Blackbird...

I must begin this saying that I'm in the middle of a homework. I have to write the profile of the lead character from my script (the one I will begin to write). The profile consists in the early life of my character, and all the main life events that brought him to the events that I will put him through the film. And honestly... I'm stuck.

So let's talk about this black bird here.

It was singing so beautifully this morning that I could only get up from my computer and look at it.

It was a grey morning, by the way. I love the grey mornings, they're so quiet and calm. For a reason that I have not had the pleasure to know, when the mornings are grey and cloudy, the people change. Suddenly they make silence, lower the TV volume, and turn off the radios.

I just love that!

I take the chance to walk on the street, down to the park, and hear all that exquisite silence.

The people can't avoid the power of the rain. It brings peace... and no one can't refuse it.

Except this bird.

I know that it's not a blackbird because there is not blackbirds on America, but it is black. The facts are the facts.

So, when I walked out to the porch with my camera and saw this black bird singing so loudly and precious, I stood there for a while... just hearing it's music, and suddenly I remembered this Beatles song "Blackbird (song that I love). And immediately I realized that I have never understood it's meaning!

Google say that it was about the civil rights. And then I thought: ok, it makes sense because it was all about the black people rights, thus is why they choose the "Black"-bird as the lead character.

But then I though: and what's all about the "singing in the dead of night"? Which part plays this sentence at the civil rights? And then they say "into the light of the dark black night". Why did they specify the color of the night? Dark black...  it's just for poetry or it has a real meaning? 

And "the light". They said that it was a "dark black" night. It wasn't a normal night, It was a DARK BLACK night! Then... where is the light on a night darker than usual? I'm probably losing my imagination sense, but this confuses me. Why are they so obsessed with the night? 

And then I remembered my homework.

The black bird continues with it's singing and I take the picture, amidst all this stupid thinking ... still stuck.

See you later,

Jhonny.

Welcome to the new age

Prompt courtesy of Velvet Verbosity‘s 100 Word Challenge. The challenge, this week, is "Age".

I already began my scriptwriting course, which is more like a workshop, because we began to write in the same moment the course started.

I love this course!! And the greatest part is that I’m learning so much about all the steps “prior to” actually begin to write a script.

This is an all new experience for me, and I’m in heaven right now!

Of course this workshop implies a lot of work, but I love it. I’m actually enjoying it.

All I can hear in my mind right now is: “Welcome to the new age”.

See you later,

Jhonny.

At the edge of the river

Lying down, at the edge of the river... thinking.
Thinking about what I did, what I do.
What I'm doing wrong... what I'm doing right. Do I did something right?
Yeah, I remember some of those.
The water flows so silently, but I can hear it's music, though.
That soft melody... that peaceful sound that make me close my eyes and forget my thoughts.

What I was thinking?
I don't care any more.

Lying down at the edge of the rive... in a middle of a magical orchestra.
I don't care any more if I can't find the pathway back.