Places in NYC that make me want to go back there (part 1)

I went to NYC in 2015 with my family and it was one of the most breathtaking experiences of my whole life. Unfortunately I didn’t take much pictures and most of them were taken with a really bad cellphone camera (I was just too busy trying to capture that movie-like place with my own eyes, okay? Totally worth it) so I won’t put any this time.


MET (Metropolitan Museum of Art)

What can I say about this museum? As a History lover, every step in this place made me wanna cry. It was like travelling through the years and exploring different societies, all this in less than a day. It was also where I ate the coldest, skinniest and most expensive hot dog in my whole life (I mean, really, don’t) but never mind. I would definitely go back there.

My favorite part: the Egyptian and Greek section and also the antique rooms you can “enter” to feel like you’re really inside it.


Halal Guys Food

Food in New York can be expensive, really expensive. However, when we were walking out of the MoMA with really sad and empty stomachs, we saw a really long line of people wearing pencil skirts, suits, heels and ties to get something called gyro in foil plates that was being sold for a good price, so we thought: that’s it. We were suspicious at first, but it tasted really good and didn’t give us any stomach problem. They’re placed in several locations, so looking through Google helps you to find the one nearest to you.

My favorite part: I absolutely loved that spicy sauce that came with the food, also they were patient and gentle enough to explain what those food were (the line was really small at the time, but come on, still was a really good experience that didn’t happen in most of the places we got to get some food).


Times Square

You can search as many pictures on the internet, watch all those NYC movies, you’ll never ever get the idea of what Times Square really looks like, specially at night. I remember going out of Forever 21 (what a huge place) and not realizing it was already night until I looked at the clock and finally rose my head up to see a pitch black sky. Times Square was a dreamy mixture of colorful lights, cars and people defying the darkness of the sky above us.

My favorite part: the surprise I had when I realized it was already night when I thought it was something like 16h00.

Places in NYC that make me want to go back there (part 1)

Sing for me once again

You said you would never let go of my hand no matter how rough the road would get and I asked you to never give up on me even if I begged it to you afterwards.

Now here I am, finally letting myself rest in you arms. Why did I take so long when I have always known exactly where you would be waiting for me?

I am sorry for giving up so many times and not even daring to properly come back. I am sorry for all the times I said I was coming back but appeared with only half of my heart and part of my soul.

Just like a song says, you don’t need me but somehow you want me. How can it be? Even at times when I don’t want myself, you still want me.

My proud is just too big, my fear is bigger than my faith. Even the softest of the blows is capable of dragging me down and the lowest whisper sounds me like a deafening thunder. I am too small, carry too many flaws, too weak. However you let me see some of my heroes from a really close perspective just to realize they are just like me. I came to realize all their strength comes from you, their reason to live, sing, breathe is also you.

Here I am, trying to give you my all, knowing I will still fall far more times than I want to, but still trying because I can’t lose this opportunity to live one more day of my life dedicated to you.

The king of heaven wants me and He wants you too.

Sing for me once again



Se soubesse da tormenta, da chuva de balas que estava por passar
VocĂȘ iria atĂ© o fim?
Atravessaria mil noites, e viria até aqui?

Se soubesses
Ah, se eu soubesse
Eu acreditava saber

Me ajude a acreditar, nos momentos em que nem minhas palavras parecem reais
Me ajude a caminhar, mesmo quando a força das pernas se esvai
Eu quero
NĂŁo quero
Eu creio
NĂŁo creio

Quase tĂŁo ruim quanto a loucura da faca
Quase pode
NĂŁo pode ser pior do que isso, pode?

Ai, e o ar em meus pulmÔes
Para onde foram os sopros, os suspiros, as inspiraçÔes?
Me escapam todos pelos dedos, gritando palavras sem nexo ou juĂ­zo

E agora, vou por onde, para onde?

Minhas palavras, agora todas tortas
Deliraram e nĂŁo tĂȘm mais dicionĂĄrio para onde ir



Today I decided to run.

After weeks gradually stressing out over insignificant small things I decided to run from my afternoon classes, friends, phone messages and routine.

To put it simple: It’s Friday and I just wasn’t feeling it. It’s not my obligation to be like this all the time, right? So I took enough courage to make a rather perfectionist person like me to skip a whole afternoon of classes in order to take care of something that isn’t always visible or easily noticeable. My thoughts about the future and mental health.

I came back home, watched a short series on the internet, got into the car, heard a choir singing on my way, went to a place I’ve known for years but this time let myself take a good notice of how beautiful it was there, met some random cool people who I can’t really say I’ll ever see again, felt the Sun caressing my cheeks, came back home, drank some coffee with cinnamon and here I am after running from my day. I’m happy now.

I’m really happy now.

My problems didn’t disappear, they’re all still there facing me. However after this afternoon I’m capable of saying I can see beauty even in my upside down world.

Today was a good day.

A letter to: The Artist

To the artist that resides in your heart and soul: first of all, yes, you’re good enough.

Surprised? I admit, I was astonished when I first heard a direct encouragement like this about my art work. It came from another artist, a graduated from another country. It was a brief conversation in which he showed me some tips about his learning process and wished me good luck.

An artist encouraging another artist.

I won’t lie to you: people will seldom understand you and your artistic side, the world won’t always encourage you and, well, it’ll probably underestimate you. So before you decide to run away and hide, let me tell you something:

I believe in you.

I’m saying this because I believe art is one of the only pure things that reside in this world. Whether it’ll be used for bad or good reasons or in a bad or good way, is up to the person who puts its hand on it, it’s up to the artist, it’s up to you. If you decide to use it with good intentions, in a good way, then I may say:

I believe in your art too.

I don’t know if you’re going to use your art during work, parallel projects, hobbies or whatever. Make art. You need it to feel real and alive, don’t you? Go grab a pencil, some clay, a camera, musical instrument, pieces of clothing, whatever you consider art, because what your soul considers as art shouldn’t be classified and put in a drawer.

Go make your art. Encourage, empower another artist.

A letter to: The Artist