"You live a life for every new language you speak. If you know only one language, you live only once."  Old Czech saying

Tripping away...

Life is not measured by the number of times we breathe, but by the breathtaking moments and places .

Last night I was in Holland and took a cab to London. Impossible is nothing! Even though that was just a dream.

What is it that makes someone hit the road, that whispers it's about time you took off and reached new horizons, only to find out what is on the other side?

Wanderlust is the willingness to open up your mind and go beyond what you are used to. And when you get there you giggle, get stiff, slump in your own words, get emotional ...whatever. No matter what the destination is..London or an exotic place, traveling changes us, sometimes in a superficial way, others in a deep way. Traveling is like a classroom with no walls.

Traveling kills prejudice, fanaticism and narrow minds.
Somebody said once: "The world is a book and those who do not travel are reading only one page of it."

How many pages are you reading???

Explore. Dream.

See the world ( Inspired by Breathe, Pearl Jam)

Whoa. I suggest you step out on your porch.

yeah, I fucking need to step out my porch.
Run away, little girl . See it all. Oh see the world.
I miss the world!
Oh reach the door. A breath and a...I dunno know what.
Life ain't what it's worth.
A breath and a... Oh reach the door.
reach the door.
reach the door.
reach the door.
reach the door.
reach the door.
Ooh. Whoa, much more than this. Woh see the world. Much more than...
Oh, much more than. Why? what? when? where...Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy????!!!!


I just opened my door.

O lutador ( The fighter)

"That's what I am"

Lutar com palavras 
é a luta mais vã.
Entanto lutamos
mal rompe a manhã.
São muitas, eu pouco.
Algumas, tão fortes
como o javali.
Não me julgo louco.
Se o fosse, teria
poder de encantá-las.
Mas lúcido e frio,
apareço e tento
apanhar algumas
para meu sustento
num dia de vida.
Deixam-se enlaçar,
tontas à carícia
e súbito fogem
e não há ameaça
e nem 3 há sevícia
que as traga de novo
ao centro da praça.

Insisto, solerte.
Busco persuadi-las.
Ser-lhes-ei escravo
de rara humildade.
Guardarei sigilo
de nosso comércio.
Na voz, nenhum travo
de zanga ou desgosto.
Sem me ouvir deslizam,
perpassam levíssimas
e viram-me o rosto.
Lutar com palavras
parece sem fruto.
Não têm carne e sangue…
Entretanto, luto.

Palavra, palavra
(digo exasperado),
se me desafias,
aceito o combate.
Quisera possuir-te
neste descampado,
sem roteiro de unha
ou marca de dente
nessa pele clara.
Preferes o amor
de uma posse impura
e que venha o gozo
da maior tortura.

Luto corpo a corpo,
luto todo o tempo,
sem maior proveito
que o da caça ao vento.
Não encontro vestes,
não seguro formas,
é fluido inimigo
que me dobra os músculos
e ri-se das normas
da boa peleja.

Iludo-me às vezes,
pressinto que a entrega
se consumará.
Já vejo palavras
em coro submisso,
esta me ofertando
seu velho calor,
aquela sua glória
feita de mistério,
outra seu desdém,
outra seu ciúme,
e um sapiente amor
me ensina a fruir
de cada palavra
a essência captada,
o sutil queixume.
Mas ai! é o instante
de entreabrir os olhos:
entre beijo e boca,
tudo se evapora.

O ciclo do dia
ora se conclui 8
e o inútil duelo
jamais se resolve.
O teu rosto belo,
ó palavra, esplende
na curva da noite
que toda me envolve.
Tamanha paixão
e nenhum pecúlio.
Cerradas as portas,
a luta prossegue
nas ruas do sono.

By Carlos Drummond de Andrade

Inevitable

It’s amazing the power a single word has. It’s also inevitable the reaction the words cause. Like that new perfume commercial in which Brad Pitt says: INEVITABLE... almost bizarre if it wasn’t  enchanting.

They are such a powerful thing that they may kill or resurrect one. And the lack of them drives me crazy. I love playing with words and I wish I had total control over them. Ok, It’s good to be speechless sometimes.

Sadly enough, I’d say, words can awake poignant memories.

Crazily enough, as I read the word canteen I feel like crying, I feel Numb, I feel down, I feel sad.

Even crazier, I usually remember the very moment I learned a new word ( in a foreign language, of course), when I first heard that, the situation and who taught me that.

That’s exactly why I don’t wanna hear, read or write the word canteen.

But it’s there!

Inevitable!

One year ago...

I was having one of my best weekends ever in LONDON!

"Nostalgie" is killing me.

I wish I had more time to spend on writing...cause ideas...well, I have plenty of them!

Right now, all I can say is that I'm addicted to Such Sweet Nothing ( got it?) and her voice takes me to some other (ENG)land!

You took my heart and you had it in your mouth
And with a word all my love came rushing out
And every whisper it's the worst
Emptied out by a single word
There is a hollow in me now

So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm tired of hope with nothing to hold
I'm living on such sweet nothing
And it's hard to learn
And it's hard to love
When you're giving me such sweet nothing
Sweet nothing
Sweet nothing
You're giving me such sweet nothing

It isn't easy for me to let it go
Cause I've swallowed every single word
And every whisper, every sigh
Eats away this heart of mine
And there is a hollow in me now

So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm tired of hope with nothing to hold
I'm living on such sweet nothing
And it's hard to learn
And it's hard to love
When you're giving me such sweet nothing
Sweet nothing
Sweet nothing
You're giving me such sweet nothing

And it's not enough
To tell me that you care
When we both know
That words are empty air
You give me nothing!

...

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I hope it looks as boring as it is...  ( It's killing me)

Excerpts from conversations with cute 5-year-old boys II

( Dutch honesty or Alstublieft behaviour)

   - Would you like to go to Brazil again, Alexander?
   - No, never!
   - Why not?
   - Because it's too small for me!

 There is a map on the wall and I ( proudly) show him The Netherlands and Brazil.

   - See the difference?
   - WOW... - He is flabbergasted.

I smile and he says:
   -  But I still don't wanna go to Brazil again...
   - Really? What's the problem now?
   - I don't understand what people say there...Portuguese is too.. shiiiichiiiiitchiiii....

He is still the cuttiest, anyway!!!

Some months later...

  - Fífian ( Vivian), is it true they have the biggest parties in Brazil?  All the time? The whole year?
  - Yes, baby...we party a lot over there, but specially in Carnival time.
  - Hum...ok and is Carnival in summer time?
  - Yeah, absolutely!!!
  - WOW!!! Now, I really, really wanna go to Brazil again...I have to!

   xD

( Do I see some Latin influence on this lovely dutch boy? Do I??? )

Excerpts from conversations with cute 5-year-old boys

( Funny Spanish talk)

    - So, Juan Camilo, when are you going to visit me in Brazil?  - I ask enthusiastically.
    - Never. -  He says immediately.
    - Why not???  - I sadly ask.
    - Because I don't know your address!

My best friend's wedding

   Suddenly something has come to my mind as I was having a cup of tea. And it's not that Julia Roberts's movie; my best friend really got married!!!   = O
   I'm not the kind of person who believes in " nevers" and "alwayses" ( does this plural  form really exist? As the writer here, I can do that  = p ).  I'm not at all! However, I can still see some beauty on people who do their best to make their marriage live up to the promises made. Furthermore, the vows. Believe it or not, what I like most about them is the answer: " YES, I DO!". And the possible freaking out reactions if one says: " NO, I DON'T... Sorry, I can't help thinking about it on weddings. Very mean of me...
   Well, as I was saying, I can still see the beauty of it all and recently my best friend, Juliana, got married and I was her bridemaid!!! I felt way flattered by that! It was the first time I had such an honour. And while I was there attending the ceremony, a sweet memory crossed my mind.
   Back on the day...a couple of years ago...a lazy afternoon...I went to Ju's house and we decided to make brigadeiros ( Brazilian cholicious candy). Ivair came over too ( only her boyfriend at that time)...Ju was cooking...I was talking ( to make a change) and he was sitting on the floor. I simply hate being the third wheel, but they never made me feel like that. I was at ease with them. All of a sudden, for some reason, he said: Ju, I'll never leave you!!!
   Back to reality, I look around and I see him...He's dressed up and he's putting a ring on Ju's left hand. I can see his eyes gleaming. I can't hold the tears that are coming down. I pretend to be strong and wipe them away...But I can't hold it and I cry. I love her to the freaking bones and I wish her happiness with the same intensity I seek mine.
 


   ...My best friend is married!!!