Tears In Heaven by Eric Clapton and Will Jennings

Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same
If I saw you in heaven?

I must be strong
And carry on,
'Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven.

Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in heaven?
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven?

I'll find my way
Through night and day,
'Cause I know I just can't stay
Here in heaven.

Time can bring you down,
Time can bend your knees.
Time can break your heart,
Have you begging please, begging please.

Beyond the door,
There's peace I'm sure,
And I know there'll be no more
Tears in heaven.

Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same
If I saw you in heaven?

I must be strong
And carry on,
'Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven.

About this morning

At this morning I did sit down and started to write my last letter when I was interrupted by the notice of a friend, who lost his father, who died today very young.

While our friend described the importance of his father in his life by a day to day coexistence, about their great debates on politics, on religion and on ideas and also because his father was the one who gave him the sense of being a man who could make a difference, who could think by himself and who could be a whole man, I was thinking in my mind about the similarity between the nazi camps and tuesday, just because both bad guys though by themselves as doing the right thing, both didn’t respect others life or treated then as a human being that should be respected, whatever this human being is a two years old boy or a defectiveless man, better if you can destroy two by the price of one.

I didn’t finished my last letter, I’m alive one more day, some say my son deserves it, some can understand what’s having your son stolen from you right above your eyes and by your choice you didn’t do anything you could do to stop it.

Could I be considered a father or even a man?

About yesterday

About yesterday, I could tell you that a student’s meeting could be more civilized, it was something like a neighborhood’s fight, not even like a politician’s debate. Also my two years boy don’t need a child physicologist because it’s only an amorphous body, can’t feel anything around him. Also, they was incapable to read the legal documents in there to at least understand what’s going on.

The worst thing was: “You should prove that the mother of your son is incapable to be a mother if you want to be his father, if you can’t do that, forget passing a weekend with him at the beach until hi gets four”. So, although I did prove all the accusations were false, what was not even read by then. I’ll have to prove everything that everyone, except her family and her actual boyfriends, knows about her or, in other words, they are obligating me to throw the shit on the fens if I want to keep seeing my son in a way he could understand my presence.

Para Jana II

First of all: I didn�t know I had become so important as to deserve an entire post to translate my comment.

No, I didn't translate your comment. I did answer it. You are important because you are the devil's advocate here, the only one. Since no other responsible person would be at this paper, defending a mother who is attacking a two years boy, her own son. A mother who is seeing her son getting to the hospital so frequently and, by such angry of her past or because that son is responsible for several NOTS in her life, whenever it is, continuously private her son of the good care his father could give him or almost permit that we have a normal coexistence.

You completely misunderstood what my intentions were when I wrote that comment.

I can't relay on intentions, what's important is what you wrote as it isn't important my ex-wife's intentions, what's important is what she's doing to our son. But as the devil’s advocate, you and the beast should know that the hell is full of good intentions.

I didn�t mean to justify any attitude of your ex regarding your son, even though I think she�s right.

Could you explain why you are the side of someone doing what my ex-wife is doing to a defenseless child? Take care, because I'm not asking about what she could be doing to me or to my actual wife. I'm asking why you think our son should suffer the way he's suffering, including it's physical and emotional sufferings.

That's my question: Why our son should pay for anything I or her mother have done one day? That's not about judging me or punishing me. I suffer, but I am an adult, our son not, he can't even understand what's going on.

I just answered Di�s question about the reasons why your ex might be angry at her. And I did something else: I gave you both an advice, a useful and precious one, but if you don�t want to take it and don�t want her to take it, it�s a problem of yours. BUT I STILL THINK YOUR EX AND YOUR SON ARE NONE OF DI�S BUSINESS.

Sorry. You, that are being paid by me to work in the time you read my blog (your boss could not like it, but I know, public job, you work only if you desire), you are using money from the poor people to help my ex-wife doing this to our son, so you are co-guilty.

Please stop writing in English, because it�s getting boring. Next time you do it, I'll comment in Portuguese and you�ll have to translate it all again, just the way you did on "Mr. Jana" post. If only you could put the words together properly...

I do write in English because a friend that’s sharing his feelings with me is interested that I share my feelings also and he can’t read Portuguese yet, but as he is ready to move here, he is interested in learn it, so you can comment in Portuguese if you want.