I remember one day last month when we were walking around the historic town of Tiradentes and, in a not so fancy part of it, we saw a graffiti on an old wall with a phrase: "Beautiful things are difficult," I even asked you to be near it, in order to take a picture of you, because that phrase has a lot to do with you...
We are now on a weekend in the south of Thailand. Because you were working yesterday, I went on a boat trip to a few beaches in the Adaman Sea. In actuality, I'm maybe the only Brazilian guy who is not a fan of beaches and the sea. But I appreaciated the trip very much, not even because of the stunning landscapes, the warm green water and the little fish that accompany the swimmers all around, in expectation for some food. I also remembered that phrase, your phrase. Yes, beautiful things are difficult. For the first time in my life I went snorkeling, being possible to swim in places I wouldn't be able to swim without the snokel. And I could have amazing views of many sorts of fish at the bottom of the sea and I even saw an eel. But in the end, in my enthusiasm, I cut a toe in a rock and I slightly touched a jelly fish. And that reminded me of you. As a matter of fact, beautiful things are difficult!
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