sábado, 22 de agosto de 2009

UBC Gardens




Last Monday I had been to UBC Gardens, I was there with my class of walk-talk. Was a pleasant afternoon and weather helped a lot. UBC is a huge university with 110 acres of land. As usual is private university. Don't have public university here, all universitys are paid by studants, therefore they are really good and beautiful.




This time I went to the gardens of university, where students study a whole diversity of plants and bugs. Besides, my teacher was there, to make questions and helping us reply.


This picture was to be just the entry of UBC Gardens, however Martin was there as well.





sexta-feira, 14 de agosto de 2009

Love is a small plant


My love is a small plant. This is the truth. Inside of my body I don't have a heart but a plant. And I live in a middle of a big jungle. Around me there are thousands of plants and trees. My obligation is take care of some plants, of the people who I love.

In spite of a normal plant, water is not enough. I have to watering my plants with love, attention, affection,care, among other things. As a plant, It is necessary years to grow and be strong. Although, even being a tree can die if I neglects.
I'm without my woods, I'm living in a cold conifer woods. Those trees doesn't need so much cares, and my little plant is going to die. Once per day, my gardener, my love, she has the most beautiful heart I've ever seen, and I'm sure that some day this little plant is going to be the most perfect tree, this tree will give golden apples and will live in a garden of luxurious, love and happiness. She give me some cares, just enough to hold on for more one day. I'm sure that without that daily care, my little plant had died.
However there are some plants that I should care more often, some plants that gave me life and some plants that share with me the same genes. I'm afraid of some day, some of those plants die for my guilt.
It is almost winter, I have to come back for my love. My gardener is waiting for me. I can't wait to see the sun in her eyes, I can't wait to came back to my Love.


quinta-feira, 13 de agosto de 2009

"That my life..."

I was lost. I was refusing stop and think what was wrong in my life. Maybe my family? maybe my friends? no. I knew why I was feeling that, I was falling in love for somebody so much better then me. How come, again I was going to make mistakes that maybe I could be sorry for a really long time.

Some how I entered in that bus, sat in that sit, get off at that bus stop, walked by those streets, I knew, I felt in love. Some how, in that day I didn't used my muscles in my leg, the only muscle that was working that day was my heart. My whole body was being moved by my heart, but my head refused accept it.

When I entered in that bakery I was feeling like a squirrel which was in lion's territory. Maybe I could never come back. In deed. When I looked for her, and I saw the surprise in her eyes, in that moment, my squirrel wasn't eaten for a lion, but for a carnivorous plant.

I spend the most happy afternoon in all my fuck life! I knew. I was walking with my predator. I had fallen in love. I couldn't stop smiling, I was in the haven. I barely knew that "mistake" saved forever my life.

I thought that when a found my real love, I'd feel wish to kiss and hug and all my human been, My primitive human been would jump throughout my pores. however I didn't know that when you meet the love of all your life, the first feeling that you feel is a huge wish of stay near of that person and just stay there as long as you can, and be part of her life.

But how could I stay with her forever, if I could not even look in her eyes? doesn't matter, I was happy in look her shoes and listen her voice. Yes, was that I wanted to, just be a fly in her life, and when she needed me, I could became a big bear and protect her of all problems and specially of her-self.

After that afternoon I knew, at last my love had come along, my lonely days were over and my life has been like a song.


quinta-feira, 6 de agosto de 2009

Ultimo dia nivel 4




My last day in the level 4, I took some pictures before I know that I was going to change my level. This guy hairless is (was) my teacher, Dom Bury.

quarta-feira, 5 de agosto de 2009

domingo, 2 de agosto de 2009