Ñe'ẽ

More than words... A tragedy in Brazil!

Firstly, it was the colonizers - Portugueses and Spanishs. Then, Catholic church. Later, farmers and cattlemen-landowners (well, leaseholders... inasmuch they took possession of wide territories which before belonged to Indians), passing for young bourgeois criminals who lit native people on fire alive (supposing be dealing with a indigent - honestly, a ridiculous excuse!). Finally, both government and police... All accomplices to native Brazilian indians extinction.

Well, their enemies are many. Indirectly, they are even more copious... society, included! - after all, silence implies consent. Nevertheless, a huge repercussion took place on social networking in the last days. Even though just online (and so late!)... It's something!

Tired of fighting for the right of living in their own land, the entire Brazilian tribe Guarani-kaiowa (a community of 50 men, 50 women and 70 children) decided to commit mass suicide. It's pitful and regrettable the incompetence of  Stade towards their cause.

A genocide has happened since the discovery - many murders, besides living waiver, from Indians. It's not difficult to understand their intends once we give their concept of live its rightful relevance. Thus, we will understand all complexity and difficulty of their Teko Porã (welfare) nowadays. Furthermore, grasping their reasons, we'll learn more about word, the true and soul based on it (for them, Ñe'ẽ - soul word; for us, something worthless, once we are used to not keep promises). 

So, considering their letter announcing their extermination, we must not wait another thing by them - unless Brazilian powers don't let the worst achieve... Hellooooo! Somebody there?!

Sincerely, for me (from the bottom of my heart), the life of these 170 persons is more significative and also important than the ones of our 531 federal deputies or even of the hundreds owners of farms located in Mato Grosso do Sul. Or all them together!

Read more about Indigenous Peoples in Brazil,  and the threat. 
(an integral text, in Portuguese, here)

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To get to know some related noted cases:

Marçal de Souza Tupã-Y (1920 -1983)

Chico Mendes (1944 - 1988)

Galdino Jesus dos Santos (1952 - 1997) 

Dorothy Stang (1931 - 2005)

moi

(et moi et moi et moi)

À plusieurs personnes, cela est le plus (beau, fort et) important mot au monde.

Bon, en considérant que, à son avis, l'univers tourne autour de son propre nombril... Ça ne me surprend pas!

C'est la vie. 

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untouchable?

Breaking the ice, mollifying a rock heart person (closed in his almost impenetrable bubble), in order to win it... What a challenge!

Nevertheless, nothing is impossible. Fortunately, love always speaks louder.

(Good for us! - one year later... ♥)

with all heart

Love, the best gift of all.

Near or away, only a "thanks" may be enough, when sincere.

Simple actions can change the world; a few words, too... Always help.

smooth biter

Boys have a penis, girls have a vagina - everybody knows... even children(!) This is a gospel!

So, when I discovered that, in French, vagina is masculine (a masculine word), I confess I was very astounded... After all, something so feminine would deserve a more delicate classification.

In my opinion (and head), things related to woman are in feminine grammar gender. It has been obvious... by now!

Un vagin - mon dieu! Il samble qu'il mordre! (bon, quelques fois, oui)

C'est la vie!

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Taking the opportunity, my favorite campaign of all:

a la italiana

I just realized that in Italian I’m more than only ‘Vanessa’: Bruna, Bianca, Carina.

By the way, due to my (European + Brazilian) features, it is said I look like an Italian woman. So, it would not has been impossible being some kind of inspiration for Leo work?!

Who doesn't want to have his own image immortalized? However, I’d rather to be someone’s muse at the present moment, even not represented in an art product, but being only in this person's mind and stand by his side in a lovely way... forever. 

Forse un Italiano, perche no?!

transcending ideas

Words simply flows in his mind. He has sang both beautiful and smart verses as far back as I can remember. A perfect combination between writing and sound, structure and spelling, meaning and significance... That is the Arnaldo Antunes's music.

He have touched me so deep, always saying something about my present or past moments - home, life, love, desire, all feelings… His works seems me intensely complete, although I haven't read everything written by him. It's not necessary, though. I'm already convinced about.

I admit I didn't know this his last job live recorded in his own house last year to its full extent before going to see him in Circo Voador yesterday night. In fact, incredibly: I hadn't seen a entire concert of him yet, until now (in that unforgettable occasion).

Despite many (crazy) people don’t like him, I love his odd style. I don't quit to struggle for saying: it’s doesn’t do any good… for me, “tá consumado”! [Room and board - laundry too... After all, as its job's names already says: A casa é sua!]

My kingdom for knowing in what are he thinking about right now...even whitout saying anything using his unmistakable voice - my favorite one, inclusively!

not good as his bad words

ONCE UPON A TIME in our History a period when signatures were not necessary, only a simple word was enough to believe in somebody. Well… It happened, a long time ago(!), though.

Nowadays, NOBODY should do agreements without be full sure of who is the other person with who is doing it. In detail: the signature is fundamental. That is to say that our WORD doesn’t worth so much anymore (almost nothing, indeed). 

Surreal this… We simply CAN’T trust in which people say, only in their acts: what they sign on (or proof in another way that is true). Not even in which some individuals write they will do it is secured anymore...

Not so far, in my time, a word given was a fulfilled word (even by mouth). Unfortunately, it doesn’t work like this anymore… Even so, in my opinion, someone who does not keep its words doesn’t deserve any respect.

So, finally, when and in whom we can trust? I REALLY don’t know.

Lately, people are not what they say, but what they do. However, they are unpredictable. Honour is something that many of them don't care about. It "simply" doesn't matter anymore... UNBELIEVABLE!

[Oh, God!]

annoyances

 Maybe it was merely coincidence, nevertheless was so intense that I’ve wondered myself about which reason made it happens to me.

Firstly, was a frustrating disregard with my professional dedication, then, a incredible irresponsibility even working (or pretending to) for a both interesting and important job. Not enough, was an injudiciousness and a stab on my back from who I provided some status, besides put inside my circle of friends. Finally, a default due to a lack of character, not at work at this time but worst: chez moi.

Many 'miss'es along the way… Now, as a result I have another one: I miss good people around me, my real friends. They are the best medicine to heal (and forget) these bad things that haunt me.

carta ao tempo

Tanta coisa para ser dita, mas como? Muito tempo já passou e nos distancia... Como fazer da melhor maneira, explicando toda (boa) intenção, pedindo ajuda na condução dos fatos... uma mão – apoio e carinho.

A vontade é não importunar, nem criar conflitos, mas agregar, realizar um sonho. Será que fui clara? Precisaria falar de outro jeito? Poderia eu ser mais explícita, ou deveria me resguardar?

São dúvidas suficientes para me deixar confusa, ansiosa, mas de coração aberto, cheia de garra, como é de praxe. Infinitos rascunhos e, ainda sim, temeria errar. Mas o que vier, vem bem, pois será como TEM que ser - por pior que seja, é a realidade.

Aguardo então um retorno... Breve? Certo? Ou ficarei eu no vácuo de minhas palavras? O roteiro desse "filme" é tão imprevisível quanto o futuro. O que me aguarda, só Deus sabe! Mas o bom é que, de um jeito ou de outro, o universo sempre conspira a favor.

dom da palavra

Nunca fui santa – longe disso! Tenho em mim virtudes e defeitos como qualquer um. Mas um pouco mais de espiritualidade não faz mal a ninguém. E esse é o momento, minha hora.

Já faz certo tempo que sinto por estar afastada de minha religiosidade, embora tente praticar minha fé de outra forma, mais pessoal. Minha maneira de conversar com Deus (se é que ele existe, e o que representa para mim) é pela palavra, olhar, reflexão.

Ando longe do meu mala (que eu mesmo fiz), das sadanas, mas não de meu caráter, desejo pelo bem, compaixão e amor. Quero retomar isso tudo agora, dedicar-me, e carregar comigo de hoje em diante esse hábito tão auto-suficiente, fundamental.

Muito importante agradecer, e isso costumo fazer bastante. Básico. Tenho pensado tanto na vida, e sempre chego à conclusão que sou uma sortuda que só tem a reconhecer as oportunidades a mim ofertadas. A última coisa que quero e preciso é orar só no aperto. É péssimo, mas as pessoas assim apelam.

Colhemos o que plantamos - nisso eu acredito muito. Então, passarei a cuidar mais de um dom em mim canalizado. Serei mais rigorosa na maneira como passarei à diante mensagens, opiniões, toda sinceridade do mundo que me habita. Meu poder está na palavra.

Junto às dádivas vem a responsabilidade de saber como lidar com elas. Nem todo mundo está preparado para a verdade, e isso não é demérito, mas uma situação. Condição minha de levar à diante o quê, como e quando for necessário.

Cada um sabe a dor e a delícia de ser o que é. Sinto-me abençoada! (e feliz por ter escolhido a comunicação como ofício, agraciada com meu ascendente em Gêmeos, e a predominância de Ar nos meus 20 elementos astrais - mas isso é assunto para OUTRO post...)

palavras ao vento

As pessoas não imaginam o poder que suas palavras têm. Acho que é por isso que mentem, enganam e iludem as outras. Tudo aquilo o que é dito, em princípio, deveria ser verdade.

Palavras emitidas geram energia, têm força própria. E se acreditamos naquilo que nos é dito? Deveríamos, não?! Não. Nem todo mundo tem consciência do que fala, como fala e para quem está falando.

Saint-Exupéry, num trecho de seu best-seller infantil 'O Pequeno Príncipe' deixou para a posteridade a clássica frase: “Tu te tornas eternamente responsável por aquilo que cativas”. Concordo com ele. Devemos ter cuidado com quem gosta e acredita na gente.

Acho uma covardia se utilizar de palavras para envolver o outro numa atmosfera de inverdades. Não entendo e não vejo motivo para se agir assim - e se for comigo, principalmente. Não tem por quê. Cada um que carregue o peso de seus anseios, suas vontades e sua fraqueza sozinho, ou que brinque com quem não se importa. Eu, detesto ser enganada.

Queria tanto que as pessoas cumprissem suas promessas, ou que ficassem caladas. Seria melhor que nada dissessem ao invés de alimentar falsas esperanças com suas palavras sem fundamento. Poupem a mim e ao vento, que também trabalha à toa.