Proud of myself. Comentário, ontem, de proposta/projeto em que trabalhei diretamente semana passada e esta: "Tecnicamente, é a melhor proposta que recebemos, e o preço tá dentro do esperado"
:)
Detalhe, além do projeto, fiz uma apresentação em powerpoint (horrorosa esteticamente, mas ficou boa em conteúdo) e apresentei pro cliente.

Comentário do meu chefe após a apresentação:
"Excelente conteúdo, mas você precisa ter menos medo de dar algum problema mais na frente. Arrisque"

Ele tá certo. Em tantos sentidos que minha cabeça até girou. Não na hora, mas quando a ficha caiu.

Pedro versão 2012 deve ser mais ousado. E será. :)

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Eu comecei a escrever um poema ou letra de música ou whatever a uns três anos atrás.
A métrica da coisa era uma que eu nunca tinha visto antes:
Cada estrofe tem oito versos, sendo que os versos pares rimam.
A coisa foi fluindo, fluindo, mas por algum motivo parei e esqueci.
Eu ainda não terminei, mas acho que ficou divertido.
Nota sobre o "enredo": Totalmente espontâneo. Fui inventando na medida que ia escrevendo, não tem um "grande plano por trás".
Espero que um dia eu acabe, ainda parece beeem incompleto.
Talvez eu fosse um escritor "lível" se eu tivesse paciência pra organizar enredo, personagens, revisar, etc.

Anyway, semana passada achei em meus arquivos e resolvi continuar... Escrevi mais umas estrofes e a coisa foi aparecendo.
Pardon my bad english, and worse storytelling.

Eu achei divertido. :)

I dreamt of a kingdom
That was far beyond the sea
A land of untold beauty
be it river, stone or tree
Place of many strange tales,
Lots o' wondrous things to see
On the woodlands my heart resides,
On the plains my soul is free

In this vision I saw some people
The wisest was the king
His queen, the fairest lady
of whom all the legends sing
His court, so noble and just
And the prince, so charming
And the princess was a jewel
of the highest upbringing

But the mist one day came down
and surrounded the castle wall
People began to disappear
and fear was brought to all
One day it was a warrior
No one was so strong and tall
And another, a powerful priest
Yet no one heard his last call...

The king was so sorrowful
and retired out of shame
when the last vanishing happened,
a girl that had no name
So that was, when one certain day
a knight of unmatched fame
arrived at the castle gates
a castle that wasn't the same...

The knight heard no sounds
And the gates didn't open
So he, puzzled, scratched his beard,
A thing he didn't do often
"What is this?", he thought,
"Maybe the work of a witch's coven?
Maybe not, I'll look around
At least until something's proven"

So the knight looked for a way
To enter the silent citadel
Unseen by him hanged the mists
Of a fate deadly and cruel
When he finally found a tunnel
large enough that he could travel
The trap was already sprung
Seemed that "dead" was his new label

Our hero emerged into the courtyard
And didn't see a living soul
The already growing suspicions
That something fishy was afoul
Only deepened his concern
That he was digging too large a hole
Worst than that, he realized,
He was trapped like a fish in a fishbowl

Yet he shook himself up
And didn't fall into despair
"It is strange, this beautiful castle
In such a state of disrepair"
His thoughts were interrupted in a flash
When he heard a loud fanfare
In seconds he was surrounded
By soldiers that appeared from nowhere

"Who are you?", bellowed a voice
So deep that the walls trembled
The knight now could see
that the full court was assembled
Not an ordinary court, I can assure
But one of the most fabled
It was a court of elder spirits
And our hero had to feel himself humbled

"I am but a knight errant",
Said the noble traveller,
"And what I want is serve justice"
The desembodied voice grew deeper:
"If it is what you seek, knight
You need not search any further.
An advice, though, take care.
It's too soon to meet the Reaper"