warmly

Specially now (while seeing everybody at sea course), when questioned about what I miss the most, the answer is simple and comes easily: the beach.

Summer culture, carioca life style... hot season, taking a dip, sun on skin, friends to have a draft (actually, many...), to enjoy music and the city - with swing. Carnival, I love you!

Finally, the family to heat my heart.

Saudades, Brasil!

perfect!

How could they haven’t had invent it before? An aluminium bottle beer - simply terrific!

It doesn’t break as a glass common one, it’s better to catch and keep it cold, besides being 100% recyclable. A green dutch idea: I’m loving it!

Glass - a glacial past after that!

cobbler, stick to thy last

Sorry, but I find queer see a fat sportiest. Simply there is no harmony! By the way, which phenomenon has happened to Ronaldo, making him round? I wonder if the “Baiacu” effect (due to lots of quadrate beer)...

Of course he has been an excellent football player (and nobody can doubt or discuss about that!) but it was in the past, though. Not even can he goes after the ball anymore! I realized he has been having, inclusively, some difficulty to walk. Lamentable.

How has he still been playing under these circumstances? Seems that would be easier if he could roll in stead of running. At the moment, he is supposed to be at least as athletic as Junior, Dunga, Romário, Leonardo or Felipão - who are all quite older than him and ended their careers a long time ago.

Frankly, I reckon it is unacceptable once he has all structure not to be like that (financial - not psychological, indeed). Furthermore, he used to be some kind of inspiration for many children. However, something which kids don't need are weight patterns nowadays. Actually, nobody does…

From now, perhaps a good marketing action won't be a Ronaldo’s doll, but a (type of) ball. Why not? - after all, every Jack to his trade. Retired of Brazilian Football Team, maybe he could be futurely our coach… Since he hasn’t to run with the ball, it’s ok!

pretty beach, but low profile

(in reason of nobody knows who she truthfully was - not even her real name!)

In fact, she used to be high profile (because has been famous). However, her face can’t be seen on TV anymore… If she is still on men’s mind, I think so! - after all, television is a (false and faked) fantasy that doesn’t show the dark side of reality - her nonsense and slovenliness.

After a painful surprise against me, I'm sure she is bearing the chances of her (ill) fortune - now, taking care of people's head (in the exact meaning of the expression). So, limited like that, she doesn't convince altogether as before(!).

*I don’t know (more) nor do I care…

da onça

(actually, they are birds of a feather!)

How much evil could affect somebody? Envy is, without doubt, one of the worst feelings that someone can experience - mainly when is from someone who SHOULD wish our happiness, and doesn't take us as an "adversary".

Unfortunate is who tastes its own medicine. Selfish, remaines grieved - and, as a result, stays (always) behind, worried about others’ happiness (or trying to hamper it).

 

With me, in vain… In fact, this act just strengthen me!

An indubitable reminder: the evil that men do lives after them.

wearing of the green

(the hope color)

Lá Fhéile Pádraig - finally a good news (and energy!) against the "descarrego" session above...

Today is Saint Patrick’s Day, an important holiday mainly in Ireland. So, I’m going to drink some beer to celebrate!

My faith is more powerful than all these stumbling blocks. I’m not going to became worn away, just go ahead and leave all these ill things behind (me).

What will be will be! - with or without backing.

ré, confesso

Acredito que uma das piores sensações do mundo é ter que confessar algo que se fez errado (ou se tentou fazer), e conscientemente. A racionalidade disso está em assumir, vai se fazer o quê?!

Sempre achei melhor dizer a verdade, praticar o bem. E por MUITAS vezes me dei mal fazendo isso, acreditem. Ontem, para minha surpresa, foi tudo o contrário...

Por um instante alcoólico quis me aproveitar de uma situação, e o rumo da história tomou um norte vergonhoso, mas sensato. No fim, tudo acabou bem e ganhei minha cerveja tão desejada.

Claro que não me orgulho de ter agido como uma (digamos) ‘fora da lei’, porque não sou assim. Tive a certeza de que sou uma pessoa de bem, por mais que o diabinho fale mais alto às vezes. Cai e tentação e não foi legal.

A moral de alguém está ligada a sua dignidade. Saber lidar com as fraquezas internas com TODA a franqueza possível é mérito, poucos conseguem. E debatê-las, menos ainda. Não nego minhas intenções.

Apesar dos ‘pesares’, sinto-me uma vencedora *(por mais que ainda esteja de cabeça baixa). E aprendi (minh)a lição, mesmo que tenha perdido os amigos, mas não a piada.

Nem quando tento, consigo cometer um 'crime'! Amadora - e chinelona ("roubar" cerveja, mesmo que como recompensa, é a derrota).