keep learning! keep trying to write in english.

So... listenning friends, I'm going to write in english again.
This have been a crazy week.
Crazy for bad, but really crazy for good sometimes.

No, about that interview everybody knew, I don't get it.
Papers papers papers. Where is your papers?
I said no no no, like in the Amy Winehouse song.
But even after all, I receive an invitation for a movie.
That's good.
You don't have a new job, but your ex-future boss invited you for a movie.
God Save America!

To compensate that NO JOB FOR YOU, last night was amazing.
I arranged a meeting with Michael, five years virtual friend of my Best Friend Mario.
Michael have been living at the city for two months, so we are both pretty new new yorkers.
I met him at 42nd st and 3rd ave and we walked to NOWHERE bar in east village 14th st.
The night was not so cold, perfect for a walking.
We talked about his job and about my life here, hard times for me and really good time for him.
He is working for an advertising company. We talked about music and books and love and buddha and tatoos.
After three drinks I took my phone and called to Mario in Brazil... Mario is so funny and out control that he told me:
"DON'T FORGET HE IS MY BOYFRIEND. I KNEW HIM FIVE YEARS AGO AND WE ARE TOGETHER. YOU'RE MY FRIEND. TAKE CARE OF HIM".
I couldn't stop laughting about that. Mario is insane. But to make him more calm, I told: DON'T WORRY, BABE. YOU KNOW ME.

End of the night, a good walking around Greenpoint, Brooklyn. You know how much I like that place? I really would like to live there.
Crossing the MacCarren Park at 10 p.m., some guys playing american football and the beautiful skyline of Manhattan in front of you. A soft rain falling down the sky.
"YOU DESERVE SO MUCH TO BE HERE", I thought.

Michael lives in a nice apartment. He shares the place with 3 other guys. Why I'm telling this?
Because two of this guys are Iraqi refugees. Gays.
And when I arrived at the place one of those guys, Mohammed, wearing a skinny cotton pants, black and white striped socks and black and white striped sleveless t-shirt told me:
- Nice hair.
- Thanks.
- Where are you from?
- Brazil.
- Uh, so that's why you're hot.
RISOS. RISOS. RISOS.
I only could think one thing: THE AMERICAN INVASION OF IRAQI IT WAS REALLY GOOD FOR AT LEAST TWO GUYS.
Can you imagine a gay guy having this kind of conversation there?
Never.
Good people. Good to listen their histories. Good to know more about the world and how people try to survive. Good to see their strange faces telling me everything will be allright. That maybe I could find a lesbian girl and get marriage with her. Risos. Good stop thinking for a while.

I woke up this morning feeling really well and happy. I ate a big sanduich at a Greek deli and drunk a coffee while I walked to the subway station.
I'm pretty sure something really good is coming.
Can you feel it too?