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  • almost forgot that this was the whole point

    almost forgot that this was the whole point

    almost forgot that this was the whole point…

    life is amazing, isn’t it? sometimes it can be shitty and, lately, i’ve been through a lot. but, at the end, what i try to remember is that there is always a purpose:

    like, i’ve been living in toulouse for almost 9 months now and i cannot imagine this city without this amazing sunset. the same applies to my life. even if, during the day, there is a storm, at the end, i must contemplate how much i grew during the tough rain. it’s just like toulouse, during the cold winter days, during the very hard windy days, there will always be a summer to come. in me, there will always be a smile to give, a blink of an eye to show.

    now, i’m thankful for sharing the sunset that smiles at me at the end of the coldest day with my friend from another life, another city, another age. i talk like an old man, but life has not made it easy to tangle us together. francisca (with a mix of french and spanish accent now) i hope you’ve loved it.

    i almost forgot that this was the whole point : waking up and smile to the rain; leaving the house and expect nothing of your day; arrive later at home and remember, you may be living your best life, or maybe your dream, even when you’re having a shitty day.

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  • i cannot stop the world

    i cannot stop the world

    there is a portuguese writer that never existed, was never born, and will never die. his name, Alberto Caeiro.

    once upon a time, he wrote, “sentir é estar distraído” (to feel is to be distracted). 

    i read this quote from one of his poems after a short afternoon near the Garona river in toulouse. i wanted to read my book – a brand-new one that i was too excited to buy and start reading. i chose a place in one of my favorite spots, opened up the book, stopped the music in my airpods and immersed myself in my own mindfulness world. 

    there were lots of people passing by, some of them alone, others with their significant other, and some with their dogs, the only true love they can count on.

    i disconnected and i did not fear what people passing by might think of such a lost boy in his early twenties reading a book near the water instead of being stuck at home facing a computer.

    what did i realize? nothing matters.

    i got my mind out of my own story, while the soft sun tried to burn my skin. it was hot, and the day before had rained a lot. i got some dirt all over my jeans and children were always around screaming for god knows what reason. 

    despite that, i focused in some other things. the canoes over the river, the way i could see the tram in a far bridge, the water moving on. the way my life has changed so much in less than a year and how much I miss the moments i lived precisely a year ago.

    i also dreamt big. planned the things i would like to do, and the others that, for now, may not be right yet.

    i prided myself for the things i had accomplished and i regretted the ones i did not had the courage to do. 

    cause, in truth, i cannot ask the world to stop just because i have to think. but i can always stop by the river to notice how much i can still grow.

    i was all by my own. 

    i wasn’t all by my own. 

    i was with the beauty of my own world.

    april 22nd, 2025