My city is São Paulo, or rather I was born here and my parents live here. São Paulo is a very important city in Brazil.

But I always ran away from my city. Even though it’s a city, people like to have work and money.

This is where it makes us feel like we are outside of ourselves. I guess it as where it does to describe to another. Like the important cities of the world. Like NewYork, Amsterdam, which are not the capital of the country. In other words, it is far from nature.

I’ve been here for 2 days. As soon as I became desperate, I began to feel something that made me observe, and the Silence became weak, and I heard that here I was articulated and declining who we are. It’s not about keeping silent about meditating, it’s about making your mind think of various thoughts without silencing your soul. That’s how I felt on the first day in Sao Paulo.

It makes me observe, because so many people don’t even want to observe human beings. So many people I see looking at people in despair. If I say good morning, they look outside

Worse was hearing people talk about their fear of being robbed, broken, and killed.

So it made me think about the philosophies, I teach drawing of Taoism. It made me observe that with any word we need to see it another way.

We have to weaken the fact that reality comes from television. Those conversations I heard yesterday made me focus desperately. My battery ran out, and André said he would arrive at 5. At 6 I started to get angry, then afraid that it had disappeared.

To make matters worse, my battery died, and I didn’t know André’s number by heart, and my parents are in Europe

So at my parents’ house, I went looking for everything negative. I went to see that it was my room and it was all my brother’s

After loading I forgot the password. So at 9 pm I asked the Doorman if I could call my parents. I knew it was very late in Italy but I called.

My father was worried that I was nervous. He called André and told me he was working and was fine.

Well, happiness came and suddenly my anger came.

I went to look for a massage at night, it turned into washing my hair with a massage. I asked the woman what to do to calm her mind. She said she knows how to give a head massage. Temporary peace came.

When we slept, I was happy. When I went to call my parents the next day, they knocked me down, saying that I was no longer capable of doing anything like I used to be. ,etc . The revolt returned.

Well, the revolt returned, but I thought that from everything I’ve been through, people don’t devalue me

So, I didn’t want to do what I was doing, I remembered the people who have peace within themselves, and shared it with others.

I remembered the people I met around the world for peace, André’s family came, who always returned all the spirituality of nature. Cecilia’s luck made me one of my new friends who aren’t stuck in the material, Ana Paula for Buddhism, Paulo for Tantra.

So, it made me understand that this fall made me find seeing.

In my coma, the Goddess, or Tara or my mind said “Do you want to live?” I said “Yes” and she asked me why. I said “I wanted it because of my grandmother, and my boyfriend at that time.

Saturday, when they will ask me if I was afraid of a coma, of death.

And it made me think, I’m not afraid of having another coma and death.

I love living, but this question why because I want to live.

Today I would say “Yes, I like living, because of the ability to evolve my anger, my mind and open my ego and continue to be compassionate to everyone and give back to nature. “

Only through the fall do we see the beauty of Life.

So these days I met Fatume, who is our friend’s mother. I started talking and she told me that she came from Lebanon, having fled her country.

The conversation was long and she asked me what life was about.

I was quiet and it took a while for me to say it. “I say I don’t believe in God”

She said “You don’t like a word, but it’s just a word. I used to be a Buddhist, but I still call it Allah. You can call it any word. Think it’s love. I see that in you.”

Wow, tears came out. That touched me. Because it was the tear of love. Like this
We look into the eyes of the soul.

São Paulo is just a word, our vision is love.

With love,
Jules