running

Landscape is changing. Autumn arrived.

Fields have closed due to the end of the season, while I keep running (trying to make up for lost time!).

Time flies... Impressive!

bonded!

Going too far? Too fast?

On the other hand, when it's (so) good, why not profit, get the most out of?!

Being distants, it's hard... Two nights, maximun! Phew, it's enough.

Easy. Excellent. Ripe. Infatuated.

 

close

Actually, much more... ♥

marching

Although I' haven't totally understood yet their cause, I'm convinced that Zombie Walk is an interesting movement. 

(Maybe also influenced by Occupy Montreal) Many people went downtown yesterday. They attended the parade with weird costumes and so much make-up. Big style!

Cool! (or « bizarre! »)

getting shocks

Not because I am an eletric girl... It's static!

Because of the cold temperature, depending on the fabric of clothes, any charge that is built up (when rubbing something), becomes a static shock! 

It happens all the time, with everybody. 

On metro, Ouch! It really hurts sometimes... (even when joing hands - sh*t!)

the folly of love

Which was the biggest one that you have committed?

Probably most part of people will answer something as a huge and extreme change, or even a real madness - indeed. Me, on the other hand, I prefer the little simple things to prove that I've a crush on him.

I sincerely believe that it is possible demonstrate all love I feel through routine acts. As time goes by, inclusively, those are exactly the details which couples used to forget... putting them aside as long as they get along.

Making your partner a sandwich, for example, with all ingredients he likes (and had gone so far so as to buy them!), doing that with all your heart... I'm pretty sure as much as he is going to be pleased, he'll fall in love! - day by day, more and more.

However, if he doesn't, you can try to please him with other "easy" kindness. He is supposed to be charmed by every single thing you do... (at least in the first three months of relationship) and return you both this care and affection.

On the contrary, for sure you can make different things, in order to amaze him... take a extreme resolution maybe, but I don't think it's necessary a so heavy work when love is reciprocal, when both are involved. When we give someone more than other deserve, it's not fair with ourselves.     

Simple as that. It's the law of attraction: it's giving that we receive - and it MUST works. After all, life should be a two-way street. If not, it doesn't worth...

des citrouilles

Partout:

simples assim ♥

O que será (À flor da pele)

Será!

São Nicolau, Dalai Lama, Chico Buarque... todos juntos, em mim.

recordar é viver

Dia das Crianças, e em prol da causa, eu escolho Emília para me representar! (coloquei esta imagem como minha foto de perfil do Facebook, inclusive).

Brasileiríssima, alegre, levada, mas inevitavelmente em retalhos - essa sou eu! (embora seja inevitável não lembrar de minha prima Gisela ao ver a carinha sapeca desta boneca...)

going together

"Plim!"

When it happens, it's fast, easy... It works. Simple.

With no doubt, just the desire to be together, in peace - making love, no war.

Only being anywhere is enough to be fine. At bed, a parc, a bar, at home.

Chez moi ou toi.... doing nothing, making everything. 

This is us, a loving couple.

un délit?

Parc Lafontaine

Un petit gamin fait pipi près d'un arbre.

(Il n'est pas carnaval, c'est l'été des indiens, mais... quand même) Est-il un hors-la-loi?  

Au Brésil, oui, il le serait - n'importe quand. 

Bon, je ne suis pas d'accord avec le mamans que laissent ses enfants pisser partout (surtout les garçons!), mais, quand il faut, il faut...  C'est comme ça, ici ou là-bas!

meetings

That was hunger and the desire to eat put together.

Well, if I nibble all the time... perfect!

It works, at least. It ran... "Plim!"

I'm loving it.

bargain

Many things in life come as a freebie. Maybe even as a gift... We'll see.

I was not expecting win anything. So, everything going extra mile, is a gravy!

I can say I'm lucky. In fact, both of us - 27h is not for anyone.

le français

C'est ça que j'm:

Je parle
Tu ne me comprends pas
Il répond
Nous changeons des experiences
Vous êtes gentils  
Ils rient

(toujours, presque comme ça…)

I'm in love with French, I admit.

J'essaye... parler, comprendre, écouter, répondre correctement, me faire comprendre! Since I arrived in Montreal, and now, mainly because I'm studying it, it's impossible not to say I'm completely involved with the idiom. 

Actually, I used to be when I attended some classes in the past, but it was not so intensive. While interested, it was not the same experience as living in a place where everybody speaks that, where the language is partout!

I fell in love, as a tree leaf fall... naturally. By now, I can say I'm changing (not my color, but the way of my thoughts, et ma vie). By the way, it's already Autumn! 

Well, for sure, it’s another season for me… Why not? Since I’m discovering different things far from home, and blooming as long as I’m not so green anymore. C'est ça... tout a fait!

It’s natural… as being in love, looking for someone before the winter come, wanting and also accepting all changes.

Ça arrive... C’est la vie!

little things which make all the difference

Feeling myself  welcome - Now, more than ever, I’m prizing it (once I’m satisfied with the way which people deal with immigrants in Canada)! Differently I was used to pass in Europe, here, there are not only opportunities, but (and mainly) respect.

Furthermore, other aspect that makes me appreciate this country is its people's kindness. Without a doubt, they are completely different from, for example, most part of Dutchs who I've met in The Netherlands - rude and indelicate when giving short answers, always with no smiles in their faces. 

Although their idiom seems a little brute for us, while, for instance, the Latin ones make us closer (of course), it's not only a matter of language. Even descending from French, Quebec's people are so cute and solicitous - much more beloved than their European ancestors, who, unfortunately, don't have one of the best appealing reputation - at all! Sometimes, inclusively, the anglophonic Canadians seem be even more captivating, but is not a plain fact! Maybe this unfavourably impression is made à cause des mes difficultés et de les particularités du français... Oui, peut-être!

Finally, there are many other reasons which make me believe I’m in the right place right now… Almost feeling myself as in home (or 'chez moi'). My only challenge, the worst one, which impedes me to affirm I’m 100% sure of that, is the winter(!) - that haven’t started yet. Probably, it’s going to be as cruel as colder than any other people in the whole planet! Wow… I wonder myself if Canadians are going to keep joy and so gentle even under less 30 degrees! Well, let's see.

*By now, I would like to excuse myself with Holland and French people, since I love them and their places. However, it's important to be sincere AND, in such case, EVEN WITH NO CRISIS, Europeans generally tend to have so much (related to behavior and mood) to learn with other peoples in order to improve their manners.

everything comes to him who waits

How ineffable (and wonderful) is feel the mix of nervousness and anxiety with excitement while waiting for a call - a special one, of course. This happens due to the butterflies in the stomach, those which make you feel as a 'silly romantic girl' sometimes.

I confess I would like to experiment that sensation more often. Actually, not ‘only’ this, but pass through ALL process related to be involved with someone else who turns you on, and vice versa. By the way, reciprocity is essential to go ahead.

It just works when really ‘plim’! That means, first of all, it's necessary a minimum of chemical attraction, and this phenomenon is totally involuntary. So, thousands of people can call you without (at least) make your heart beat stronger… In other words: we cannot command our own feelings; the fervour of our heart does not depend on our decision.

Thus, I hope he makes by himself the right choice not to waste my precious time, energy and vocabulary with who doesn’t worth!

On the other hand, in a place where you don't have many friends, you await for simple and kind invitations in order to have some company to do something; anything... indeed! You are more opened than usually, leaving some considerable discretions aside.

In this case, it's important take care and avoid any lack or needfulness. After all, in most part of these movements, hurry and quality standards are inversely proportional. So, it's 'dangerous' while being as vulnerable as alone!

Then, all this mess in my stomach starts to arches (and also worry me) a lot...

voulu mais bizarre

As time passed, more and more, I’m sure I’m interested in eccentric men. Although I can’t see anything sexy in a type as Woody Allen, for example, I’m used to be involved with some guys who remind me of him.

Fortunately, it’s possible to say that it’s not his physique which attracts me in my pretenders, but the odd way how he demonstrates his charming intelligence. At least, not so bad… After all, it’s undeniable his geniality! - and for sure that captivates me.

No one would dispute that creative genius and extravagance both get along. On the question of having intellect and sagacity, I confess I’m easily fascinated by - even tolerating a little madness sometimes… Finally, no one is perfect!

With glasses, short, older, shy and a little neurotic… they are almost everything which girls like me tend to avoid. However, at last, to conclude: I honestly prefer a strange one than someone extremely beautiful, but stupid. Furthermore, I don’t care! From up close, nobody is normal (not even me!).

prejudice chain

-  You know, it's not my fault... I prefer not to invite them because my friends may don't like gays.
-  ... (silence) [surprised with the spoiler]
- It's better, don't you understand?!
- Sorry, but you are B-L-A-C-K!
- What?! [rushed]
- It's YOU who don't understand... 
- What?!

- You should NOT be biased. Not you. You simply can't.

-  ... (silence)

- Furthermore, they invited you and you went at their house a few days ago. I REALLY CAN'T BELIEVE IN IT!

This is my point of view. It was against my principles...  Hypocrisy beyond injustice: I plainly couldn't deal with it.

That's why a new friendship just not begin, besides strengthen my old ones.

by force

A sad reality among so much happiness and perfection...

I’ve never thought about rapes or sexual violence in Canada. However, today I was informed that around one in four women has suffered some kind of sexual abuse here, or even attempts, at least once in  her lifetime. “Too much!” - I said impressed to Julie, who attended me in the 2110, giving me some information about sex issues.

Actually, I don’t know if this number is refered only to Montreal (Quebec) or if it is a mean of all their cities. I used to live at easy, calmly, with no worry about that here… until tonight! Coincidently (or not!), a guy tried to grip my arm under a viaduct while by my side. I was a little afraid, without understand what he wanted... and could do with me there. Fortunately, nothing happened due to a lady who passed by bike exactly at that time, disturbing him (and helping me by chance! - Thanks God). 
   
Although Mtl seems being a peaceful and safe city for women, it‘s better pay attention - always! I‘m going to inform myself about who are the men who commit it, the way it occurs here and why. I‘m sure that the reasons (besides the “basic” uncontrollable desire of pervert men) are different for the Brazilians. Let’s verify… and as soon as possible, I’ll write explaining something which is simply inexplicable - inadmissible and unforgivable.

By the way, congratulation to people who help others with these sexual problems, all demages...

Despite implicit, the heaviest scene I’ve ever seen about that was played by Monica Bellucci in the French movie Irréversible. It’s extremely distressing. I hope nobody, experiences it, or undergoes a traumatic similar situation, wherever.

Better if I could help them... So, (hey, ho) let's go!  

l'heure locale

"Em Brasília, 19h", mais ici il est 18h.

Bientôt, toutefois, il aura encore deux heures de plus! Il seront trois heures de décalage horaire, en raison du début de l'heure d'été au Brésil et la fin du même régime ici.

Dans le samedi 15 octobre, il y faudra avancer les montres d'une heure là-bas. Par contre, ici au Québec, le dimanche le six novembre commence l’heure d’hiver, où on recule d'une heure.

   1h (décalage horaire) 
+ 1h (plus au Brésil) 
+ 1h (moins au Québec) 
= 3h de différence

mon conte de fées en français

(avec d'humour noir - bien sür!)

Il était une fois une princesse nommée Raiponce. Quand elle avait douze ans, une sorcière l'a placée dans la tour d'un château entre la forêt. Elle y a restée longtemps en attende le prince charmant à son secours à travers de ses longs cheveux.

À cause que il a tardé pour ramasser elle, la jeune belle a eu beaucoup d'estresse et elle a devenu chauve. Maintenant, avec 18 ans, elle est a l’hopitale pour guérir sa malade. Alors, elle vais avoir que attendre plus de temp pour trouver autre amour, un qui aime des femmes bizarres.

la sieste d'après-midi

Parc Père-Marquette, midi

Ici, c'est comme ça:

Les gens mangent dehors, surtout aux parcs, en profitant de (la fin de) l'été. Et, tout de suite, prennent une sieste.

J'aime ça!

il est passé par ici

Le premier ouragan, on n'oublie jamais!

J'ai eu peur.

Irene a laissé des dégâts sur son passage dans le Canada, et des mauvais souvenirs dans ma mémoire.

[WHOU-OU-OU-OU...]

le temps de dîner au soleil

Square Victoria, midi

C'est l'été! 'Faque', il est le temps de manger dehors, n'importe où.

Ici, différemment qu'en France, on dîne à midi (on déjeune le matin et on soupe en soirée).

Cependant, l'habitude de profiter qu'il fait beau, c'est la même... tout le monde ensemble: collègues de travail, mamans avec leurs enfants, couples etc.

(J'ai l'impression qu'ils le font même plus que nous, au Brésil).

pleuer un bon coup

Elis e Tom Jobim sang “são as águas de março fechando o verão, é promessa de vida no meu coração”. It’s impressing that it occurs even in the north hemisphere, completing a natural cycle.

August is the month which is equivalent to March here… Inclusively, the proper promises are valid - wherever you are. So, let it rain...

And I sincerely hope that they sknow soon! 

another me

Actually the SAME, but improved.

At least, I think so…  once my new version is more versatile, light, opened for new experiences, and ready for any change (or rather… any challenge!). 

And how much I’ve changed…! Getting some advantage to be in Canadá, right now, for example, I just ate bread with chicken and Dijon Mustard, which is finger-licking good. What????? It is exactly what you read: m-u-s-t-a-r-d (I like it, since it is Dijon - only that!). Haven’t I said I am another one? Well, it’s true!

Good reasons to celebrate(!), some beyond my control, besides the personal ones…. The fact is that I decided to stop with soft drinks and other fat stuffs. Furthermore, from now, I’m avoiding mayonnaise (even still loving it) in order to feed myself in a healthier way - by the way… in many respects! 

Let’s wait for the next season to see other natural transformations…

bienvenue!

Usually, in the first-world countries it’s rare see a adults with two children… So, three is practically a miracle! In Brazil, it’s different: anywhere you can meet many infants provided basically by couples with both no instruction and  economical conditions (having much more than two, inclusively).

Here, it’s impossible walk dans les rues and simply ignore the fact that there are many babies in the city. Young couples are procreating… A LOT! A 'baby boom' has happened! 

I like seeing that once I think about my friends who would like to have all this structure and basis to carry their kids whatever they go. In parks, malls, supermarkets, on the streets or metro - they are partout! 

There are as much as pigeons at Copacabana, for example - even more…! It’s not a plague just because they were (and are!) welcome here. Nobody looks at them seeing a problem, even their crying. A 'baby atmosphere' is all over! Everybody helps... It seems perfect.

It’s really nice see my contemporaries forming happy families. Yes: H-A-P-P-Y. Very satisfied. They are not losing anything while having babies. On the contrary… any programming of the parents here includes les enfants. Wonderful for who loves ces petits.

Writing about that right now, I realized some huge difference between quebecoises and bresiliens: I haven’t seem yet kids with babysitters or grandparents. They are always with mama, papa or playing with some family’s friend(s). Everybody enjoys them - wherever!

Definitively, it’s a perfect place to do that. So, let’s practice!

a single problem

Considering a city crowded by children, of course there is a parade of good fathers… REALLY good, indeed! For me, a single lady (mainly today - on The Single’s Day), this is the “worst” part of the city.

By the way, even late (it was yesterday their official day): my compliments for all daddies. Oh, God!    

to whom it may concern

By request: I'm quite fine.

Happiness – it is possible to say that it is the word which resumes what I'm feeling right now, living a dream that came true. A distant place with different possibilities, other opportunities, new people to know... I'm sure it was everything I needed: novelty, a challange.

I sorrow not to be satisfied before. I swear I've tried, though...

From now, a piece of news each day - the greatest one! Await (reading what mule roars...).

l'amour

- je t'aime.
- moi aussi.

(c'est aussi simple que cela...)

half-life

It's a terrible experience when you are obligated to do things by halves just because you are without all your goods. In some cases, it's necessary some kind of juggling to survive only with a half of your stuff.

Imagine reduce your whole life in a mere luggage - everything divided in two suitcases (realize that many concessions were done in order to suit there!). Now, think about the possibility to lose one of them… something you don't expect besides you are not able to acquire that easily again.

Well, IT WAS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED TO ME… !

I'm improvising right now… Furthermore, I'm trying not to panic, although I'm conscious that there is nothing irreplaceable (or rather: excepting water and oxygen, there is nothing which we simply can't live without…).

Unfastening, loosening, altruism, self-denial - I definitively must learn much more about that! (of course while preying to San Expedito to Air Canada find my baggage AS SOON AS POSSIBLE in order to have my complete life again! - at least the part I chose to move on - with me).

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.

putting all troubles away

Who sings do that!

By the way, without a doubt, what United States have produced the best is soul music. North American black people changed the world with their rhythm in 50’s. They inclusively created the Rock n’ Roll. Furthermore, both Blues and Jazz Music… Anything else?  No, only this is enough.

This weekend happened in Arpoador, here in Rio, part of the 9° Bourbon Street Fest 2011. On Sunday and yesterday some excellent artists from New Orleans (the black south city which was ravaged by hurricane Katrina in 2008) presented their shows outside.

I was marvellously surprised when I arrived there on Sunday, after beach and saw a nice audience seated cleanly and neatly, well-behaved, civilized, waiting for the beggining of the shows (which started in late). Seemed like some festivals in European parks. Of course some other individuals (who came late) complained about that, asking them to stand up (because in this way, more people could be in smaller space in front of the stage).

Some minutes later, unavoidably, in view of the circumstances, they attended them, but in order to dance. After all, the music is contagious! Everybody was dancing... It was crowded - the proof that Brazilian people appreciate this kind of international event. It was an excellent initiative to bring more culture and good music… for free.

Unlosable.

... and it is still happening! More information here.

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').

let it shine

Unfortunately, even living in a coast city as Rio, sometimes we tend to forget this mere “detail”… Maybe because the access is so easy that it is necessary little effort to have this facility.  The major loss is the sun energy which give us vigour and a (enviable!) tan colour on the skin.

Every time this happens, I regret to waste all this grace offered for free by nature. I don’t ignore the fact that we are blessed. So, I thank God for that while diving into the sea or when taking some sun shower. After all, both are divine!

It’s also healthy - undeniable. For me, only this is already capable to cure some evils, solve things once give  enough vitality to go on. My tip is to enjoy and take it as hope for better days. As Carrie Ten Boom used to say: “Let God’s promises shine on your problems“. 

Thank you, God! À bientôt, beach.

*I will miss that... so much!

camping at home

All children enjoy playing that. At these days, I have a little less patience, I admit… mainly when in fact it is happening in my real life. As in its 'adult's' beginning, I’m living right now an atypical situation which requires me unfastening.

Although I’m not completely satisfied, I know that it is just a mere period which will pass very fast. Then, I will be able to laugh a lot due to that (soon!), while seeing stars in another context, exactly when my ‘little girl’ dreams come true.

*All in all, being grown ups sucks... It's too much responsability, many changes and problems to face that sometimes I wish to live an eternal childhood! (safe at my place, of course)

lucky me!

It's incredible how the universe conspires in our favor... (I trust blindly in that!)

So, it’s better strike while the iron is hot, not slipping a fair opportunity like that.

Thus, bon appetit!

time to say goodbye

It’s a difficult simple act, mainly when is destined to who we love. On the other hand, it is necessary... This special moment is awaited by everybody, although no one wants to do that indeed.

Which is the best way to behave (while demosntrating you'll miss them)? I hope my family don’t think I’m insensible only because I don’t feel myself comfortable at that moment.

I try to contain my tears not to show them my emotion, all my weakness in not to be able to shed tears with no problem. In fact, it is a matter of not to know how to say ‘I love you’ easily.

Lastly, a simple ‘goodbye’ came timidly. After turned on the heel, though, I burst into them… working its pump. (No, I’m not so cold as I seem…)

From now, it's better for me to prepare myself to do it more often - crying or not.

bye bye

It's time to get in touch with things we always used to dream about (or we only used to care about - actually, doesn't matter... both verses of Tecnicolor mean I did everything wrong when I "accapted" abaseing myself for him.

Finally, it's enough! Even still interested, I can say 'no' and go out, leaving him in his reality (which I confess I haven't understood yet - and I won't, though...). I reckon it is easier when you have another measure to compair and verify how stupid you have been being giving credit to someone who simply doesn't deserve it/you!  

If I (still) love him? Of course not...! First of all, I love myself. It's quite good to say that "cured".

Thus, finally, it's time to say goodbye. Or rather: au revoir!

as a child

Happy - after all, who doesn’t like to gain gifts? As a little girl, I confess I was astonished when my father gave me his own poncho - something I know that it is special for him due to its gaucho's tradition, our culture.

Even surprised, I couldn’t deny… It will be more worth for me. Essential - it’s possible to say, owing to the severe cold weather. Now, I can’t stop thinking in other types which I might ask “mom” or “dad” later!

By the way, it is really in right now. Simply perfect!

a lack

It’s written:

What I miss the most in my life is having a family, mine - formed by blood ties or the affectionate ones, from me and so on…

That's a terrific experience which although I tried, I haven't had yet.

reviewing old concepts

Well, I USED to say I enjoyed raisins… just because I really did! However, people change - me included! Now, I start to feel myself different about that (I confess I’m worried about time).

Wrinkles: it’s not exactly the matter, but the vigour and all the process related. Without that, for me it’s impossible to keep crushing on anyone, attracted… involved.  

Looking for maturity in men could mean for women a shooting in their own foot. Furthermore: a overripe bitter (unwished) taste.

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…

two sides of the same coin

I watched a PSTU advertising extremely touching. Amanda Gurgel, the young complainer teacher who became famous online, with a explosive speech about her salary of mere R$ 910 and the worker’s situation in Brazil supporting the carioca’s firemen action. They recently went to “the jail” at their own place of work only because were arguing for better salaries for their category.

While they were asking to earn somewhat better than the current R$ 950 per month, Palocci said they were trying to gain some advantages… Well, it’s easy to criticize other’s attitudes while ours is ok Palocci and the other politicians earn a “little” amount of R$ 26.000. Furthermore, he has been investigated due to changes of robbery of R$ 20 million of public money only in the year of 2010.

No, it’s not a joke… It’s the (sur)real situation in Brazil.

By the way, congratulation for PSTU owing to its courage to disturb my dinner once rearing much truth at once.

On the other hand (always it is like that…) I’m surprised with the structure of Graal company of road restaurants. For instance, they have at their places three or four types of food to offer - lunch, snack, breakfast, dinner and fast(junkie)food - there is inclusively some kind of Mc‘Donalds there! (selling good sandwichs). All these things served in huge, clean and clear places, - where is possible being online, watch TV, use the restrooms etc.

Nowadays those convenience places are such as the shoppings in downtowns (they are pratically 'road malls' - indeed!). Nevertheless, I’ve always wondering myself about road lifestyle, how (strange) living around the roads could be… always seeing everybody passing there, while travelling, but few people staying… This kind of thoughts - mine, I have had since I was a child. Of course I used to think about security matters too. It seems dangerous for me, but actually I don’t know how it really works…

I just verified that it is a very good market! Definitively, they succeed.

simple as that!

No way… Definitely, it isn’t a matter of insistence. It simply doesn’t work without any chemical attraction!

I’m stimulated by that. Neither kisses or kind words, any touch nor intention until something shines inside me and makes my heart beat again, in  love.

And then: plim! - it happens when I least expect it. (I just don’t know from now when it will occur again… and with who!)

___________________________________________________________  

specially for today

My sincere THANKS to them, my dear friends, for being here by my side, besides their encouragement  and huge help - always. I love you all!

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

dropping the ball

Yesterday, Brazilian Football Team disappointed all of us, its supporters, once the players “simply” kicked the bucket while they must had thrashed Paraguay at American Cup’s semifinal.

They failed (missed the mark in) four of four penaltys - something which hasn’t happened before! Being relative to Mano Menezes, our coach, people are complaining about him, paraphrasing a typical quote, saying that “To err is Mano” (human = huMANO in Portuguese).

It’s said that everything which comes from Paraguay is fake… Actually, until yesterday! From now, for sure, this old concept will be reviewed. After all, the best of the world on the fields is not so familiar with it anymore, besides hadn't delivered the goods as everybody expected.

From now, many doubts until the World Cup 2014... in Brazil.