from this need to talk to someone, but I don't mind, cause I believe there must be someone out there.And right now I just wanna write about "caipirinhas" and cellphones.
Everyday before go to sleep she felt restless.She was always too tired of being tired all the time. She always had tears inher eyes for having nothing to cry for... Is there such place as home? Who canguide me there? She always wanted to feel more, say more and understand more,but everyone seemed not to feel or understand her... Her message was clear,just love, but this was too much for people to get. Why coudnt all this be easier? She just wanted to lovesomeone without losing herself in vague feelings. Maybe she was broken, maybeshe was wrong, but that was all she had and all she knew from life. When itstarts raining, the tears just fall down to earth, and I feel like crying andfalling in to pieces. She had just one wish, but it was too far from reality,and she was not real, and just because she wasnt real, she could exist andkeep going on. She was the only part of us which really exists, that part wedeny and push aside, but we know it is there. She was hope. And then, she stood in front of Harry, held her wand up and protected him... I felt a true and urgent need to cry, but I didnt, because it was only the beginning. (scene from HP7-P2 and my reaction to it). ...........Do not pity the dead Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love......Dumbledore's quote...... Everything looked just normal. A crowded place, busy people walking around, minding their business. An alley in London. Nothing really different from another street in any big city in the world. In the end of it, there was a wall. Just a common wall. No one would never stop to pay attention to it. And this is how the story goes until the end, right? No, its not right. Theres much more than this. Theres magic behind this wall. They were just red old bricks, however, if you knew exactly where to touch them with your wand (assuming you have one), they would magically change and open to you. Through this path, you would be able to go into a world you never thought that could exist. ........Happiness can be found in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light......Dumbledore's quote..... It was a rainy morning, I was feeling a little sleepy, since it was early (around 7 a.m., if Im not wrong). I cant remember all the details, like for example why we were going to watch a movie, what date we were in, but I think we were close to Christmas and thats why one of the teachers took a movie to the school. Everybody sat on the ground and found a place where they could see the TV. I was ready and expecting for another silly movie (at school teachers don't use to play really good movies), but then, when the movie started, I couldnt stop watching it until the end. If someone had asked me, I wouldn't know what to say about it.
And when it was over, I just wanted to start watching it again. This was the first time I watched Harry Potter and the Sorcerers stone, and I couldnt wait to read the book. ..........Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?.....Dumbledore's quote.....That small boy grew up. He learnt that in life, sometimes, the most important thing we have are our friends, who are a real and valuable family. He found out that differences can be used to jugde people and that this is wrong. He saw how unfair justice can be and how the world is not a bed of roses for everyone. He grew up stronger. It was in the middle of a storm of new experiences and problems that he faced death for the first time. He watched his loved ones die and he grew up feeling the lack of his parents love. He lost almost everything... But he kept the faith in friendship and he never ceased to believe. He believed in his friends, in his feelings, in the magic. He learnt how to keep going. His name is Harry Potter. ..........Dark times lie ahead of us and there will be a time when we must choose between what is easy and what is right......Dumbledore's quote..... Some people say its a fool story. They use to say its too far from reality, but thats because they cant see how reality really is. We are surrounded by all kinds of magic. I dont believe that there is a single person who have never experienced how powerful friendship can be. Who has never felt the size of the happiness of having a friend on your side, of not being alone. And is it possible to find anyone who has never made mistakes and then tried to repair the damages? I dont think so. This is Harry Potter; a representation of the growth process. For the ones who dont believe in magic, maybe this is the time to stop a little and think in everything we are. Is it possible to live in a world with no mysteries? Is it possible to live without feelings? The fact is: its not a question of seeing how impossible things are, but of thinking what if they could be possible? I am from the generation who grew up reading and watching HP series, and I can say that it was really part of my life. During all those years, Ive always felt the magic that echoes from that story. And now, this month, when I watched the movie and realized that it was the end, it was impossible avoid thinking about my own childhood. There are so many memories attached to this whole series. Despite all the other things I could say about the book series, movies, games and any other stuff included, what Im feeling now is joy. I feel happy for being in the group of people who saw everything from the beginning, who waited long years until the
books come on sale, and gathered together to discuss and try to guess what was coming next. Im happy for being one of the children who has always waited to receive a letter from Hogwarts and see an owl arriving at the front door. I'm happy because I believe, and I will always do. ........... Thanks J.K. Rowling for all those years of magic. The real and most beautiful spell still remains in mine and in all your fans hearts. .......RPS.......
This afternoon I lost my keys and it made me realize that there are many more things i've been losing recently, but besides the fact of that being a little sad, sometimes, it has been really good in the end, cause we are supposed to loose a lot of things in order to find many others. But let's start from the beginning. First things first. This afternoon I went running, and as always I felt like I was in heaven. It's difficult for me to explain what I feel when I'm running or practicing any other physical activity, but it's like if I finally find a reason to be alive. It's good, that's all I can say. Well, I left my house and went all by myself: shoes, cellphone working as a music player and my keys. After about an hour of running, my legs started failing and I knew I had finished the session. After it, I headed downtown to get some cash at the ATM and I thought to myself that I needed food. Then I went to a supermarket and finally was ready to go home after buying a lot of food and orange juice. On the way home, however, when I was probably in the exactly middle of the way, I realized I didn't have my keys anymore... Then I thought what I always think when this kind of thing happens:"Should I go crazy or take a deep breath and let it go?" As always, I chose the second option.I went back downtown, sat on a bench in the main square and stayed there for a long time. Thinking about nothing in particular. I imagined how life would be if all I had were those things I had at the time: my running shoes, my cellphone with almost no battery and my bank card. As weird as it may sound, I felt really fine. I knew there were many problems I would have to face and that breaking and then fixing all the locks would be a pain in the a**, but I didn't really care. And the thing here is, it's not like I had never been to that place or never sat on that bench, no, I go there almost every day. The difference is that this time I was free. I had no books, no bags, no documents and no worries with me. I was there and there was no other thing to do at the time but to be there.Then I thought about my life and things I carry everyday like if they were sacred. We all carry to much weight. We do things, say things, act in ways and end becoming things we never meant to do, be, become or say. Why is that?I think we are too linked to things we think that are important, but sometimes this "importance" only exists because we lie to ourselves saying that it does. I know it's hard to get alway from things we are used to do, think or say, but sometimes it is necessary.It's