Portuguese lectures

Portuguese lectures

Since Friday I forgot how it is to wake up in the morning and not get prepared for a day of running around. I just tried to balance my studying, university and some sort of a social life.

Last week was the week of languages and there were ambassadors and many other important people on my university and we’ve had many lectures about the Spanish and Portuguese language. I didn’t manage to attend many of them but on Friday I had to because they counted as 25% of my grade.

The lectures were about the Portuguese language and I loved them because I love that language and I’m trying really hard to become good at it. My favorite lecture was by Rodrigo Barros who is a poet, professor and a singer.

He held a beautiful lecture and he sang and played the guitar for us. I just fell in love with the songs. In the evening we all gathered at a park behind a club and had a poetry evening. Again the same professor sang and then a few poets presented their poems. I wasn’t really a fan of their work, wasn’t my cup of tea, but the evening was worth it because of the singing.

I also spend that day with my friend Andrea. We ate some pizza, ice cream, had a drink in the evening and just had a wonderful time together. I really loved spending the day with her. Here’s a few pictures from Friday.

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The Puppet Show

The Puppet Show

Curtains up, the crowd gathered
around the stage to see another life
getting wasted away. They’ll just nod
their heads, saying that it’s too bad.

They’ll be saying that the whole plot is
sad, maybe they’ll even feel something
around their heart but in the end they’ll
do what they always do. They’ll leave.

I’m just this puppet on a string, hopelessly
believing that one day someone will grab the
scissors and cut the strings. Hopelessly believing
someone will save me from this hell I’m living in.

Show after show, lie after lie, tear after
tear – something broke in my heart.
All hope vanished from my life, my brain
took control, and my heart is only pumping blood.

I’m lying next to my broken guitar shined by
the moonlight that built something inside of me.
Was it good or was it bad – I’ll never now. I just
now nothing’s ever going to be alright.

Suddenly I wanted to feel the ground under
my feet and not always the string that’s tying them up.
I wanted to walk on my own and stop the people
who manipulate me but never help me.

Suddenly a gray tone appeared in my eyes
and it changed my perspective of life. The
moon whispered a melody into my ear every time
it appeared in its full shine.

I’m hearing the strings of my old guitar, I’m
breaking the strings that are tying me up. I killed
the puppet master, I regained control. This
puppet show is done, it’s time for my solo performance now.

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