Moonlit sky

Forget about threading softly, you've already smashed my dreams anyway.
For now I am here... caged
Can't free my wings and fly away
Can't go where I truly belong
Empty
Void
Desperate
Lonely

Can one feel completely alone in the middle of a crowd?
Even a crowd of friends...
People who you love and who love you...
and yet
they can't see
the wet tears which grew before you wiped it away
the deepness of your eyes looking away
the coldness of your arms in need of a hug
the fake curve of your smile
Smile like you mean it
Yes
and go through life without letting people see you
Build a wall around the darkest corners of your heart
People don't care anyway
They may pretend to
but they honestly don't
they usually can't be bothered
and when they can, they have their reasons
this is today's society, with all its selfishness

Oh, how my mind wanders off sitting in a pier looking at the full moon
Oh, how my heart aches with dreams that so far don't come true
Oh...

Storytelling

In 2008, when applying for NYU, I was asked the following question, to which I replied.

Describe a trait or characteristic that has been passed along to you by your family. Tell us why you like or dislike this aspect of yourself.
Limit your response to 7 lines, or approximately 500 characters. If you need additional space, please use the "Additional Information" page (page 7).

Throughout my family tree, a vital trait has always been a profound passion for history and its telling. History bestows knowledge which cannot ever be taken away from you, according to Dumas.

Our love for story-telling has probably emerged from Judaism. At family gatherings, ancient and modern stories are always retold with the same punch lines.

My family history and my own stories intertwined have helped to shape my character. By learning about my origins, I learn about myself, thus capable of finding my own path.

Though I had only 500 god-damned characters to use - I remember I traded the word "strong" for "vital" because it had one less character - I meant it when I spoke of the importance of storytelling. Stories have changed me and my way of viewing the world, even if they were fiction - imagine that!

I become a filmmaker in order to tell stories to the world. Stories which build character, which excite, which provoke, which make you cry, laugh or love... alas, stories give you knowledge and knowledge remains forever.

Naïve

Basic movie plot: sweet girl meets bad boy.

As opposites, they attract one another

Throughout all that, the boy insists that he’s no good for her

She doesn’t believe that

How could she?

Her imagination has gone wild with thoughts

And though truth stares at her face,

Girl falls for boy

But…

The bad boy is indeed a bad boy

And more often than not, her heart ends up broken

Boys – and girls if I may say so

Use the powerful weapon of manipulation

And although foretold,

We insist on falling for it

As above, the boy did warn her

What if she only listened…

People

I find it interesting how a life is defined by the people one encounters
How thoughts one might have, were placed there by another brain
How feelings one may have, are directly related to someone else's

People pass you by every single day
Some stay forever, whether you like it or not
Other just run through, leaving a part of them behind
A dozen have known you since kindergarten, though wouldn't name your last name even upon torture
Then there is a handful you bond within a day and remember for an eternity
There are too those people who you could never picture your life without
Those few whose laughs, sorrows and loves are deeply connected to your own
The ones who first knew your ambitions, your first times, your disappointments...
They all leave a mark.

Although everyone is completely alone in this world
We are all made of bits and pieces of everyone around us
Whether real or fiction, whether lasting or temporary
These people made me who I am today
And for that, I gracefully thank them.

Eyjafjallajokull

I’ve been too long asleep

Can’t stand it, can’t help it

Years come and go

I stay silent

Breathing in and out

Feel as dead inside

As the barrier covering me

Must break it

Break the ice

Break the rules

Just break free

I can feel it coming

Mounting within me

An explosion that will change all

Like lava from a volcano

And when it erupts

I’ll leave

Everything behind

And head to where I’ve always wanted to go

Finally

I’ll go home

Nice Little Town Called Everwood

A while ago - a.k.a. 2002 - there began a series on TV called "Everwood". It all started when Dr. Andrew Brown's (Treat Williams) life changed forever, with his wife's car crash. Hence he took his children Ephram (Gregory Smith) and Delia (Vivien Cardone) and moved to a nice quaint town called Everwood in the middle of nowhere Colorado.

I had never given much thought, but I see now how this series manages to show the best ways to handle stressful and sometimes unfair events. Whether it's Colin Hart's (Mike Erwin) coma or Amy Abbott's (Emily VanCamp) depression, it talks about many subjects, which we would rather not have to deal with. With humorous dialogues between the doctors and a love which develops throughout the series, we kind of wish for a life resembling theirs - not always simple, but at least hopeful.

Every aspect leads to reflection. I have truly lost count of how many times I have cried watching it. I have already lost people, been through depression, liked someone - who didn't like me back - and tasted the undying bitterness of failure. I relate to it - I am Jewish, but unorthodox like the Brown family and I've played the piano my whole life, although much more poorly than Ephram...

Nevertheless everyone can put themselves in the characters' shoes. Who hasn't felt left out on a first day at a new school? Or feel in love with someone in an impossible situation? Or found truly unexpected friends? And especially who doesn't constantly fight their parents? The series manages to teach the best way to act in such an occasion or simply remind you that you are not the only one there.

A personal favorite - I hereby proclaim my everlasting admiration for "Everwood".

Mudança de webpage...

Ao aguardar a chegada de um grande amigo que faz aniversário hoje, resolvi mudar o nome do site... meu Ode a Dickens será expresso numa próxima oportunidade, agora será só Drummond!

Artimanhas do Misch Masch

A fim de esclarecer o rumo do blog, deixarei claro de já que farei uso do Misch Masch.
Esse artíficio é muito usado por antigos alunos da famosa EAC e imprescindível para o bom funcionamento cerebral destes.

O conceito do Misch Masch remonta aos primórdios dos tempos. Era comum aos andarilhos falarem diversas línguas, o que os fazia misturá-las em uma só linha lógica de pensamento.

Tentarei me abster do uso de tão sofisticada linguagem, but I can't promise, because I am not quite sure, ob ich es eigentlich machen kann.

xoxo

Nascimento de um Blog

Mãe, como nascem os blogs?
Com uma cegonha, dentra de um repolho, através de puro e simples intercourse?

Não, filho. Um blog nasce a partir de uma idéia.
Pode ser uma idéia comum, original, marcante, sensacionalista, fictícia, real ou à cesariana.
Não há um único meio.

Foi assim que nasceu este... a partir de uma idéia, inserida pelas aulas de jornalismo, mas também pela ânsia de escrever detalhes do meu cotidiano. No título, parto do príncipio que história são encontradas no meio do caminho... uma pedra no meio do caminho originou um dos grandes poemas da literatura brasileira.

O nome do blog deriva do primeiro parágrafo (poder-se-ia dizer do lead) de um dos meus livros favoritos:
"Davida Copperfield" by Charles Dickens.

Este inicia-se assim:
Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.

Hopefully so will these pages show the unraveling of my own life.

Assim encerro meu primeiro post nos primeiros minutos do blog.

xoxo