Portufinnglish

The other day I was talking to a friend who lives up north Finland, in a very beautiful town by the sea. I wondered if I would be arrested if I went swimming with a brazilian bikini and then he said I wouldn't be arrested even if I went to swim naked.

That sounds so fun. It's like, you only go naked here if you're 100% sure that no one will see (and you might not want to do it in Amazon, because of candiru fish (google it ;) . But getting naked in front of our friends or strangers, whatever... it has mostly to do with sex. Even beach bikinis are made to seduce.

We once had a President who tried to rule over a bikini-size law. I swear he put supervisors at beaches. His name was Jânio Quadros and he was little bit crazy and alcoholic, but, who cares? He's dead now.

We can't go naked around... But we can wear the bikinis we want.

This world makes me sick. It seems the more one tries to please someone, or making things right, the more this one gets despised and F*cked up.

At least I'm sure I am this kind of idiot. Born to live a fairytale: The Huntchback of Notre Dame.

Of course I am the foreveralone stupid fool.

Rainy, rainy, rainy... The big Metropolis is flooded. I have no idea why this happens. I mean: this country's weather have ALWAYS been like this, specially in this part of the country. So, why didn't they build the city with a better draining system?

Don't try to understand Brazilian administration. I'll be fluent in Finnish language way before really figure out how anything works, here.

The city is looking good, and I'm feeling a bad moon rising.
Shall I stay in my dreams or go hunting the werewolves...?

I live in one of the biggest cities on Earth, Silence and fresh air are really not something I can have everyday. So, every moment in nature is a blessing.

If you try to picture the sunset from the same spot, there will be a bridge over the horizon.

I believe that the most famous and typical brazilian alcoholic drink is caipirinha , a mix with limes, sugar and the national scnapps, cachaça. But in Brazil this recipe is only the beginning of infinite possiblities.