The Return to Never Land

Never Land, home of the never growing children, my home once.
In the early ages of my living, I was the next-door-neighbor of Pirates, Indians, Faries, Mermaids, Witchs and Knites, in the land of dreams, I lived happy as a three-years-old can live. Discovering hidden treasures, painting my face and going "hooooo-ooo-ooo" down the hall, flying side-by-side to the greatest birds, exploring the deeps of the seas, fighting evil witchs with a mighty sword or my great spells.
But then one day... guided by my parents and curiosaty, I left Never Land, returning only every-other day, until I never returned at all.
My absence was truly felt in Never Land, as Pirates sailed to other waters, Indians ran to the hills, Faries died out of lake of faith, Mermaides turned to normal girls with no mystery nor fantastic singing, Witchs retired and my fellow Knights became long lost friends. As for me... I became a lonelly child in fritening a world with no imagination, where a dreamer is a stupid, and a drunk kid is a hero.
In the begining of my adolt age I started to miss Never Land and want to go back.
And as I return I feel that I've grown too quickly, alike the children that used to never grow up, also alike every new born, whose child life is shorten every day.
This vision makes me sick so I made a promise to myself of constantly change between my homes in order to change my life and yours.
Welcome Back To Never Land to You TOO!

The way of economist

In this world there are three types of institutions, the family (referring as 1 person), the state and the companies.

We the normal person are the families, and our wish in life is to be happy and live has long has possible.

For achieving these goals of ours we created the state and companies. The catch is that:

Although the state wants us to be happy they don't wont us living forever, they would like if we'd died in the first day of retirement.

And although the companies want us to live forever they don't find our happiness that amusing, they wish for us to be in that continuous search, and that at every step we be advised by them, or else they would go bankrupt.

This is the simplified system, because then we would have to add the fact there are poor and rich families, the fact there are many companies and competition, and that in some places the state is just a corrupt institution.

Economist use simplified systems like this to explain life, unfortunately it doesn’t go to well in the real life.

looking for a definition

My friends sometimes in life we face our limits, but we try to break them and establish new ones.
My limit at this time is the search for myself's definition, and to explain my dificulty I even have an excuse "A man can only see his front figure, but his back and face remain a mistury with out the help of an extirior force (example: mirror reflexion)
SO i ask for your help just like a humble servent asks for a better way bto serve his master.

Go blind

When all is taken for granted, cinema is there to call us to reason.

What is the most precios thing you have? (and I'm talking about your body, not your posetions)

Mine, would be my arms, either one, I think if were to lose my uper limbs, I would be unuseful, obsolete. hugs would be just a small, distante memory.

Certantly you think that there is something more precios than the arms. And shorly you have a great reason for it.

What about if suddenly everyone went blind...
what a big problem it would be, firstly you wouldn't be able to read the rest of this briliant chronic.

You may think it would be caos, or the we wold just ajust our selfs to the situation. Your right either way and i'm not is a correct and certain answer. We have the great abilaty to adapt but that takes time in that time caos will be the defining word, but the night is dark just before the dawn, and every day stars with the first ray of sunshine.

Today, we're facing the crissis, may be that is the worst ever, and you just can see the dawn aproxing, and hope fates, remember there's no top or botem in life, it can always get worse.
So do your best, moralaty, economic, afective and religious, choise, and the worst case sinarium will just be a mirage

Halloween

Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?

Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Halloween

This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night

This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright
It's our town, everybody scream
In this town of Halloween

I am the one hiding under your bed
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red

I am the one hiding under your stairs
Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair

This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!

In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song

In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise

Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can
Something's waiting now to pounce, and how you'll...

Scream! This is Halloween
Red 'n' black, slimy green

Aren't you scared?

Well, that's just fine
Say it once, say it twice
Take a chance and roll the dice
Ride with the moon in the dead of night

Everybody scream, everbody scream

In our town of Halloween!

I am the clown with the tear-away face
Here in a flash and gone without a trace

I am the "who" when you call, "Who's there?"
I am the wind blowing through your hair

I am the shadow on the moon at night
Filling your dreams to the brim with fright

This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
Halloween! Halloween!

Tender lumplings everywhere
Life's no fun without a good scare


That's our job, but we're not mean
In our town of Halloween

In this town

Don't we love it now?
Everyone's waiting for the next surprise

Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back
And scream like a banshee
Make you jump out of your skin
This is Halloween, everybody scream
Wont' ya please make way for a very special guy

Our man jack is King of the Pumpkin patch
Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King now

This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!

In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song

La la-la la, Halloween! Halloween! [Repeat]
WHEE!!! Ha Ha Ha!

The world in Union

There's a dream,I feel
So rare,so real
All the world in union
The world as one

Gathering together
One mind, one heart
Every creed, every colour
Once joined, never apart

Searching for the best in me
I will find what I can be
If I win, lose or draw
It's a victory for all

It's the world in union
The world as one
As we climb to reach our destiny
A new age has begun

We may face high mountains
Must cross rough seas
We must take our place in history
And live with dignity

Just to be the best I can
That's the goal for every man
If I win, lose or draw
It's a victory for all

It's the world in union
The world as one
As we climb to reach our destiny
A new age has begun

It's the world in union
The world as one
As we climb to reach our destiny
A new age has begun



Celebrating the day of tomorow,
In union asking for forgiveness,
Loving the ones close,

Meet Christopher

Christopher Titus - Norman Rockwell is Bleeding

What changes the world?

The world is made of changes. But why? Why can’t we enjoy that tomorrow will be like today and yesterday was? It would definitely be boring.

So after sorting that out, what makes change happen? The fact that we’re bored isn’t enough something must happen. What?

Is it will power? Sure it isn’t anything human, change happened even before we were here. Is it god? Sure not, things change everyday so it couldn’t be god almighty. It must be something continuous.

“Tancredi Falconeri: If we want things to stay as they are, things will have to change.”

Nothing makes the world change, as so change makes nothing happen. Beautiful, isn’t it? Life is full of paradoxes. Maybe you don’t understand, I’ll explain.

Let’s start with a tree, just picture it, if no one interferes it will grow, age, die, rot and for some years leave an empty space in the field. But if humans interfere the tree will grow, age, be cut, grow, age, be cut, grow, age, and the cycle goes on and on until someone sells the property witch the tree is settled in and it will be cut and give space for a highway. Please note that a cycle is not change is just a periodic state, to keep things the same way they were.

Society works the same way, if the men in charge don’t do anything and ignore the wishes of the people, it is certain that there will be a revolution in the chain of command. But if the people see their ends meet with the adequate majors then nothing will happen and all will be the same until the stocks crash, or any other natural disaster apears

Games for all

We play games all the time. My friends and me just discovered how tennis could be entertaining, so we play (very badly) and joke about each other. These moments are getting more and more rare. And I’m sorry for that.

People need more to play, I mean go out play football, tag, just play like a little child, having fun, not having any worries or compromises to be concerned about.

I can still recall the last summer I played, the last game I played, it was doge-ball, my entire family was playing having fun. I don’t see that these days and that pities me.

Now people only care about being winners there’s no more fair play, what started by being a hobby is now a competition, fun is for losers. This just goes to show how degrading the human society is becoming.

Meet Mona Lisa

If culture had a face, it would be Mona Lisa.
She’s a woman of mystery… it’s an enchantment, you can look at her for a hole day and still, not knowing her height, if she is pretty women or a small monster.
My friend is unpredictable and goes against all reasoning, and defends the defenceless, just for the sake of a discussion.
More I can not say, because I don’t really know her.
So to end this presentation I’ll just say good Luck Mona

Meet Milady de Winter

Cardinal Richelieu: A word of caution, milady. A snap of my fingers, and you could be back on the block where I found you.
Milady: And with a flick of my wrist, I could change your religion.
Cardinal Richelieu: You're very persuasive.

Sabine de Winter is a problem. Friendly for those who favor her ways, if not... (Better luck next lifetime)
She is cold has ice, manipulative and hell-of-a protestant. (I question myself how The Lord lets this be.) She is the devils right-hand, her intentions are simple create kayos while she isn’t happy (poor Jack is the one who suffers the most), she whispers deceit, and shouts secrets. Pulls strings and love to do some arm-twisting. She is the best friend I could have. Better be on the side of the Queen of hell than be one more near the gates of heaven.

Meet Jack

Jack’s a friend of mine. He is an idiot, he doesn’t know what he wants, he’s still struggling to forget a pair of horns glued to his forehead (by a demon), and looking to his Juliet through letter painted in the letter paper.
Forgetting is hard I know, even more when everyday you wake up to see a pair of warnings on your head. But still, Juliet isn’t waiting forever and Romeo may appear any moment, and kill three dreams in the name of love.
So for you Jack best of luck becoming Romeo, I know that there are many wall to tare down along the way.

Good Luck, My friend.

Failure

There are stories of success all over books, movies and TV series. Although the stories of failure make newspapers front-page or the news of the day in the news channel.
Failure is part of life, people can’t always meet the expectations, if they could the world would be an ocean.
I’m used to letting people down, teammates, classmates, friends, parents and rest of the family.
But today I let myself down and that’s not good. How doctor Phil would say letting your self down is the first step to a life of failure.
So now I have to pull myself together and rationalise my mistakes, learn from them and get over them.Just to end this Pull Self together text, I just like to say, Big Failures just have to face small mistakes.

About Jack

Yesterday, one friend of mine told me a story of a girl friend that he is fond of. I considered the story quite amusing, and this is why: This girl goes to a guy that she is fond of (every good story has a love triangle), and says that a lot has happen in her life in the recent past and that she was confused (till here there's nothing wrong) and that he (the guy she was talking to) was one of the reasons for her confusion. (OH! BOY)
The boy, answers to this girl's confusions confection, by saying that many people go to him saying that. (This wasn’t expected)

Thankfully for all that participated in this story, this dialog didn’t happen face-to-face (thanks for short message service). But I’m shore I would pay big money to see her face while she’s reading the last message. (Oh forgot to say this girl isn’t in anyway ugly, quite the opposit I would say).

The cute part in this story is the fact that it isn’t over, and this love/confusion triangle still can take a spin.
If this story were to be a fairy tale this would end with my friend punching the other guy’s face, while declaring his love/confusion to her, and then my friend and the girl would go live haply ever after (or at least till the end of the mouth).

Words are over rated by fry and laurie

Life is a burden

There is a time in your life, that you ask yourself "Why am I here? Why should I go on? What is the purpose in life if we all die in the end?"

Philosophers have written books, invented tales, created stories around this theme. Songs that we listen to come up with answers and new questions. Poems reveal the suffering in each answer.
But still I'm not satisfied, maybe because my life stinks trouble in every chapter. I don't care. For now I only want to know, why being one of the life in society rules, which everyone tries to gain the most doing less, should we keep living?

As I stated before, we all die in the end, so why so much trouble... so much illness, suffering, pain. Maybe the answer is between the moments of pain, does moments filled with laughter, happiness, and fulfillment. Maybe is a fair trade. But still death could be so liberating, suffering-free, why continue? What is in the other side that scares the crap out of people?

Why don't we believe in the words of the One who cross and came back to tell the story?

There's a saying that goes like this "when someone dies, is like a library that burns whit only one unique original book in it". And so I think this is the answer to our persistence to leave. TESTEMONY

We hate the idea of not living a mark so we live, at least leaves a name in the birth certificate and other certificates we fill through life