happy 66!

It's Bowie's birthday, but the gift is ours:

Releasing the single ‘Where Are We Now?’ besides announce his new album ‘The Next Day' - the first in a decade(!).

What an excellent surprise in this current internet time, social networking fever! None whispers about that... Amazing.

In the real analogical life, a treat for old school fans, who still buy vinyls and books of/about him - as us! (recent buyers, including). 

Red more:

David Bowie sinaliza uma volta a Berlim
David Bowie to release new album, with surprise single out now

love means no shame

Well, everybody recognizes that, once in love, we do crazy things. Passion makes us behave as insanes.

Yes, a romance may turn you into silly person, a fool of you! Sometimes, even exposing you to ridicule while declaring yourself flamed.

And you know what? You don't care (actually, maybe, just until this state of euphoria end... blow out. Then, you might repent it. Anyways, you live it intensely, with all your heart and soul.).

Public declarations of love, photos, phone calls, sms and messages... cute gestures, cherished statements.

Towards both of you, but it can contaminate others... everybody! After all, this is delightful, pleasurable, ineffable, gratifying. Not tawdry, indeed.

If the happiness of the others bothers people, probably they are 'un'- or badly loved. Unfortunately, it happens oftentimes! Therefore, I wish them for 2013 to find their other half. Having a hubby is the best medicine in this case. Seriously.

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novelty! (like it or not) 

Having said that, I can say I love Montreal, its four well-defined seasons - ergo: snow during the winter (despite that sometimes may be too much).

It's something new for me, and for my friends and family. To all of those to whom it is not understandable, I do not give a shit!

Lots of photos will still be posted (such as on Facebook), liked, and commented as well. Many texts will also be written about that once in a while - whether they mean to or not. 

For some, boring; for others, magic!

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ame e dê vexame!   
(in a loud and clear Potuguese)

Luis Fernando Veríssimo said: "...eu desconfio que a única pessoa livre, realmente livre, é a que não tem medo do ridículo". So do I. 

Hence, please, DO NOT feel embarrassed for me. My love and happiness are not worthy of your empathetic embarrassment. I absolutely do not deserve that!

I am, in fact, very well (enough) - with all my utterances and exposure. And you? 

 

winter memories

photo: Fanny Perret

We'll never forget the first snowstorm we witness... Freezing, wet, white, it's something! At the same time, it may be awesome for who is not used to. Become beautiful to foreign eyes... A romantic souvenir, even if chaotic.

All novelties turn us into a kid. That is wonderful, although all damage and trouble caused by this worst blizzard occured in Montreal area in December.

to the future!

I'm not stuck in old memories, bygone loves.

I don't want back in my life failed stuff of yore. Overcome, I turn the page, clear the stage.

Alternatively, I prefer to move on, try something refreshing, find new people...

A start from scratch is thriving, full of different possibilities!

While others look for their past, receding, I go forward. 

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I avoid anchors(men - not saying sailors or presenters), I'm all for balloons (ones).

exorcising ghosts

Spreaded wings against bother! 
(ou, o pulo da gata... )

Care and sweetness prevail, aim higher in heart.

Nothing better than a a new love to replace an old one.

Bye!

people under the stars

Maybe, there is nothing worse than reach a fourth place in an Olympiad. ALMOST there...). Well, maybe the Silver Medal has the same taste.

Gold is winner, runner-up means you lost the first place, and it's great when you got the bronze because, fortunately, you are between the three champions. 

It happened a lot in London with Brazilians and with Canadian athletes too (being ALMOST there...). What a pity! 

But that’s part of the game! Sport are like that: in its never-ending spirit of challenge, if you lose today, win tomorrow (in words of Daisaku Ikeda).

I hope in Rio things go better!

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Le Concours international d'art pyrotechnique de Montréal: I admit I haven't known about that since I started to listening fireworks presentations a few days ago.

Despite not being a novelty for people from here (actually, even for me, who is used with the reveillon at Copacabana Beach), the final of the 28th edition, tonight, had another taste for both of us: 

30 minutes of love (after all, better than just watch it, it's french while the show happens, lightened by it, besides a beautiful full moon!). So romantic!

About the competition, by itself, to tell the truth, we don't care about who won... In fact, the victory is ours.  

different strokes for different folks

Everytime I feel their sarcastic smile, criticizing me because my inexperience in walking on ice or snow, I remember of them, wiping-out in waves of the rough Ipanema sea...

I slid, I fall, I laugh, I get up and restart again (nice and slowly). Hilarious!

I'ts all about practice... Everything is new now, but I'm getting used to.

Wait for that. Soon!

nouveauté

À Montréal:

   de la neige 

+ de la bonne humeur 

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= des gens qui viennent d'arriver

*Je suis contente (comme un enfant), je confesse. 

enfin

La première neige on n'oublie jamais!

Je suis contente!

Je me sens comme un enfant... je confesse.

mermaid feelings

Like a child! Further: for the first time... I owned.

Having a bathtub at home is SO fun. I feel myself as a mermaid inside.

Vanity, peace and water and body contact - a perfect relaxing moment (alone...)!

*Maybe, later, in couple, it will be even better...

ma vie en rose

I'm sure we can chose the color of our lives - both the saddest and the most happy one. It s up to us!

So, after special changes, for instance, I decided not to have my kitchen utensils orange anymore. By the way, nothing against Holland… on the contrary! However, I have already come a long way.

From now, I'll take it easy and restart seeing this (current) world through (my) child's eyes. Thus, for me everything is all right again - even if it said it is not all a bed of roses.

Actually, living in (a) Rosemont (réal), finally I guess it may be - at least for my new stuff, besides the romantic language I've learned and the opportunity to be happy.

Here, I definitively feel satisfied.

bad luck?

No, the good one - please!

It’s said that August is the month of misfortune…  I hope that, living a second summer during this period (along with so much novelty…), this prediction isn’t real.

Nothing better than good vibrations to smooth away the difficulties (in colloquial Portuguese we use the slang 'uruca' (derivative from the word 'urucubaca').

a honey moon period

My current moment is quite atypical!

I’ve never thought I will be able someday to eat things with mustard and enjoy their taste. I really don’t know what is happening with me… However, it’s a good moment of changes. And I like novelty, the unexpected.

I didn't found the three new Ruffle’s flavours in Rio so I tasted it in Porto Alegre and I’m “simply” amazed, specially with the Eduardo's invention: the honey + mustard one! - Exotic, it’s even better than both Strogonoff(les) and Yakisoba(aaaa), the others. It’s delicious, such as those special periods you pass along who you are in love with.

I vote for him! Oops… for that: honey moon… stard! Do him a favor too voting here.

By the way, I’m involved with mustard now, as never before. A sweet moment for me…

predisposition

First, the mustard was just a silly excuse to offer as a gift this local souvenir from where I was born. Now, on the contrary, it represents the first step of some changing. 

I used to hate it! Lastly, I let myself tasting  and, much to my surprise, I enjoyed it more than never before…(!)  So much the better, because I admit that in both cases, there are ulterior motives.

It’s difficult to say whether we are ready for novelties. Changes are hard. Sometimes, it’s just a simple issue to be opened to try… experiment. However, sometimes miss courage to do that.

No calls or invitations. So, take it easy: let’s begin with the mustard sauce, shall we?!

my own saint

For the first time in my life I can say loud and clear: I have a saint of mine. It is Saint Nicholas. In this way, he seems being not so famous, but used to be also called Santa Claus (Sinterklass in Dutch). Ok… now is easy to recognize him – after all, who doesn’t know who is the Father Christmas? – unfortunately, diffuse around the world by Coca Cola’s Christmas advertisings since 1931, which changed his look by the hands of Haddon Sundblom.

On the other hand, he is known because of his life, the good example set by him – chiefly as a result of he has done, that until nowadays serve us as a lesson, a model of charity and goodness. It is inspired in his story that I’m trying to lead my life as of now through the best way and reach the elevation of the mind to God by my good thoughts and acts. All this, in addition to visiting his house everyday – to thank him in loco for the present opportunity unique and also his help.

In my case, this prayer is individual. Nobody can do it for me… over and above most part of people simply doesn’t understand me or believe on that, or worst: not even know who he was! It happens in the best of families. In mine, everybody has yours and their rituals, so why I couldn’t have my personal one? Yes, I can… and I do! Bless me.

Amen!

start it over

New year, new life.

Sometimes seems necessary dive into the past to make possible a future free of ghosts. Revisit old drama and some questionings to start anew, practically from the scratch... empty mind, without disturbing feelings. No doubts.

It's like clean out the closet: you should vacate shelves to put new things on it. When I say that, it doesn’t mean fill in with problems, though. Actually, leave soul fresh, clean, to receive good vibrations, new ideas and inspiration.

Why not a new love? A disengaged heart allow that happens.

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extraordinary

Still about love... there's nothing like having sex with whom you like!

Casual, just by convenience or desire happens a lot and it’s also pretty good, but when your heart beats stronger, making you bat your eyes… for sure it’s much better! It’s different because you’re making love!

A special moment, unique, rare nowadays – when what matters is quantity rather than quality. More and more, people haven't giving themselves up in relationships... including sex (exactly in this moment that is the most intimate of all).

To conclude, maybe I'm the last romantic.

quase lá

Em outubro é que nos damos por conta que o ano praticamente já acabou.

E é fato que quando um ciclo inicia outro termina... Comigo funciona assim e não seria diferente agora.

2010 foi difícil, transitório, incompleto. Agora, tudo se prepara para o novo.

Animada, dou um passo para o futuro. Venha 2011!

intimidade é foda

A mula já deve ter rugido sobre anteriormente...

Utilizando-me da afirmação do meu melhor amigo de que o casamento te dá o melhor sexo do mundo, apesar da menor frequência, concluo o pensamento “culpando” a intimidade por isso. Ela é ambígua, pois te aproxima, embora repulse. É um perde (tesão) e ganha (respeito).

Num relacionamento, pode ser ela algo racional, mais próximo do amor, da certeza, distanciando-se, então, da paixão. De repente esteja mais para amizade - colorida, of course. Pensei nisso agora... Admito até  não ser nenhum desses dois estados (nem paixão, tampouco amor) que me facilitam uma transa.

O conhecimento e a falta de pressa, próprios de quem é íntimo de alguém, possibilitam encontros. Sentir-se à vontade, sem nenhuma cobrança, confiar e ter segurança, apesar de nenhum compromisso, são estimulantes. Pode-se arriscar, experimentar - sem medo.

Não ter vergonha ou pudores, justamente por não ser novidade, é um avanço. Mas, confesso que, queria eu conquistar essa tal intimidade passo a passo, da paixão ao amor, com alguém em quem eu acreditasse ser para valer. Não nego, tento quando puder.

old is cool

Well, well well... Tendo Cine e Restart ganhado como “Melhor Banda’ e ‘Melhor Música’, respectivamente, no Prêmio Multishow deste ano, só posso me considerar uma antiquada em termos musicais. Uma vez que gosto do velho e bom rock n‘ roll aos gêneros mais popularescos e rasos que surgem a todo instante e que ganham cada vez mais espaço, estou fora dos padrões de preferência e escolha vigentes hoje.

Tudo bem que a premiação esse ano foi decidida somente por votação online, o que exclui naturalmente o povo mais velho, que não tem o hábito de acessar tanto a internet, quiçá votar... mas fica a crítica. Assim, o gosto do público jovem, mais internético e antenado nesses artistas teen (como eles), com quem se identificam, foi privilegiado. Pessoal mais “das antigas” como Nando Reis, Marcelo D2, por exemplo, não tem vez - são vovôs da MPB pra galera de hoje; Caetano, dinossauro; Roberto Carlos, então, é caveman...! Super démodé (opa, nada a ver!).

Sou old school mesmo, mal conheço diversas das atuais celebridades adolescentes, que a soberana Indústria Cultural enfia goela abaixo desses (não tão) ingênuos novos consumidores em potencial. Uma que começaram suas carreiras recentemente, outra que aposto a maioria ser efêmera - não dá nem tempo de saber quem são antes de aparecer outro tão bombadinho quanto, já na segunda semana estourando na rádio.

Salvem os veteranos "de guerra", aqueles nascidos nos tempos de pouco jabá.

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Rapa...!

Elitista, Multishow tem categoria Sertanejo em sua premiação, mas não tem Rap... Feio isso. A rival MTV é BEM mais democrática nesse sentido - e faz tempo.

O saudoso programa Yo!, criado ainda nos anos 90, que o diga... Foi o responsável pela golden era do estilo. Parabéns a MTV, que é jovem (esse ano faz 20 anos no Brasil) e atende a esse público, mas amadureceu cedo em termos de abrangência musical.

privé(légio)

Já abordei aqui em “A dança do Passarinho”  o esforço feminino em não deixar a peteca cair quando o assunto é sexo. Nessa onda de querer agradar marido, namorado, gatinho, peguete, paquera, "PA", amigo colorido... (o que seja!) as mulheres estão se tornando verdadeiras malabaristas!

Pole, lap e chair dance, artes sensuais, brinquedinhos, creminhos, lingeries... elas estão fazendo de TUDO para incrementar e salvar relacionamentos da mesmice, rotina, marasmo. Ok... válido! Mas até que ponto precisamos nós extrapolarmos dessa forma sendo que transar era para ser algo natural, em que ambas partes envolvidas estão (se) querendo, independente de qualquer ‘extra’?

MUITO cômodo para os homens – que ficam ali de coadjuvantes numa história em que eram para ser protagonistas também, chegando junto, roubando a cena. Viram meros espectadores (ou seria eXpectadores? – somente na expectativa do que as mulheres vão fazer/trazer/inventar de novo desta vez). Tornar o básico extraordinário podia ser preocupação mútua... Desestimulante isso.

Sou a favor de levar para a cama diferenciais para animar festas já manjadas, mas me questiono se essa missão não deveria ser mais compartilhada, se os homens não poderiam ser mais inventivos também. Ou estamos nós exagerando? Pode ser, umas vez que  algumas se frustram com o descaso do outro com as performances programadas, que são ignoradas e/ou pouco valorizadas quando apresentadas. Será que eles estão preparados? São merecedores de tal empenho, tamanho esforço?

Temos que tomar cuidado para não virarmos palhaças, bobas de uma corte sem príncipe encantado, de ogros insensíveis. Eles deveriam levantar as mãos pro céu, agradecendo por terem ao seu lado, na sua frente (na hora H) uma mulher mega disposta a tornar suas noites mais criativas e satisfatórias. Uma boa apresentação que se preze deve ter sempre uma platéia eufórica pelo show... Bobalhões!