changes.

"Strange fascination, fascinating me
Ah changes are taking the pace Im going through


Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
[...]
Ch-ch-changes
Pretty soon now youre gonna get a little older
Time may change me
But I can't trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can't trace time"





The world is changing and you need to change. How fascinating it was to be here yesterday night it's almost impossible to describe. And from the macro to my personal world what is it matters to talk about my birthday two days ago now that the world is another one? Yeah yeah yeah. We stil cannot see any big changing. However, Mr. Obama put his name in history already. The first "african-american" elected president of "the greatest nation in the world". The echoes they surround.
When I leaved my job at 9 p.m. I decided to walk around the Rockefeller Center, trying to figure it out that dumb caos I was feeling. Everybody was waiting for the results. And televisions from all around the world expressing their points of view about one of the most important facts in the recent history. Crowds of people there.
I went home to see the news on television.
My phone was ringing all time. Brazilian curious friends calling to ask about my impressions. Brazilians friends who live here talking about their impressions. At 11:30 p.m. with the enough votes counted to declared the new president of Unidet States od America I received a message from the closer american I know here. A simple one word message, high in tone: OBAMA!
It was done. AND THE WORLD CHANGED.
But like in David Bowie's song it's important to remember that WE CAN'T TRACE THE TIME. And positive and significant changes require time.
Mr. Obama is like a new icon pop here. And in the rest of world too. Caetano Veloso sings about Obama. And like in Caetano's new album THIS WILL BE A WORK IN PROGRESS. Mr. Obama is the new Mickey Mouse. He has the positive attitude. He looks confident. People believe he deserves. And at last, like an end has a start, folks gave him the permission to be.
Trust. Worthiness. Permission.
Now is wait. I hope that people in this country be able to accept this changing and more: that people know that Mr. Obama does not have super powers. That this is not "FANTASIA". The world is changing and YOU NEED TO CHANGE. Otherwise, will not have been worthwhile.

But what do I know about American politics?

The thing I know is that I'm changing.
I changed a lot since I'm here.
My birthday was amazing.
Had cake. Had friends. Had gifts. Had wishes. Had a man in my wishes. And had the man.
Mario cald me.
Giza and Izury cald me.
My parents and young sister cald me.
I received Vinicus' letter.
Friends talked with me through internet pages.
Diva send me a beautiful text message.
I went to Central Park to be by myself. It was a beautiful day. The trees are in dark yellow and red. A touch of brown in the middle. I sat over there to see the people. A young japanese grooms were taking pictures. And there was Jazz.
Do you know how lucky I am?
Sometimes I forget how lucky I am.
And I prayed. Not for one God. But for life.
I asked for THE LIFE to protect me.
To I don't hurt myself. To nobody hurt me. To I don't hurt anyone.
I asked to THE LIFE always give me the necessary impetus to the time of the flight.
And I thanked.

Now, to make you really believe I'm a lucky man,
A NEW OLD MAN ALWAYS BOY,
in the first day of my 28 years old
I HAD MY HEAD WASHED BY THE HANDS A MAN I CARE WITH.
And if in the future this could sounds like past, this new man I am is now trying to get the hang of living one day after other, WHATEVER KEEPING HIS EYES TO THE SKY.

And in the second day: my Heroine, Manuela, my sister, wrote in the letter I get in my hands: "I hope that you have good chances for your life in this land, and that you keep yourself searching your poetry. You can't stop writing. (...) ah my dear, I love you and my wish for you comes in red. Open yourself completelly to the world that someone is coming to surprise you. (...) always with you. always with me. Le petit grand Manuela".

Thank's each one in this little personal history.