It's Sunday morning, I've just come back from a walk in the Ibirapuera park. Still don't know what I'm going to do now. My mate Tribuzy will be arriving in a few hours. I want to go go to an art gallery but don't know if I will have the time. Let's see...


Well, I'm now going to tell you what I was going to tell you yesterday.


I've found myself here. The real me, who was lost inside that bitter, dry, sad guy who lives in Rio.


You must see me here. Wherever I go I talk to people, strange people I have never seen before. I start conversations out of the blue, I tell jokes, they laugh... I had forgotten how funny I can be. I also talk to girls easily, very easily. They seem to like to talk to me too. Oh, and by the way, the girls here are very beautiful, very elegant. It's different from the girls in Rio. I can't explain how, though. I fall in love for a different girl in every street corner I go, really! lol


The big question is: Is the real me going to hide inside myself the second I put my feet in Rio again? Probably, yes...