writer

it was in 2006 when my teacher of portuguese language, Rosa Colage, corrected a test that was a big motivation for me today.
on that test we [students] were asked to write about love... that was really impressive, my teacher said. then i realised that i liked writing and that it is what i wanted to do [...] i never wanted to be a writer [never!], untill that day when my teachers, Colage and Xavier, called me "the poet", can you imagine a 12 years old boy being called "the poet"?! i couldn't understand the real reason for that excitement from my teachers of portuguese language, i felt like they were joking at me but they were not. that was a weird situation for me to face at that time, then, three years after i'm dedicating my life on writing and somepeople say i'm a good [amateur] writer, although i never realised before my teachers told me.

i conclude all this [semi]bibliography of myself, saying:
sometimes we'll never realise the colour of our eyes or the size of our nose untill someone tells us. it means, sometimes we have to spend time hearing to what other people are coming to say, their words can bring us the knowledge of things we never knew before... things we should have known already but we could never get them with our eyes because they might have been closed... closed that we can only see with somebody's help[...]

intro

this is my second web blog but i'm not excited by knowing this. it's just a new experience, where i'll share my life experiences with you there, so you'll reflict on them and you will have a say.
my purpose is to express me, the way i can... then serve as someone who will be light in the world and salt for the earth.
i know that i know nothing, i'm no one... i just want to serve for something in life, it's one: helping you!