Ireland VS My Mind --- \o/

For the very first time, i woke up relieved being a brazilian. I've been fuckin' unhappy for the last 2 months, but for the last 2 weeks things are changing.
This morning is special.

I had a good nightmare. I was back in Dublin and everything that i was wishing was to get back to Sao Paulo. I was waiting for a Tv program starts, because i was sopposed to talk about something in front of cameras. Yeah, i used to be famous. I remember that i left the studios for a while to buy cigaretts and a girl said: Oi Renan!// I said: Do i know you? // She: yes, i saw you in internet.

Ok, this is bulshits of my jobless mind.

The point is that i didn't feel like staying there, i got nervous with prices and night-lifeless.

Yeah, Dublin is a small city and nothing much to do. I just liked 'cause i was there for a reason with a limited time. I did and was perfectly unforgatable!Even if i just got this poor english.

To live there, NEVER! To get back there, of course, for holidays!!!

I'm heading my life to Sao Paulo. I Love this fuckin mad city. Hard life, but special one. Perhaps I'll live in some country else, surely for a while. Outside you will always be an immigrant. Your country, your home. Mind it!

Ironicly that dream happened today. Exactly one year ago i was putting my feet on the ground of Dublin.

"Life is changing, not you" John Frusciante.

Yeah Dude, u have to change as it changes.