for every thing there is a season

When we are in our twenties, we love to be always surrounded by friends, to share everything with... even our room, the apartment, our entire lives and home. However, growing up, things change. Mates too. 

Privicy is required, then. Being in forties, in couple, married, with a family formed, it's not the ideal live in some kind of tree house, accomodated like in a camping, as teenagers, in an eternal immature party(life). 

Time passes... Ok, unless you are an indian, a hippie, a member of alternative communities, a junkie, or if you are VERY broken to have autonomy, you are not going to agree. It's nonsense, com'on!

Helloooo! Welcome to adult normal life. 

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Divorced, with kids, as showed in La Galère (a big house divided by four women and their children), I sincerely suspect that it doesn't work anyway... After all, in fiction everything looks great.

Maybe, in the seventies, in a place as Les Résidences Soleil, community life might be a coherent option.

by now

The only possible change is letting my hair grow.

For me. For love.

Probably, for the last time.

My choice, as a last sigh of youth. To end a long life stage.

It worths it. 

 

avec beaucoup d'amour

Comme le temps passe rapidement! 
(presque six mois depuis notre mariage déjà...)

Nous sommes plus heureux que jamais. Alors, on profite de cette bonne phase pour remercier à tous amis et parentés pour votre générosité et affection.

Cela restera pour toujours en nos cœurs.

Merci! ♥

in tecnicolor

It’s terrible to say, but it’s true: Even some friends are more worried about where do you aim at, besides how far you are intending to go, than help you to arrive there, wherever it be…

Another verification: when it’s time to celebrate conquests, everybody wants to participate. However, when it‘s necessary co-operation to succeed, not always people who you expect will take part of it.

Thus, pratically alone, both tired and a little upset,  I admit I care, while I'm trying not to express any sorrow. Later, of course I will overcome that!  - I hope that smiling, along with (a) good partner(s), supporting you by my side. 

Right now, I’m in a mutant phase, my “Tecnicolor” moment.  

Please don't you ever ask me things I wouldn't like to talk about
It's time to get in touch with things, we always used to dream about

I'll take a train in technicolor
Come along be nice to me my girl
Through the window, the nice thing on earth will pass by
Moving slowly
Though the wide screen I'm gonna see me kissing you babe
In tecnicolor
 
Oh ! What a nice film we would be, if only you could come with me
It's time to get in touch with things we only used to care about
 
I'll take a train in technicolor
Come along be nice to me my girl
Through the window, the nice thing on earth will pass by
Moving slowly
Though the wide screen I'm gonna see me kissing you babe
In tecnicolor

baby phase

Well, ten years ago were the graduation ceremonies and memorable parties the major reason to celebrate; nowadays, alternatively, has occurred a baby boom in my friends circle - fact which deserves sublime happiness. On the other hand, it worries me.

Of course in our (early) twenties, many of us (began to have or) had children. However, nowadays, in (almost) thirties (or a little more yet), that situation makes me wonder myself if I’m delayed  about that, or, rather: if it will happen to me - and when.

Time runs… Some ‘nephews’ (sons of my generation people) are turning 10 this year! Many closer friends already have two kids inclusively! Other have been pregnant or have given birth recently... I reckon it hasn’t been the best time to live that - and I would regret if I had already had one, I admit.

Looking through the biological point of view, within the next years I must decide if I want to form a family, or not. Then, it will be my turn to become mother… and I hope that with a good husband by my side to take care of me and my offspring (after all, storks only bring us the babies, don't make them!).

tears-welled eyes

Lately, I’m getting everything under my skin. I’m deeply sensitive. It’s happening exactly what Zeca Baleiro sings:

“Ando tão à flor da pele que qualquer beijo de novela me faz chorar”

Not only watching soap operas… I’ve cried with both movies and news on TV! Recently I was in tears while Wall-E was playing - yes, an animation to fun children! Impressing.

Yesterday I was moved by seeing the prince asking the princess if she was happy with their wedding… So cute (soul-stirring - I would say).

Perhaps it is occurring with me in reason of many doubts, some needs… much sensibility with no target. Besides being woman - which helps a lot too, I confess.

By any means, sometimes I wonder my self if I really hit rock bottom this time or if it is a mere heavy phase that I‘m passing through. Maybe. I hope that it comes under another head.

Let’s wait to see what is reserved for the next chapters - with or without tears.

pronto!

In a country on the top of most part of research about worldwide spent of time online, where, likewise, each one person has one mobile, its people prefer to have a television than a bathroom at home! No, I‘m NOT joking, it IS true! This place (not to say 'planet') exists and it is not distant…

Believe it or not, these data are ascribed to Brazil! In my unusual moment right now, even being a Brazilian citizen, I’m thwarting these statistics. Being (almost) incommunicable, I’m a complete E.T. nowadays!

Without both TV and cell phone, if I have not my neighbour’s (free) internet either (God, thanks I can take and use it!), I would be lost… or, “better”, I would be a LOOSER for the present youth patterns. 

Because of this behaviour, we are suffering of connectivity's stress - the need to be online fulltime (among other things). Not only this, but it takes money… and who is paying this bill? (here, in addition, unfortunately, everything related of communication is still very expensive!)

Well, I'm paying through my nose for the changes I'm living now.

dreary season

No men as angels, super heros, Roman imperators, Grecian gods, policemen, fake Jesus, rock stars, crossdressers (as White Snow, - my favorite one!), European princes or soccer players, nor the foreign tourists (even the dutch ones) can cheer up me.

All my plans were transferred, procrastinated… I runned a lot to do everything in a correct way and, now, I simply don't know what should I do. My mind, my thoughts, my will are not here yet. I’m just waiting my soul reach me back.
 
I can't do anything against it, apart from try to keep going ahead... in spite of being difficult, almost impossible react at this moment, right now! I've suffered quietly not to be boring for the others who don‘t deserve this sorrowful energy.

Astonished (in the worst term), I simply can’t pretend to be happy celebrating a festivity that I wouldn’t like to witness it! I'm sad, still aghast at so much bad luck, crookedness… I deplore this situation and just wish leave it behind.

My life wasn’t to be like this right now, but it is, though… terrified by pirates, robbers, rogues, swindlers, scoundrels, vagrants… ops! Are there costumes for these last? Well, firstly something derived from ‘rock’, then a jew next to a martial arts pretender boy, and finally an ogre. This is a freak show! - not a reason to be joyful, glad and light-hearted, unfortunately.

March waters

It rains more than enough and everything I want is staying at home, resting quite tranquil, recharging my batteries… That this have a good cry  (in Portuguese: lavem minha alma! - necessary). 

Thus, “São as águas de março fechando o verão, é promessa de vida no meu coração”.
(a classic verses of Tom Jobim through Elis' voice that represent this moment)

When will begin the next season, PLEASE? (I'm awaiting anxious!)  

vai, vai

 

I’m trying(!), but all the parades seems so crowded, so confused… This event's structure in Rio is not still enough - at least for me: a boring adult who takes a dim view of having to pee on the streets, or look desperate for some (dirty) toilet… (*I avoid the port-a-potty ones - I simply CAN'T - sorry!).

Furthermore, my mind is not still here. I admit that I left my heart and my thoughts there, in the other side of Atlantic Ocean… I’m here just by (bad) chance… Unfortunately. Even the festivities are not going to make me feel like carnival. Although is good some kind of fun to take me off this frustration, I guess I wont enjoy so much at this time.

It’s my (unhappy) period… Everybody has yours(!). 

"la ra rara, la ra rara... la ra rara, rara"

eco pee

Using to advantage that peeing "is in fashion" here right now...

I saw this idea/project/proposal to peeing while taking shower and I have decided to support the campaign. Actually, I've been done that a long time... It wont be a new action for me.

Sorry to the men who, although they always do it standed in front of the toilet, don't understand us about relaxing completly under the water (since you heard the sound of water falling). Therefore, I really disagree that it is quite nasty.

Besides its eco purposes (known from now), I'm sure that drunk people also do that, but as a consequence of another need... After all, it's necessary.

my life in a box

(not only one, but some… and suitcases, inclusively!)

I’m packing myself…

I could say I’m am 'in box' period of my life - strange and new. However, it is (at least) an optimistic time. Changes are good to make things better - not only which is going through a bad way, but something that is ok too (after all, everything could be improved a little!).

Classifying things by its importance and usefulness is an interesting exercise that I did only twice (and I hope it will be not necessary many more times…) Due to this break’s mean, it’s is also a sad time of memories and laments.

For sure I’m going to pack these unhappy feelings, hence don’t remain any space for it.

My moment is different, unique… I'm at my moving-hour.

Hey, ho, let’s go! Bon voyage.