The depression

Well, finally I've found it. Or, to be more precise, it founds me, the depression. I think I'm depressed, finally. It is time.


After the rehearsal

I have a strange impression that I was born to make art. And I usually work with this, and the things I do well are the things related with art, it can be music, drama, visual art, rhythm. But I have a strong difficulty with some issues related to the practice, to the negotiations, selling it and living with it.


She was lonely

That day she was lonely, drunk, and writing sad things on the facebook. I was working alone at my company, waiting electronic processes in the computer and while the machine keeps processing I was spending time at the social net. I didn't know that girl, but felt I little pity because of what she was saying, so I started a conversation with her. Five minutes later she asks my number and call me. She invited me to go to her house, and I accepted. We didn't know each other and I bought beer, water, condoms and took a taxi. When I get there she told me that she lives alone and there was a friend of her sleeping. The guy awake and we have a long conversation, he was a very nice person, and so do her, we have a good conversation while we've taste the beer, he was a photographer too (I also works with this subject - besides my firstly video and movie occupation).
One hour later he went away and then Paty and I went upstairs, to her big bed. She took of my clothes, we both get naked, touched each other and everything happened. Two hours later we slept.
The next day we awoke together and I went to my company. We never see each other again, she started to have a relationship, I continue with my life, and that was just a moment when our lives crossed each other and went away each with each way.
It was good, it was weird.


Christmas Eve

It was Christmas. That's the year coming to an end.

I can't think of what will be the next year, and yet I have no idea of what will be for my "reveillon", if I'll go to the country house with my family, father, brother, sister, nephew... or if I'll go south for the beaches, an island where a friend of mine lives... seems to be so good.

Still trying to forget her. Still remembering that I need to forget her. Remembering her.


Last party of the year

This year we've had a lot of parties at my producer company. The place is perfect for this, and to complete the situation we have a neighbor that is a beverage distributor, that brought us beer any time of the night, we just need to call and show him the money.

These events went crazier and crazier during the year, with lots of drunk people, drugs and stuff like this. Actually almost every party of cinema's people the drugs is present, and sometimes I've been using some coke and weed, besides the alcohol (I used to drink a lot).

At this party I was finally sober. From the beginning till the end. It's been 10 days since I've stopped with everything. But still I stay at the party till the end, at 5 or 6 o'clock. And I don't know where do I take so many strength to to this, but I do, I dance, I talk, I watch and listen everything.

10 days ago happened something, an accident. This last 2 month I've been to many crazy situations, in Cuba, where I spent 1 month in a Cinema School isolated from civilization, an insane moment of my life. In one party, extremely drunk and crazy, I've lost my wallet with almost all my money and my 3 cards (1 credit and two debit). It was the first signal.

Then, already in Brazil, I've went to a party at one sunday, drank like there is no tomorrow and when I realize I was coming back home by the mourning, very far from home, walking and drunk, totally drunk... and without my glasses... So, this day I've lost my glasses.

And finally I've went to a birthday of a friend, got drunk, very drunk, and, besides I was drunk the situation was hard too, I've felt directly with my face to the ground. Lost a tooth (a little bit later I could re-implant at the same place), almost break my nose.

Since this day I'm not drinking for a while, maybe for ever.

To forget you

Trying hard, but the wrong way, to forget you. Day by day.

I write this to forget. I remembering to forget you everyday. Everyday trying to forget you, everytime.

Remembering when we were happy together, when I was able to look into your eyes and say that I love you, that you were, you are, the love of my life.
I still can say that, but you cannot listen, you don't want to listen anymore.

Maybe you're right. I gave you this possibility, to don not listen anymore, to let you leave me once and for all. To let you let me go and to go away. I did this because we were fighting, disagreeing, arguing almost everyday, it was hard as hell to be together. And I still wanted to be with other girls, to feel the new, untouchable, and smooth skin of them. To feel the novelty that's all around, this temptation.

But deep inside I know that you are the one that I love the most.

So, months later, years later, I'm writing this to forget you. Like I did years and years ago, when you broke my heart so many times. And again and again.
This time I think maybe I'd broke yours. But I still don't know if you have a heart to be broken, or if I, in any moment of our life together, had the importance for you to break your heart. I don't think I did.

But I stand broken and sad. Very sad.
But ok, I won't gave it away to the sadness. I'll stand tall and looking forward. Recovering.

I'll write till I forget. Maybe forever.