I barely know his behavior (by Karla M.)

“I barely know about His behavior but in His eyes lies the face of a Kid dreams´ carrier.
His body ahead of your time that life brought him, making your beard a new identity, shows everything is a mere defense, as the world in his hand was a lil´glass ball and playing with it was the only playtime He´ve got, the war game where he is the king, where he plays as the way his fingers demand. I again say that i dunno his roots, but also say that in this Man, with his kid´s way to live, there´s a heart bigger than his own chest. His shyness got a smile that makes other who see it smile with it, shows the right direction how to be So-Dummie-Funny instead each paces of Him can be heavy is light his weight though and His got a tender smile only visible to who want to see beyond this coat of Man,Superhero of his own life, and of “ We are who We wanna be” and see that Kid with dirt feet playing under rain with His dreams in a world that only belongs to Him. Behind this Man, a Kid, behind this smile, a anchor.!
Written by a person “I barely know his behavior” =D
“By Karla Medeiros”

A culpada é a Educação

“A culpada é a educação”

Com a globalização tornou-se óbvio as comparações entre as culturas mundiais e as diferentes formas de aprendizagem.
É enorme a diferença, dentro do Brasil, da educação lecionada entre as escolas públicas e particulares, no que se refere à materiais didáticos, horas de permanência na escola dos estudantes e intercâmbio com outros órgãos governamentais e países. É quase injusta a competição por uma vaga nas Universidades (Federais e Particulares) entre estes alunos. Claro, pesando vantagens para os alunos de escola particulares.
Cresce muito no Brasil o “emprego informal” ou profissionais “autônomos” que, desempenham importante impulso para a economia interna do país. Muitos desses profissionais autônomos são cidadãos com ensino superior completo a mais de cinco anos, formados em universidades particulares ou federais que, optaram por uma renda estável e superior, ou migraram para o trabalho informal por falta de oportunidade no mercado de trabalho no qual eles investiram seus estudos.
A escola e os profissionais que a mantém, como um hospital ou, um prédio de uma prefeitura, devem receber o devido respeito por ser uma instituição voltada ao aprimoramento sociocultural e intelectual dos cidadãos. Atuando como vetor secundário da família e trampolim à vida difícil e competitiva que espera o futuro cidadão.
Mas a mera existência de informações não garante uma boa educação acadêmica ou social: ela será o resultado do equilíbrio familiar com a escola.

By denilson

behind the wall of sorrow / Predestinação que nada!

"Behind the wall of sorrow (basketball and crushes)"
I was killing my heroes as there wasn´t no reason to learn but there´s too much dribble and too little ball movement an any lack of self-control is abysmal.
Almost wenty minutes passed last time i missed her and the free throws to get her heart.
i tried to maintain a certain physical presence but i didn´t reach her hands you saw me making mistakes but it wasn´t a sin, only naivety, and today you´re having fun on me but I won´t fit in your bookshelf you told me to heal myself but not everybody heals as fast as you...
you gave me more love than I bargained for. But then i felt myself raindrop dripping forever into a no-consciousness numb system and state of mind of a monk...
As the summer days begin my pale face returns to blush as my days within you. Yes, i learned how to handle without you. my rehab is going as strong as ever.
I´ve been dribbling shooting for quite a while now but I started playing basketball again... as far as you know it!
And my hunt have been succesfully backing like same old same time.
I don´t have afraid to fall anymore. For any reason i back good in drills and stuffs like that! now I throw my charm for girls from one spot to another it´s such a good feeling - to be accepted and rejected so quickly- I hadn´t felt that in so long time.
Now if there´s any pain in my mind won´t let my body felt it. Even if with bad situations I am not used to dealing with icing down conversations. It easy! Now i love to be alone not lonely and I´m not in a hurry to get into other crush.
By Denilson

“Predestinação que nada!”
Eu sou aquele que te carregou no colo enquanto sua mãe
Descansava do parto e dos preocupações da vida.
Eu sou aquele que te ensinou as coisas como são faladas,
Escritas, seus nomes, bençãos e maldições.
Eu sou aquele que supria seus medos, que não tinha respostas nem mesmo sofria ou tinha dor. Para lhe mostrar coragem e amor!
Eu sou aquele que não ouvia a si mesmo, para te entender e alcançar seus desejos.
Eu sou aquele que tratou sua feridas, desmanchou tuas brigas e te afastou do mal. Eu sou aquele que tudo sofria, que tudo entendia, tudo perdoava se você, sinceramente, se arrependia.
Eu sou aquele que carrega a carroça pelas ruas, tratando teu lixo como tesouro.
Eu sou aquele que te ergue a mão, dando ou pedindo ajuda...
Eu sou a sombra do teu passado, sou teu presente ausente e carente pedindo atenção.
Eu sou teu futuro eloquente, desejoso e temido.
Eu sou teu pai, mãe, irmão e amigo. Eu sou eu era, eu serei...
Para sempre passado, presente futuro!
Eu sou paradoxo; exato; eu sou fome; sou exaustão, eu sou satisfação, sou sorriso echôro, música e silêncio.
Quando sou fraco estou forte. E é assim que me conheces e me negas, ao mesmo tempo.
Eu sou a força de tua alegria e todo fôlego que pegas emprestado de mim.
Eu sou seu consciente e subconsciente.
Eu sou e quero tê-los e os tenho já! Mas tenho vocês, e vocês estão aqui comigo.
Eu sou uma aparição e sou uma realidade
Uma variante de desejos e culpas inegáveis.
Eu sou porque eu escolhi... você também!
By denilson

Promises denied

"Cry Me A river"

I heard your voice in backyard commanded to.
Tell me you weren´t there. I felt a cocksucker because I know, as always, I´ll turn back to call you and hear your sweet voice that claims me... 

that maybe tomorrow you could call me back other day.

I've tried to say to myself "maybe my world would be happier without you and your world won´t have a  place to me...
That´s just why we´re dizzy enough not to remember what 

we´ve been doing.
How does it feel now that you´re on your own?

And is there any one else to take care of you?

Tell me why is it have to be Like this?
And why did you leave me a message:

 "asked me for do not disapear"?

By Denilson

Promises denied

"Promises denied"
Keep me a promise that you will love as the last thing you could do in your life.
Promise me that you won´t defense yourself from what you want and desire.
Promise me that you will back to write about what you´re thinking on and about people around you.

I´ll do but only if you promise me that you´ll see a doctor and take somed meds.
Only if you promise that will not be shy and say what you really don´t want.
If you promise me that will help the poor and sick people rock their world and won´t deny a throw hand up to you... Even if it would belong to your worst enemy.

You have to promise me that you will not stop to say your anedoctes and play a clown everytime people feeldown.

i´ve held you up like my angel who always save me from the dark but now I know that you will gonna die without any sign of dust you left...
if i was so wiser beyond your hands clean of this... But only if you promise me that you´lll forgive those who hurt you in past!
By Denilson

Rise up again

"Rise up again"
How far you advance will depende of your self good will i´m also not sure what we can expect from the future we must make important decisions every step we take everytime we are in doubt or denial about something.
The inner voice in me always tries to message me
But the message does not seem to be getting through. Then the reality is being out of control, starts be inconsistent without any real purpose instead when it appears without we want to realize...
i just think in how we would be happy without having to do what they want us todo for their own sake?
i wanna be proud about being useless to someone iwanna not be another brinck in the wall I know now I ain´t not part of it.. Grounded, they talk but don´t do they command but not make anything new. they insist but don´t car about. they but but it doesn´t cost a thing.
they think it´s done but don´t have idea.
they sell all poison but they know their stuffs aren´t good.
They don´t have energy to buy a stamp in the store and send you a letter but they have all money in the world and waste it like changing clothes so fast1
i´m trying to write of rejections, prejudices and stuffs like that!
But they don´t know what they really mean to me.
All i wann say is be quiet and drive throughout it all I wanna do is make my own life count on it.
who will ignore those in sheep coats who pretend to be brothers. Programmed creations let the unemployees steal mankind dignity.
they test all the stuffs of machines to substitue family´s fathers of their reap to feed their offspring, I don´t know how to solve this dillema it´s just about to get my poems and burn them and erase them from the earth´s surface all the lame work i´ve been writing since my rise from the darkness to this dark half state of mind...
By Denilson

Warm up without being burned

"Warm up without being burned"
A tipically chaotic Sunday. hot as microwaves
The day before were hot too but tipically tropical as today has begun.
But you know what expect but how to really know about this chaos.
Knowing it is one thing solving is another. i believe teh goal is to win every game. We need to develop a oneness of thoughts and action, to find the space where together we can become more receptive to the spiritual growth that is required this time And it can be extremelly difficult.
There would be emotional statements made that i wouldn´t want to repeat, the cruelty more malicious than i could imagine.
The positive point is to eliminate the negative KARMA, make changes in our lives. We must feel the natural environment outside the walls we made, to feel more tahn our own presence.
(breath, center themselves, to shut their minds down, allow any external sounds) A door slamming, a voice in the hallway echoing, a phone ringing, etc.
Pass without identify them.
Would you achieve peace, a oneness of thought? would you be able to let go, to open your consciousness to a new level of trust?
Probably not!
But they have to learn to be centered when everything around us moves too fast..
Now a rain is faling it´s Sunday afternoon the smell of wet sand filling my nose. Also i need to go into this space for myself as much as for anyone else, to put me in touch again with the spiritual mode of a war game.
By Denilson