A New Dawn

It's been set a new dawn... An old twilight is getting through.

I stand here. In the middle. Here between light and dark. Here where we are. Where I loved, what I wait for.
This is a kind of goodbye letter. It's been an year and two months that I've been at Fisk, and I couldn't say that I haven't loved this. I have loved every inch of this, I have enjoyed every smile and effort and all other emotions that you have showed me. Staying in touch with such feelings from people is something undescribable to whom hasn't taught. The energy exchange felt during a class is amazing, it's like a river of emotions constantly flowing, and in a position which gives you a kind of control (although also a misguiding belief that you have control) above all that.

To my students, well, what can I say? You have been amazing. This all has been amazing. I'm leaving for I need a future, and to try new things, cause that's life and sometimes we've got to choose a path that is not so clear now, in order to find new places and better horizons. You have granted me a wonderful new sight of the world, you have given me the pleasure of your presence for more than a day, or even weeks or months. How could I thank you? You are all now part of my life, and this can't be erased. It will keep on for the rest of my life. I hope you all learn English, I really hope! But most of all, I wish that you keep being such wonderful human beings, and more and more responsible, and smarter, and everything else.

It hurts me to leave, but in life, there are choices. I have taken mine, and I hope you understand.
Thank you very much.

With love,
Teacher Murilo

Surtar

É porque hoje eu decidi que não vai ser do jeito que é.


Sim, mais uma vez! Mais uma vez eu vou ser do mesmo jeito que sou.





Porque é o jeito que sou. Cada um com o seu burden.



Saúde!

Terror.

Your eyes are way too gleaming.

V.a.l.i.u.m.

You still have no idea how deep it is, do you?
Throwing up like that, for nothing.
You still have no ideia.
'Till the idea makes you throw out your lungs and heart, and tears will fill not your face, but your grace's.
And then you'll realize that you're still too damn eagerly pointed ere something so evil dies.