Monday, August 27, 2007

país (quase!:p) tropical

O fds era de mau tempo. Foi o que disseram... De facto tivemos nuvens, de facto esteve encoberto. Até chegou mesmo a chover, mas esteve calor e não esteve vento. Foi tão surpreendente que a praia esteve cheia no Sábado e composta Domingo. Nos dois dias saímos a correr com a ameaça de chuva, que no segundo dia se tornou realidade ainda não tinhamos tirado o pé da areia!:p Parecia que estávamos num país tropical! Tive os bons rituais do costume, as companhias de sempre e outras novidade e até surpresas. Tive um segundo jantar na sexta, tive pimentinhos padrón no sábado. Tive mesas cheias e jantares animados! Tive a sorte de poder aproveitar todos os minutos de Domingo como fds e nenhum como a antecipação de segunda-feira. Ainda vimos futebol em público (com o direito de comentários de bom portista português!:p), ainda festejamos uma vitória, ainda comemos arroz de tomate fora de horas e, mesmo antes de sairmos, ainda tomamos um chocolate quente.
Tudo muito bom no melhor cenário possível!

quem não tem férias

feria ao fds!:p

graças às amigas, que fazem com que qualquer fds seja muito mais do que isso!;)

alternando entre picos

Às vezes sinto que estou muito longe da felicidade
outras vezes acho que estou dentro dela...

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

gosto de rotinas ou pelo menos de alguma previsibilidade

Não me troquem as voltas assim, por favor...

Monday, August 20, 2007

ainda bem que

às vezes consigo ser feliz com coisas simples e pequenas,
se estava à espera das grandes estava tramada...

what a great speech

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists
whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…
I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth;
oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….
You’re not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future;
or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind;
the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you

Sing

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts,
don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss

Don’t waste your time on jealousy;
sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…
the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults;
if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters,
throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…
the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t,
maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t,
maybe you’ll divorce at 40,
maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…
what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either
your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…
don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it,
it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..

Dance…
even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines,
they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings;
they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on.

Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard;
live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths,
prices will rise,
politicians will philander,
you too will get old,
and when you do
you’ll fantasize that when you were young
prices were reasonable,
politicians were noble
and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse;
but you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair,
or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen…

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Portugal, Portugal, Portugal

Gosto do meu país de norte a sul, do mar a Espanha.

Tenho orgulho quando vejo o verde, o amarelo, as pedras, as montanhas e os vales, os aglomerados de casas e as casas isoladas. Os pequenos centros históricos, e as grandes histórias da nossa antiga nação. Os recantos com histórias simples, uma paisagem que nos surpreende numa esquina ou que me presenteia um engano. As casas de pedra muito velhas e as recuperadas, as ruas estreitas onde se respira familiaridade, crianças que brincam por todo o lado, pessoas sentadas nos beirais. Os azulejos que propagandeiam "adubai com nitrato do Chile" numa casa encostada à rua, uma ponte estreita de pedra sobre um ribeiro seco, uma ponte antiga e imponente escondida. Autóctones que se encantam com o nosso interesse e nos contam as histórias da terra misturadas com histórias banais de todos os dias, como se fizessemos parte das suas vidas. Gosto da autenticidade das gentes e das terras que são o que são!

Quando estou radiante, contente, bem disposta, mais ou menos, cansada, desanimada, farta ou desiludida tento olhar à volta com os olhos do maravilhamento

e é óptimo quando consigo!

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

imagem visual

quando jogavamos à cabra cega, nos vendavam os olhos e nos rodavam sobre nós próprios...

é assim que me sinto...