Always better than hot
Tidy bed
Always stick us together
Brazilian Rain Donuts
Along with a blanket
Oh my goodness* does anybody called grandpa?
Sultry home
A light that doesn't even touch us
Warped table
Put a paper and then we go
Brazilian Rain Donuts
I think it made me wet
What an outrageous thing
Has anybody called grandpa yet?
Leave home whenever it's possible
But leave without forgetting that your home is always here
Leaving home is only for whoever wants
Because courage walks on foot
And will take you far
An abandoned sock
In the room never absent
Tilted picture
Inside the photo, us
Rain Brazilian Donuts
Bring just one more to grandpa
Watch out the frying oil
But in it there's lots of love
Leave home whenever it's possible
But leave without forgetting that your home is always here
Leaving home is only for whoever wants
Because courage walks on foot
And will take you far
*In Portuguese is sung "Ave Maria", and the nearest expression I could find was this.
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This song was my sister's, Mariana, request. She, by the way, has a funny blog of incidents that happen to her (in a different, almost unique, like the oregano, which I had an appearance), where she tells in a peculiar way. Just check her Instagram, @mariserelepe and laugh together (but it's in Portuguese).
Well... as I said, Mariana is my sister. Sister is in a concept we call family. Family is a term that is losing its context and real meaning. When I remember about family, it comes to mind people sitting around the table during breakfast, lunch, snack time, and dinner, talking about everything and nothing. Laughing or crying. Telling what was the last world news or what was the last news of relatives that we don't usually see. What happened at work/school or what happened with our friends. Doing whatever the possible to be together around the table (or being forced while wishing to play video games instead).
I remember being along with my cousins in our grandparents homes, playing here and there. Tag, soccer, Power Rangers, swimming pool, toy car, bicycle... everything! And in the end, grandma always had a snack to make all children happy (when we were lucky to win some kind of Popsicle/ice cream bonus). I'm not even mentioning the clothes and socks scattered and lost in different places around the house.
Family makes us feel... at home! A comforting place. A comforting that brings peace. Peace that brings memories. Memories that make us travel in time and not see time flying.
We may take different paths in our lives. Moving from home. City. State. Why not country as well? It takes boldness to create physical distance of whom we love. Though this distance cannot makes us emotionally far. Our roots. Who we are!
Are we valuing those who are closer to us physically and emotionally? Are valuing enough those who shaped part of who we are (although many, unfortunately, had a negative experience with this, there's influence in being different or following the same way)? Christmas is coming. Maybe this is the opportunity to forgive, because we all fight. Maybe this is your last chance to see that smile once again. Hold this festive moment.
"But leave without forgetting that your home is always here"
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Music: https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=hZmHIeT4J6A
