welcome to my second text in english.

This is totally ridiculous. I arrived at my job now and started to read the last text - my first english one - and ... and ... and ... I'M LOOKING LIKE A BOY IN HIS FIFTEEN YEARS OLD BIRTHDAY TRYING TO CONVINCE HIMSELF THAT HE IS NOT GAY.
And I'm talking abou style. Writing style. I don't have enough words to write a good english text. Imagine if I dare write a poem?!?!?

But things are getting better. Yeasterday I learned two new english words: peel - which is ridiculous I didn't know, and shade. Do you want to sit at the shade? This kind of teacher I have who taught me this two words... this guy is a good teacher. Even he taught me how do kiss in american english. I liked.
And I tried do teach him how to say a lot of diferents words in portuguese and he learned how to say ABOBRINHA. That was it ABOBRINHA?

But putting the ABOBRINHAS in their place, today my good friend JO sent me a message telling me that she and KADU are moving on to Sao Paulo and this make me feel so happy about them. They are Sao Paulo's face. And I wish good vibrations to them.
And it was the JO message who inspired me to write today. It's because in her lines she sent me this video from MIRANDA JULY who I introcuded her a long time ago. It's a beautiful 3 minutos video in Miranda's style, that is so closed to me. Here is the link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=asyWVtoCjNM
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arE yoU thE favoritE persoN oF anybodY?

This is a really hard question. Can you answer? Even it's easier to answer when the question is: do you have any favorite person? Yeah... it's easy! It's easy man! NOT TO MUCH, sometimes. Sometimes you just want to pretend your stonger than the other or try to preserve your self-estim - what I thing it's so stupid!

I can see myself in the perfect way answering this question.

I'll be a black beatiful lady with a big flower in my hair

completely drunk and sitting over a piano.

Then someone ask in loud tone:

DO YOU HAVE ANY FAVORITE PERSON?

And I start to sing:

I'VE GOT MY LOVE TO KEEP ME WARM.

And now another one punch my face and yelle:

WAKE UP, DUDE! THIS IS THE BILLIE HOLLIDAY'S LIFE!

Oh yeah... this is just another song. RISOS.

Ok. Ok. I'm being boring. I know. I know. But what it matters is that at this time I am rediscovering the pleasure in writing. I had forgotten this pleasure for 7 years, I thought. And sometimes you cannot say a name of a favorite person, but you can say a name of someone who did you rediscover the pleasure in writing.