Tuesday, 25 October 2016
Wednesday, 19 October 2016
Sunday, 4 September 2016
Friday, 2 September 2016
Get out my life, why don't you, baby?
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hangin' on
You don't really need me
But you keep me hangin' on
Why do you keep a-coming around
Playing with my heart?
Why don't you get out of my life
And let me make a new start?
Let me get over you
The way you've gotten over me, hey
You say although we broke up
You still wanna be just friends
But how can we still be friends
When seeing you only breaks my heart again?
And there ain't nothing I can do about it
Whoa-whoa-whoa
Set me free, why don't you, baby?
Whoa-whoa-whoa
Get out my life, why don't you, baby? (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Set me free, why don't you, baby?
Get out my life, why don't you, baby?
You claim you still care for me
But your heart and soul needs to be free
Now that you've got your freedom
You wanna still hold on to me
You don't want me for yourself
So let me find somebody else, hey
Why don't you be a man about it
And set me free? (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Now, you don't care a thing about me
You're just using me (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Go on, get out, get out of my life
And let me sleep at night (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hangin' on
"Quanto a Melina, eu também a entendia. Tinha experimentado a alegria do amor por aquele homem tão distante da média: um fiscal de trem, mas também um poeta, um jornalista. A mente frágil de Melina não conseguira readaptar-se à normalidade bruta de sua vida sem ele. Eu me comprazia nesses pensamentos. Naqueles dias estava contente com tudo, com meu amor por Nino, com minha própria tristeza, com o afeto de me sentia cercada, com minha própria capacidade de ler, pensar e refletir em solidão".
"Lila sabia falar por meio da escrita; diferentemente de mim quando escrevia, diferentemente de Sarratore em seus artigos e poesias, diferentemente até de muitos escritores que eu tinha lido e lia, ela se expressava com frases de um extremo apuro, sem nenhum erro, mesmo sem ter continuado os estudos, mas - além disso - não deixava nenhum vestígio de inaturalidade, não se sentia o artifício da palavra escrita. Eu lia e, ao Mesmo tempo, podia vê-la, escuta-la. Sua voz era um fluxo que me arrebatava e me transportava como quando discutíamos entre nós, e no entanto era inteiramente deputada das escórias de quando se fala, da confusão oral; tinha a ordem viva que eu imaginava devesse caber ao discurso dos que tivesse a sorte de nascer da cabeça de Zeus...".
A Amiga Genial - Elena Ferrante
"Lila sabia falar por meio da escrita; diferentemente de mim quando escrevia, diferentemente de Sarratore em seus artigos e poesias, diferentemente até de muitos escritores que eu tinha lido e lia, ela se expressava com frases de um extremo apuro, sem nenhum erro, mesmo sem ter continuado os estudos, mas - além disso - não deixava nenhum vestígio de inaturalidade, não se sentia o artifício da palavra escrita. Eu lia e, ao Mesmo tempo, podia vê-la, escuta-la. Sua voz era um fluxo que me arrebatava e me transportava como quando discutíamos entre nós, e no entanto era inteiramente deputada das escórias de quando se fala, da confusão oral; tinha a ordem viva que eu imaginava devesse caber ao discurso dos que tivesse a sorte de nascer da cabeça de Zeus...".
A Amiga Genial - Elena Ferrante
My favourite sport is people watching. Sitting on a cafe and just observing the most diverse fauna in the world, the human one. So many different shapes, sizes, colours. A guy in a one wheeled bike just passed by! The cutest elderly couple, very smartly dressed, probably married for 45 years or so, the lady clearly went to hairdresser this afternoon for her walk downtown. People walking and texting (me), crossing the street when the red hand light is flashing (me). A poor addicted homeless. A baby waving goodbye to her guardian angel maybe, because I couldn't see anyone she was waving to. And it always astonishes me how dogs look like their owners, I mean, physically. It's insane!!! A happy beautiful 20 something smiling like she's talking to her sweetheart on the phone... Sighs. A guy in a guy's bun and beard, oh my, those ones just break my heart... Blown away tourists by Vancouver. Pot smokers. Hand in hand gay couples. Coffee drinkers. What a wonderful world right Louis?
Tuesday, 16 August 2016
Thursday, 11 August 2016
INDIA
There's the world to explore... And then there's India. A whole other planet. It's so varied, so diverse, yet people seem inexorably connected.
First, I felt like an alien. I felt like when I went to Maranhão, my father's home state, for the first time. Like I've never seen, smelled, heard, sensed, the real world. Because India is the real work, not manicured Europe, that I love, don't take me wrong, or North America. And I must confess, I prefer to visit the real world rather than the very well planned urban spaces. Yes, I like the planned comforts of the urbanism, and I probably prefer to live on them (yes, I'm hypocritical sometimes...) . But from time to tome we just need to be energized by real people having real intense deep grounding connections and existences.
We live so disconnect from what matters here in the West: family, spirit, soul, care, connection, love. I'm not saying India is perfect, far from that. The sexism is aggravating and it hides itself behind the veil of religion, which to me makes it even more disgusting and insurmountable. But there are people, people, people, flooding like bees from a beehive, everywhere. And I'm a people's person. The thing I appreciate the most about being alive is human interaction. And in India I had so many wonderful, beautiful, unexpected, uncomfortable, undesired, hilarious and specially enriching encounters like that, that I felt enchanted every single day of my trip.
The fact is India is a delight to the senses. Even though I don't like Indian food and curry, so that sense was out of the picture for me. But the sight, the hearing, the smell and even the touch are so stimulated (no concept of personal space in India, sorry). There's a lot of noise, I thought Brazil was noisy, not at all, motorcycles, trucks, cars, people, music, it's deafening. But oh so many colors! Not a single sari print is the same, it's amazing! And I was worried about the smells before I got there, but they were just fine, I think Brazil can be worse actually.
And in India death and life are in place everywhere, all the time, and I love it. It's all about the cycle of existence, birth, death, rebirth. Life is sacred, it's cherished as a divine gift, and so is death. Death is integrated in daily life, not denied and swept under the rug like here in the West. It is just a passage, it's not the end, maybe it's just the beginning, since it's viewed as liberation from material existence. I've always been fascinated by death, by the silence and stillness I imagine death is all about, and see people actually embracing it felt like I was understood finally.
There's a lot more to write about India, don't worry. I'll write about people, places, bad experiences (I did get a Delhi belly 2 days before I was supposed to leave) and beautiful moments. I'll definitely go back to India some day.
There's the world to explore... And then there's India. A whole other planet. It's so varied, so diverse, yet people seem inexorably connected.
First, I felt like an alien. I felt like when I went to Maranhão, my father's home state, for the first time. Like I've never seen, smelled, heard, sensed, the real world. Because India is the real work, not manicured Europe, that I love, don't take me wrong, or North America. And I must confess, I prefer to visit the real world rather than the very well planned urban spaces. Yes, I like the planned comforts of the urbanism, and I probably prefer to live on them (yes, I'm hypocritical sometimes...) . But from time to tome we just need to be energized by real people having real intense deep grounding connections and existences.
We live so disconnect from what matters here in the West: family, spirit, soul, care, connection, love. I'm not saying India is perfect, far from that. The sexism is aggravating and it hides itself behind the veil of religion, which to me makes it even more disgusting and insurmountable. But there are people, people, people, flooding like bees from a beehive, everywhere. And I'm a people's person. The thing I appreciate the most about being alive is human interaction. And in India I had so many wonderful, beautiful, unexpected, uncomfortable, undesired, hilarious and specially enriching encounters like that, that I felt enchanted every single day of my trip.
The fact is India is a delight to the senses. Even though I don't like Indian food and curry, so that sense was out of the picture for me. But the sight, the hearing, the smell and even the touch are so stimulated (no concept of personal space in India, sorry). There's a lot of noise, I thought Brazil was noisy, not at all, motorcycles, trucks, cars, people, music, it's deafening. But oh so many colors! Not a single sari print is the same, it's amazing! And I was worried about the smells before I got there, but they were just fine, I think Brazil can be worse actually.
And in India death and life are in place everywhere, all the time, and I love it. It's all about the cycle of existence, birth, death, rebirth. Life is sacred, it's cherished as a divine gift, and so is death. Death is integrated in daily life, not denied and swept under the rug like here in the West. It is just a passage, it's not the end, maybe it's just the beginning, since it's viewed as liberation from material existence. I've always been fascinated by death, by the silence and stillness I imagine death is all about, and see people actually embracing it felt like I was understood finally.
There's a lot more to write about India, don't worry. I'll write about people, places, bad experiences (I did get a Delhi belly 2 days before I was supposed to leave) and beautiful moments. I'll definitely go back to India some day.
Wednesday, 10 August 2016
It is interesting to think one of the most peaceful, quieting, calming days of my life was in India, a place where you'd suppose you would never feel like that, since you're never alone, people running over all all the time. And it's also interesting because this day was in a city didn't even think of visiting, it was a suggestion from my dear kundalini teacher at the time to go there.
Amritsar, the Vatican of Sikhism.The Golden Temple, their St. Peter's Basilica. Surrounded by a perfect square lake, a beautiful water mirror. All is marble, incredibly clean. It's all very orderly, which is impressive for India, for the number of people. The way to get there is chaotic, traffic rules are non existent in India. But when you step on the white marble square in front of that space, the energy is already transformative. And because every person has the reverence attitude of those in the face of the sacred, it is so still. People are actually connected through what is most divine in their hearts, the love for humanity, the care for other human beings.
Forty thousand meals served per day, in a city of around 1.5 million people. Thousands of people working daily in a military organization to prepare all that food. Every single person is working voluntarily, working to serve strangers selflessly. And the atmosphere is of pure peace.
And my beautiful guide, Mandeep, wow, just being around him was soothing. One of the gentlest people I've ever met in my life, a British gentleman. So wise, beyond his years. So generous, teaching me about the traditions of his faith. Like we say in Brazil "the calm in person", he just transmits peace, dignity, integrity, honor, stillness. Having him as my guide there just made everything perfect, to have such an insider showing me the ropes, and taking wonderful pictures of me ;) .
After I left Amritsar, I felt spiritually purified. Besides Varanasi, which is a whole other post, I never felt like that anywhere else in the world. It was, together with Varanasi and Goa, the best part of my trip. I'll go back to Amritsar again.
Amritsar, the Vatican of Sikhism.The Golden Temple, their St. Peter's Basilica. Surrounded by a perfect square lake, a beautiful water mirror. All is marble, incredibly clean. It's all very orderly, which is impressive for India, for the number of people. The way to get there is chaotic, traffic rules are non existent in India. But when you step on the white marble square in front of that space, the energy is already transformative. And because every person has the reverence attitude of those in the face of the sacred, it is so still. People are actually connected through what is most divine in their hearts, the love for humanity, the care for other human beings.
Forty thousand meals served per day, in a city of around 1.5 million people. Thousands of people working daily in a military organization to prepare all that food. Every single person is working voluntarily, working to serve strangers selflessly. And the atmosphere is of pure peace.
And my beautiful guide, Mandeep, wow, just being around him was soothing. One of the gentlest people I've ever met in my life, a British gentleman. So wise, beyond his years. So generous, teaching me about the traditions of his faith. Like we say in Brazil "the calm in person", he just transmits peace, dignity, integrity, honor, stillness. Having him as my guide there just made everything perfect, to have such an insider showing me the ropes, and taking wonderful pictures of me ;) .
After I left Amritsar, I felt spiritually purified. Besides Varanasi, which is a whole other post, I never felt like that anywhere else in the world. It was, together with Varanasi and Goa, the best part of my trip. I'll go back to Amritsar again.
“Eu sempre falo que o trabalho analítico é como o trabalho de uma mulher rendeira. Ela vai bordar em torno dos furos e isso não quer dizer que vai cerzir os furos. Na medida em que você produz, vão se identificando, se localizando os furos em torno do qual o analisando borda. Em certa medida, é isso que se consegue deduzir no final de uma análise, são esses furos, que é aquilo que não se liga, que não tem sentido, o que não tem uma significação. Mas é a partir disso que se vai localizar uma identidade, é a partir disso que surgirá algo novo”, Dominique Fingermann em http://www.livrariacultura.com.br/revistadacultura/reportagens/nos-repetimos .
Que descrição belissima da psicanalise! Um trabalho artesanal.
Que descrição belissima da psicanalise! Um trabalho artesanal.
“As formas como as pessoas apresentam a repetição têm sempre algo a ver com o desencontro: o amoroso, com o seu próprio corpo, com o que se imaginava ser, com algo que esperava que um dia fosse acontecer, com o seu ideal. Esse desencontro é fundamental consigo próprio, com o outro, com o amor, com o sexo, com o sucesso, com o dinheiro, com o ideal de si mesmo. É um desencontro em relação a uma procura”. Dominique Fingermann em http://www.livrariacultura.com.br/revistadacultura/reportagens/nos-repetimos
"Keep in mind that a well-developed feminine side is a tougher and stronger emotional person. They are the ones who go through the intense pain of child birth. They are the ones committed to raising the young ones even if they have to do everything on their own. So emotional resilience and strength comes from the feminine. There is absolutely nothing weak about the feminine in either men or women. But the perception is so because the feminine requires time and attention before it reveals itself. We can’t rush to the feelings. Like a flower, they won’t open just because we demand it so. The masculine has to set the stage, to decide to make time and then be gentle and encouraging."
From: http://www.meditatecenter.com/inner-marriage-of-masculine-and-feminine-aspects/
From: http://www.meditatecenter.com/inner-marriage-of-masculine-and-feminine-aspects/
Thursday, 28 July 2016
Michelle, ma belle
These are words that go together well
My Michelle
Michelle, ma belle
Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble
Tres bien ensemble
I love you, I love you, I love you
That's all I want to say
Until I find a way
I will say the only words I know that you'll understand
These are words that go together well
My Michelle
Michelle, ma belle
Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble
Tres bien ensemble
I love you, I love you, I love you
That's all I want to say
Until I find a way
I will say the only words I know that you'll understand
Michelle, ma belle
Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble
Tres bien ensemble
I need to, I need to, I need to
I need to make you see
Oh, what you mean to me
Until I do, I'm hoping you will know what I mean
I love you...
Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble
Tres bien ensemble
I need to, I need to, I need to
I need to make you see
Oh, what you mean to me
Until I do, I'm hoping you will know what I mean
I love you...
I want you, I want you, I want you
I think you know by now
I'll get to you somehow
Until I do, I'm telling you so you'll understand
Michelle, ma belle
Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble
Tres bien ensemble
And I will say the only words I know that you'll understand
My Michelle
I think you know by now
I'll get to you somehow
Until I do, I'm telling you so you'll understand
Michelle, ma belle
Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble
Tres bien ensemble
And I will say the only words I know that you'll understand
My Michelle
I always feel a bit sad
and disappointed at life when I feel deeply connected to someone and I know it’s
reciprocate, but yet we need to go our separate ways. I guess some people have
specific lessons to teach us and are not destined by life to remain with us for
years or until the end. Friends, lovers, random people we talk to on a bus
ride but that seem to strike a profound cord in our souls. Individuals that saw
even for a brief second the best in us, and we saw the best in them. And there are
also the people who stay for years, even decades, and then, puff, vanish. Or we
vanish. Because unfortunately the benefits of such a connection are not surpassing the
frustrations anymore .
And in my gypsy life I
have tons of examples of people I cherish so much in my heart, that sometimes I
see an image or hear a sound or sense a smell and think “oh my they would have
loved this, I wish they were here”. You’re so numerous, and I try to stay in
touch with those I can, those who want me to, those who I didn’t break their
hearts or they didn’t break mine.
Still, they supported us
when we most needed them, when there was no one else to give us a helping hand.
They taught us the most important types of lessons, lessons about ourselves,
that will help us grow and refine our spirits. I’m deeply, deeply grateful for
you, you know who you are, for your brief yet extremely meaningful passage in
my life. I hope I was of some help for you too. That’s all we have at the
end of day when we lay our messed up heads on the pillow: gratitude for the
existence and the presence, even if it’s for a short while, of those blessed
people in our lives.
Monday, 25 July 2016
SPEND TIME WITH THE RIGHT PEOPLE
FACE YOUR PROBLEMS
FACE YOUR PROBLEMS
BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF ABOUT EVERYTHING
MAKE YOUR OWN
HAPPINESS A PRIORITY
BE YOURSELF PROUDLY AND GENUINELY
START PAYING ATTENTION AND BEING ON THE PRESENT MOMENT
APPRECIATE THE LESSONS YOUR MISTAKES TEACH YOU
BE MORE GENTLE WITH
YOURSELF
ENJOY THE THINGS THAT YOU ALREADY HAVE
CREATE YOUR OWN HAPPINESS
GIVE YOUR
IDEAS AND DREAMS A CHANCE
BELIEVE YOU ARE READY FOR
THE NEXT STEP
START NEW RELATIONSHIPS
FOR RIGHT REASONS
GIVE A CHANCE TO NEW PEOPLE YOU MEET
START COMPETING WITH AN
OLDER VERSION OF YOURSELF
CHEER FOR THE VICTORY OF
OTHERS
LOOK AT THE POSITIVE
SIDES IN DIFFICULT SITUATIONS
FORGIVE YOURSELF AND
OTHERS
HELP THOSE WHO ARE AROUND YOU
HEAR YOUR INNER VOICE
BE AWARE OF YOUR STRESS LEVEL
AND MAKE SHORT BREAKS
UNDERSTAND THE BEAUTY OF
SMALL MOMENTS
ACCEPT THINGS WHEN
THEY ARE NOT PERFECT
WORK TOWARD YOUR GOALS
EVERY DAY
GET TO SAY HOW YOU
FEEL MORE
TAKE FULL RESPONSIBILITY
FOR YOUR LIFE
FOCUS ON THINGS YOU CAN
CONTROL
CONCENTRATE ON THE
POSSIBILITY OF POSITIVE RESULTS
UNDERSTAND HOW BLESSED YOU ARE NOW
PASSE O TEMPO COM AS PESSOAS CERTAS
ENFRENTE SEUS PROBLEMAS DE FRENTE
SEJA HONESTO COM VOCÊ MESMO SOBRE TUDO
FAÇA DA SUA PRÓPRIA FELICIDADE UMA PRIORIDADE
SEJA VOCÊ MESMO, GENUINAMENTE E ORGULHOSAMENTE
COMECE A PRESTAR ATENÇÃO E VIVER NO PRESENTE
VALORIZE AS LIÇÕES QUE SEUS ERROS ENSINAM
SEJA MAIS GENTIL COM VOCÊ MESMO
DESFRUTE AS COISAS QUE VOCÊ JÁ TEM
CRIE SUA PRÓPRIA FELICIDADE
DE UMA CHANCE PARA AS SUAS IDEIAS E SONHOS
ACREDITE QUE VOCÊ ESTÁ PRONTO PARA A PRÓXIMA ETAPA
COMECE NOVOS RELACIONAMENTOS PELAS RAZÕES CERTAS
DE UMA CHANCE ÀS NOVAS PESSOAS QUE VOCÊ ENCONTRA
COMECE A COMPETIR CONTRA UMA VERSÃO ANTERIOR DE VOCÊ
MESMO
TORÇA PELA VITÓRIA DAS OUTRAS PESSOAS
COMECE A OLHE PARA O LADO POSITIVO NAS SITUAÇÕES
DIFÍCEIS
PERDOE A SI MESMO E AOS OUTROS
AJUDE AQUELES QUE ESTÃO A SUA VOLTA
OUÇA A SUA VOZ INTERIOR
FIQUE ATENTO AO SEU NÍVEL DE ESTRESSE E FAÇA PAUSAS
CURTAS
PERCEBA A BELEZA DOS PEQUENOS MOMENTOS
ACEITE AS COISAS QUANDO ELAS NÃO SÃO PERFEITAS
TRABALHE NA DIREÇÃO DOS SEUS OBJETIVOS TODOS OS DIAS
COMECE A DIZER MAIS COMO VOCÊ SE SENTE
TOME PLENA RESPONSABILIDADE PELA SUA VIDA
CONCENTRE-SE NAS COISAS QUE VOCÊ PODE CONTROLAR
CONCENTRE-SE NA POSSIBILIDADE DOS RESULTADOS
POSITIVOS
PERCEBA O QUÃO ABENÇOADO VOCÊ É AGORA
Wednesday, 20 July 2016
Encantamento
Alguem muito importante na minha vida me introduziu ao conceito de encantamento:
- sensação de deslumbramento, admiração, grande prazer que se tem como reação a alguma boa qualidade do que se ve, ouve ou percebe.
Essa experiência de encantamento é transversal em diversos momentos na vida de todos nos. Eu consigo reproduzir esse deslumbramento quando viajo. Quando me deparo com uma paisagem, seja urbana ou natural, quando compartilho com pessoas que nunca vi antes na vida um olhar, um momento de empatia, uma centelha. Em muitas viagens, não tenho essas experiências, mas na maioria das vezes, elas acontecem.
Assim, vou criar aqui uma categoria de encantamentos em viagens, em que tentarei descrever (quem me conhece sabe que sinto muito, e não sei bem explicar o que sinto hahaha) alguns desses momentos de magia, descoberta, exploração e sonhos realizados. Quero tentar encontrar o fio condutor do encantamento em minhas viagens. Acho que não chegarei a uma conclusão mas pelo menos me divertirei tentando ;) ,
Someone very important in my life introduced me to the concept of enchantment :
- Sense of wonder, admiration, great pleasure that someone has as a reaction to some good quality one sees, hears or sees.
I feel this wonder when I travel. When I encounter a landscape, whether urban or natural, when I share with people I've never seen before in my life a look, a moment of empathy, a spark. I've had these experiences on many trips, but mostly, they happen.
So I will create that enchantment category in Travels, in which I will try to describe (those who know me well know I feel a lot, and I can't explain how I feel very well lol) some of those moments of magic, discovery, exploration and dreams come true.
- sensação de deslumbramento, admiração, grande prazer que se tem como reação a alguma boa qualidade do que se ve, ouve ou percebe.
Essa experiência de encantamento é transversal em diversos momentos na vida de todos nos. Eu consigo reproduzir esse deslumbramento quando viajo. Quando me deparo com uma paisagem, seja urbana ou natural, quando compartilho com pessoas que nunca vi antes na vida um olhar, um momento de empatia, uma centelha. Em muitas viagens, não tenho essas experiências, mas na maioria das vezes, elas acontecem.
Assim, vou criar aqui uma categoria de encantamentos em viagens, em que tentarei descrever (quem me conhece sabe que sinto muito, e não sei bem explicar o que sinto hahaha) alguns desses momentos de magia, descoberta, exploração e sonhos realizados. Quero tentar encontrar o fio condutor do encantamento em minhas viagens. Acho que não chegarei a uma conclusão mas pelo menos me divertirei tentando ;) ,
Someone very important in my life introduced me to the concept of enchantment :
- Sense of wonder, admiration, great pleasure that someone has as a reaction to some good quality one sees, hears or sees.
I feel this wonder when I travel. When I encounter a landscape, whether urban or natural, when I share with people I've never seen before in my life a look, a moment of empathy, a spark. I've had these experiences on many trips, but mostly, they happen.
So I will create that enchantment category in Travels, in which I will try to describe (those who know me well know I feel a lot, and I can't explain how I feel very well lol) some of those moments of magic, discovery, exploration and dreams come true.
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