A Minha Parte Que é Didática

Sabe aquela hora que você precisa despir-se de toda vergonha pra poder passar na matéria da faculdade? Pois bem, esse vídeo é a materialização de tal aterrorizante ato, o qual alguns costumam nomear "cara de pau" mesmo. Então, minhas amigas e eu entramos com a cara de pau, com a cara de carne e a coragem. Tudo pelo um dez na Ana Paula. Era preciso falar em inglês somente? Falamos. Era preciso fazer esforço máximo para não parecer político ao ler as falas enquanto filmávamos? Fizemos. Era preciso um pouco de maluquice para fazer o vídeo parecer engraçado e didático sem perder o fio da meada? Bem, isso nós tentamos e esparamos que tenha sido este o resultado final. Phrasal Verbs é o foco, mas você pode se distrair um pouco com algumas doideras. Não nos leve a mal, estávamos nervosos, ensinando inglês e se divertindo, TUDO AO MESMO TEMPO.

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I'm About

I'm about...
About to run.
About to stay.
About to scream.
About to pray.

About is my way,
every night and every day
in a constant replay
where delay is OK to obey.

I'm about to do.
I'm about to don't.
I'm about to will.
I'm about to won't.

That's my "BE":
Stuck in the middle.
There are two of me,
the one in the flesh
and the one in the mirror.
And I think none of them are real.
Because I'm about to born.
I'm about to die
I'm about to live
I'm about to cry.

Why?

I forgot the answer.
But I'm about to remind.

Annoying Noises On Good Photographs

I felt a cold breeze blowing beneath my soul. I didn't mind a bit, but a voice inside my head was begging for attention. And beyond that invite or anything that would be more pleasant than my current state, I saw you. Sort of away from me but I recognized you, right beside children's fears, taking advantage of innocence and with a smile - A cold one just like the wind I was submitting my sanity. Heavy tears washed my face, I didn't hide. But, through the last portion of courage left on me, I believed in the insignificance of the situation. And now I embrace the cold, I swallow the voice and I even accept you on my sight. Unlike the old me, who just couldn't, I learnt to stand among terrors. I won't be part of your crimes anymore, Queen of broken pieces. Let me stay here, quiet and still, enjoying the insignificance of you.