Today I had the need to write

Today I had the need to write. This time is different because I'm writing directly on the computer, instead of my regular papper friends. Usually, I don't like to share my state of spirit, but today... well, today is the day.

So, by now I'm feeling nostalgic. I hate to think, it hurts sometimes (and no, I'm not trying to be stupid, I'm just... a "self-unknowing" stranger, if that means anything at all).

"Meto-me para dentro, e fecho a janela.
Trazem o candeeiro e dão as boas noites,
E a minha voz contente dá as boas noites.
Oxalá a minha vida seja sempre isto:
O dia cheio de sol, ou suave de chuva,
Ou tempestuoso como se acabasse o Mundo,

A tarde suave e os ranchos que passam
Fitados com interesse da janela,
O último olhar amigo dado ao sossego das árvores,
E depois, fechada a janela, o candeeiro aceso,
Sem ler nada, nem pensar em nada, nem dormir,
Sentir a vida correr por mim como um rio por seu leito.
E lá fora um grande silêncio como um deus que dorme."

No, this poem is not mine, I'm not as genious as Fernando Pessoa, a.k.a. Alberto Caeiro.

And now... what now? Uau, being a teenager is the worst thing I've ever been. And how abou that?! This hole sentence is so like teenager... god. Why did I said this if I'm an unbeliver? I need long, very long vacations.

Oh, and yes, I'm having problems to sleep, maybe because I just slept one hour on Sunday because of the Oscars, which were by the way so unfair in some categories, such as "Best Actress in a Leading Role" in which the winner was Sandra Bullock (Sandra Bullock?!) and the Best Director, categorie that was influenced by this vague of "changing" and as so the Women's Day (it looks good in the picture), so is not that hard to guess who the winner was: Kathryn Bigelow ("The Hurt Locker"). Oh, and she's James Cameron ex, so it felt like a slap in his face. And yes, maybe I'm being too harsh with her, she's a good director, I'm just defending Taratino because "Inglorious Basterds" is his materpiece and in my opinion he should have won.
Ah, and Monday and yesterday I just slept a total of 7 hours (insomnias), and I'm trying to compensate with afternoon naps, which is stupid because when I get to bed at night I can't sleep. But I can't be awake in the afternoon 'cause I get so sleepy. Yes, what a martyr I am...


So, the message of this post was very clear, wasn't it?
"Control yourself, take only what you need from it"

P.S.: I have the amazing skill of falling asleep anywhere... really, anywhere.