Good weather that never comes back

Today I woke up wistful. Discomfort, the weather… People… I felt alone in this world right now. My life references are disappearing. Places change. And where I passed my feet will no longer pass. And other things, another place! I found myself with a huge longing for Hebe Camargo🇧🇷 I turn on the TV, where is that party that was her show? There is no more… And where is Flávio Cavalcanti, so strange, so eternally indignant? Finger in the air: “One moment, maestro!” And the drag took too Elis Regina, a girl with greater talent, who couldn’t stand being herself – it was a lot of intensity! Longing… I really miss a naive but decent TV. I miss the polite times, when the auditorium was for gentlemen and ladies, not the crowd. I miss Chico Anysio and its competence. In Jair Rodrigues and his inconsequence, which is sorely missed!

And since Formula 1 is no longer fun without Ayrton Senna🇧🇷 Who in life, I don’t know why, always reminded me of a medieval warrior.

He believed in people, in the country, he even believed in having the courage to change the world. I miss the young woman that was me

And I really miss a girl, a bit of a country girl, naive, pretty, who believed in people, in the country, even believed in having the courage and ability to change the world. I miss her laugh, the sparkle in her eyes… she was a brave person! I miss, so much, this young woman who was me. That she had a future, that now, old, she only has the past. Yes, I miss you.