My best friend. Meu melhor amigo.

I always had friends. When you are a child, the boys do not differ much from each other and even girls can play ball, play with the cats or even hide and seek. When you are a child, you walk with other children and if most of your friends are girls or boys it does not mean much. Like I said, I've always had friends, now only boys. I had some girl friends too, but it was not with them that I spent my free time. All of them, in time, left. And all of them at some point in my life were what most people call "best friend", "brother", "buddy" or something like that. When you are a kid, it's easy to have a best friend, but as a teenager I moved away from the friends that remained, I was increasingly different from them. I felt it, I heard it, I saw it and I did not understand it. A best friend always missed me.

Eu sempre tive amigos. Quando se é criança, os meninos não diferem muito entre si e até mesmo meninas podem jogar bola, brincar de gato mia ou esconde-esconde. Quando se é criança, você anda com outras crianças e se a maior parte dos seus amigos for de meninas ou de meninos não quer dizer muita coisa. Como disse, eu sempre tive amigos, meninos. Tive algumas amigas também, mas não era com elas que eu passava meu tempo livre. Todos eles, com o tempo, foram embora. E todos eles em algum momento da minha vida foram o que muita gente chama de "melhor amigo", "brother", "mano" ou algo desse tipo. Quando se é criança é facil ter um melhor amigo, mas na adolescência eu me afastei dos amigos que restaram, eu era cada vez mais diferente deles. Eu sentia isso, eu ouvia isso, eu via isso e eu não entendia isso. Um melhor amigo sempre me fez falta.

Party at the house of a friend of a friend of mine back to 2011

Dear Diary,

Yesterday I was invited to a party at the house of a friend of a friend of mine. Note: never go again at a party of a friend of a friend of mine that I did not know beforehand. The funniest thing, however, is that I came back with my jaw ached with laughter and I can not honestly remember having enjoyed that party. First of all is that my friend did not appear . He disappeared, did not answer the phone and did not answer the messages all night, he was not on the subway at the time we agreed and not an hour later. The subway was next to his house (!!!). So I look at facebook and more or less at very random times he tagged me in a photo of Mario's Yosh and puts a random music letter and disappears again. I'm not a stalker, but facebook does me a favor by showing someone else's recent activity. Second place was the fact that I had spent a LOT of money without having to spend it yesterday. Continuing, my friend, Izm was all handsome, took his best bag there. We hissed and then we were drinking there and there, seeing all the fat and coarse people wondering whether Lady Gaga is the antichrist or saying they were practically straight edge, we had no choice but to drink more. Also, it was not a home party (!!!!), but a ballad. When I see that alcohol is going to destroy my dignity, I go somewhere and vomit quickly. My friend is not a bulimic, so she looked really bad. She began to fall to the ground, to roll, kissing everyone of the place among other things that I do not even want to think about and I had to save her sometimes. I think this part was funny because they took lots of pictures. Now what saved the night was the consideration of a very nice friend, Will, and it was a long time since he left with him. Although it made me sad with my other friend's hole and having to watch out for the Izm, at least Will was there being fun and saying things that helped the night not to be totally all wrong.

Sabedoria

Trecho de texto escrito por Danuza Leão na Folha de S. Paulo.

"   Foram muitos os bons momentos, tão felizes e tão inesquecíveis, que prefere até esquecer. Quanto aos maus momentos, foram também tantos, que faz tudo para não lembrar, e às vezes até consegue.

    Se houvesse uma maneira de apagar tudo, passar uma borracha, não lembrar nem do bom nem do ruim, zerar -é, zerar tudo, como seria bom.

    Agora, pelo menos, já sabe; às vezes acorda feliz, sem nem saber por que, sai de casa, na primeira esquina tropeça e fica no pior humor da vida. Já no dia seguinte acorda péssima, um amigo telefona e fala de maneira carinhosa, e a vida se torna, de repente, deliciosa de ser vivida. É essa certeza de que tudo pode mudar em minutos, segundos, que nos ajuda a segurar, quando tudo fica díficil.

    Quando as coisas estiverem indo mal, pense em quantas outras vezes elas estiveram tão mal quanto, às vezes até pior -e depois passou.

    Não se queixe, não reclame, não chore, não se descabele, apenas espere; apenas espere, com aquela quase resignação que parece até indiferença, que vê tantas vezes nos olhos dos mais velhos, que sabem que vai passar -porque sempre passa.

   A essa resignação se pode chamar sabedoria ou experiência -o que, no final, é mais ou menos a mesma coisa."



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