"I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin
of all poems,
You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions
of suns left,)
You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look
through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in
books,
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me,
You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self."
(W. Whitman)

I am a writer and when I die people will read my shit. This is important because one day you might find out you are a character in a book of mine, or even worse, there could be a poem dedicated to you. If that happens, I promise I will not tell everybody about that secret you hide in a chest under your bed (now you will put it somewhere else but it does not matter). I do not need to use your secrets to get your attention. Moreover, I definitely do not need appealing mysteries involving heads cut off or naughty lingerie outfits to write something remarkable. Your dreamy eyes will tell me everything I need to know about your deepest wishes, and the first time you loved but kissing was still gross, while all I really longed for was to build a time machine. Do not worry, I do not need to take your stuff. I have enough trouble sorting my own paraphernalia. Altogether I belive when we take the time to share, you talk about your favorite ice cream flavor for instance, or that day when you smoked for the first time, clouds formed a dragon, and you could swear it would breath fire anytime, then I'll hear a click, and will understand something crucial about life, such as why I should have been more patient and waited until you finished your drink before I asked you to dance, but I forgot I never actually knew how to dance, and you were flirting with the bartender anyway, so I had to settle down for the music and the starry night and it was not so bad, but I still miss the jasmine fragrance you wore, or maybe I am just a charming liar, who believes faking his own death would be a nice excuse for a surprise masked party.

Why I’m on Couchsurfing

I am new on chaos-surfing! Currently I'm backpacking in Europe so I hope to make friends and live exotic experiences, I really think couches can be more comfortable than beds sometimes because of the friends we get to make on the process. Besides I was always captivated by the possibility of meeting serial killers (only the harmless types) so if you are a psycho we could talk about our obsessions and the best way to dispose of a dead body (and how to make sure it is really dead). Actually I might have read too much Stephen King, do not listen to me. Anyway, I do not mix with pedophiles, rapists, or people that hurt animals, they are sick and should definitely get help, so if you are into these kinds of things please do not bother talking to me!

Interests

I love a good conversation or book (in fact, they are the same thing). You should know I am a comic book enthusiast as well. I enjoy riding bikes and Japonese food and I am curious about everything, so I tend to ask questions all the time and probably will not be satisfied even with the most complete answers, but I promise to shut up and enjoy the sunset quietly with you. If you are passionate about anything, I will love to hear about it and give my opinion – even if it is completely out of my knowledge feud – which you can politely ignore and go on talking as if nothing embarrassing had happened. I like to keep my cool. I enjoy sharing meaningful moments and living intensely. I am also very spiritual but not religious.

• animals
• writing
• books
• poetry
• singing
• perfumes
• dancing
• dining
• cooking
• partying
• drinking
• music
• backpacking
• surfing

Music, Movies, and Books

I will mention only one for each category, we can expand personally. The music is Moanin' by Charles Mingus; The Movie is Waking Life by Richard Linklater; and the Book is Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman.

One Amazing Thing I’ve Done

Once upon a time I woke up every morning and decided life was still worth living.

Teach, Learn, Share

Yes, please!

What I Can Share with Hosts

I enjoy cooking and don't mind doing dishes and helping with chores. I will ask you for three local band names and show you some Brazilian music if you want to. I have better stories than Sherazade's! I can contribute with expenses too.

Countries I’ve Visited

Argentina, Hungary

Countries I’ve Lived In

Brazil, United States