I finally presented my paper on “Rimbaud” (a French poet) at my Poetry Class. I was feeling so nervous and so insecure, but I think I got pretty confident about myself during the explanation. It`s always like that: I’m too anxious, too worried… But there’s always a happy ending (fortunately!). I was talking to a friend and she told me I probably improved my speech because of my experience as a teacher. I agree: I still remember the first day of class. I was so scared with all those students! Now it feels like most of them are my friends.
This week I also spouted a poem written by “Mário Quintana”. It was very nice and I knew it entirely by heart. Here it goes:

Recordo ainda

Recordo ainda... e nada mais me importa...
Aqueles dias de uma luz tão mansa
Que me deixavam, sempre, de lembrança,
Algum brinquedo novo à minha porta...

Mas veio um vento de Desesperança
Soprando cinzas pela noite morta!
E eu pendurei na galharia torta
Todos os meus brinquedos de criança...

Estrada afora após segui... Mas, aí,
Embora idade e senso eu aparente
Não vos iludais o velho que aqui vai:

Eu quero os meus brinquedos novamente!
Sou um pobre menino... acreditai!...
Que envelheceu, um dia, de repente!...


Best,