Those were the days… My Friend!

Dedicated to the best Teacheres  Ever…

Those were the days…
Have you ever heard an old song that brings you back wonderful memories? Oh! Yes, it sometimes happens to everyone.
But today, I would like to tell you about one little experience I had…
Some years ago (about 14 years ago) I was kind of depressed, tired of years of hard working and so sad about a great loss in my family.
So I decided to study English.
Well, Itaberaba City wasn’t too near my house, but I decided to learn something new.
And what I found there? I started studying English at CCAA. I confess, I was a little ashamed because of the young class I found there.
The only guy older than 16 was I (I was only 38…lol) And as an old saying here, in Brazil “Old parrots don’t learn talkings”, something like that.
But then a Young and wonderful teacher came into the class. He had the brightest smile I’ve ever seen and he was always kidding about things, life and stories.
And then he took us to know all the CCAA Crew. Meire, Cátia, Cláudia and Libério, the great. That team was like a family to me. I found a reason to keep on studying.
Patient, wise and with a lot of stories about travels around the world he used to make the students dream about the possibilities of knowledge.
A great methodology, but kind above the greatest wish of helping us to learn.
The First semester flew like a wind and so did the other semester… A wonderful crew I found there. And as all in life the time I had to go has come.
I confess, I was sad (and the teacher was relieved! Lol)
As I remember teacher Parísio as the greatest teacher and Friend ever (he’s really an amazing person!), Libério, as great as Parísio, a wonderful and inspiring storyteller, Jamille a friend, why shouldn’t I say she was an angel? And about Meire, the sweetest and the most lovely person I knew.
And now…the old parrot is speaking! Lol
Perhaps 13 years is a long time and I may have forgotten loads of things.
But how can I forget those days?
Oh, My! Those were the days…as the music said!”

 

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CCAA em Itaberaba, Bahia.

 

 

“How It Would Be… – Poem of a New Day”

Some believe that world peace is a dream. Read the poem crafted for reflection

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Gilson Cruz

What if, on a new day,

people forgot their differences and learned to coexist?

What if weapons were replaced by dialogue and people held hands?

What if, on a new day,

all the children in the world could play in the streets again

and the sounds outside were celebrations, not bombs?

What if, countries didn’t try to expand their borders

and extinguish the weaker ones,

as if they were enemies?

What if, borders didn’t exist,

and the entire earth belonged to a brotherhood,

a human brotherhood?

What if, on a new day,

cultures met and celebrated existence,

not any supposed superiority?

If black, white, yellow, green, and red joined hands

and learned from other cultures?

What if, on a new day,

there were no disputes or exploitation

and everyone was committed to respecting

the green of the Earth and the blue of the skies?

How would it be…

How would it be if,

starting from a new day…

humans forgot hatred and forgave?

The Earth, Yes,

the whole world would live in Peace

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And Then… ( There will be no future!)

War... Reason And hopeWere escaping together, far away...

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On one side,

Reason was slipping away,

 

And on the other,

Hatred had taken its place,

Keeping company with death…

 

Reason And hope

Were escaping together, far away…

 

There would be no more Values, Loves or Colors…

Only a destroyed scenario.

 

The tyrant

Who referred to a people As animals

Found a pretext for tyranny.

 

The extremist

Captured the world’s eyes

While Innocent children Died…

 

War crimes were happening…

 

As sepia tones

Took over the picture

In a painting of sadness,

 

Thirst was becoming desperate…

And the innocent believers

Raised their eyes to the heavens,

Imagining a Paradise beyond…

For there was no more Another hope.

 

And the warlords

Ignored conventions

Invented new stories…

Deceived their own people

Eliminated a people…

 

The wicked smiled

While perplexed nations

Lost themselves

Without agreements,

without words

And perplexed the mankind Perished.

Humanity was lost.

Gilson Cruz

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