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12.23.2009

Was it real?



Luv where are you?


We barely were friends
we became friends
I let you into my life
It was perfect, but love is too complicated.


We kissed, we kissed hours again


I looked into your eyes
you looked into mine
It was perfect, but love is too complicated.


We made love, real love
you asked me to marry you
looking deep down into my eyes
It was perfect, but love is too complicated.




I met your house,
met your mom
met your bed
It was perfect, but love is too complicated.


The last time we met, we ate the apple,
a green one, should id be red?
we made love, I started to believe this love was real
but there were the other side of the coin
It was perfect, but love is too complicated.

11.27.2009

Let's rock!!!! Long live to the posers!!!





Whatta glam night!






This last week I practically discovered the Glam Rock*. Not that I didn' t know it existed, I've always heard about a style named glam rock, but the only band I really Knew as Glam was KISS (I love Kiss), but this week I was wonderfully introduced to the glam rock world. And I kinda felt in love deeply with this style. But wow, there are so many bands I didn' tknow they were glam!!! Living and learning!!!
There are many glam rock bands. Here it comes a little list of my new favorite songs!!!
Let's rock, people!!!

To start the list, a song that many of us used to hear in the teens parties, the beautiful Whitesnake song, "Is this Love", is my 10º in this count down list!!!


10º "Is this love?" Whitesnake












9º "Forever" Kiss










 



 



 


 

 
8º "The final countdown" Europe

 


















7º "I'll be there for you" Bon Jovi


















6º "Something to believe in" Poison


5º "Cherry Pie" Warrant
This one is very bright!!!!


4º "To be with you" Mr Big




















3º "Heartbreak Station" from Cinderella This one makes my cry!!!!!!!! Beautiful!!! No comments...



















2º "Only time will tell" Nelson
My father loved this song!!!





















And the first one is the beautiful Def Lepard's song "Photograph"!!! It's because of this song I'm writting this post today!!! This song made my night so beautiful, so romantic, so special!!!!

Well, people, lots of glam kisses to yall!!!!!


Note:


*Glam rock (also known as glitter rock) is a style that developed in the UK in the post-hippie early 1970s that was "performed by singers and musicians wearing outrageous clothes, makeup, hairstyles, and platform-soled boots." The flamboyant costumes, and visual styles of glam performers were a campy, theatrical blend of nostalgic references to science fiction and old movies.
Largely a
British phenomenon, glam rock visuals peaked during the mid 1970s. According to many researchers, the most famous exponents of the fashion were David Bowie, Marc Bolan and T. Rex, Gary Glitter, and Slade. Other influential British and American performers include: Queen, Sweet, Wizzard, Roxy Music, Mud, Mott the Hoople, The Glitter Band, Elton John, and Suzi Quatro.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

11.20.2009

Recycling is all there is...

In times of war against the global warming and against general waste, we end up talking about garbage.
So, I love to search for decoration ideas that can give us a poetic view about anything that we first, could consider without use, which means: garbage again.
That's when craftwork of any kind is very welcome and warms our hearts, sometimes very cold, hard and blind to see and feel those little gestures of love. Yes, because practicing Art, nowadays is an investment in Human Nature and in our hability of thinking  that simplicity can make the diference.


So, I'm showing you through some pictures, some "garbage" that holds life in it, instead of being polluting our rivers and roads. Have a good weekend and holiday. And if you have some objects without any use, think about planting a seed in it.

11.08.2009

PERSONALITY

What's PERSONALITY?
We can say that it's a person's style or behavior.

Where does personality come from?
It comes from a combination of nature and nurture.
And what combination is that?
Oh yes! The first time I heard about that, in this particular way, was in an English book. I became very curious about the explanation and decided to go in depth.

I have found out that nature means your genetics, your general traits, what you inherit from your parents plus your own thoughts and emotions. Nurture is what and how the environment influences you through your family, school, friends, culture, and life experience in general. Describing emotions, we can say it's compreheded by feelings such as love, anger, fear and hate, for example and thoughts by memories, wishes, and plans.

In conclusion, in my point of view if your personality is built from both interior and exterior factors, it means that there is an exchange. You can infuence the environment and vice-verse. Therefore, you are in charge of your own personality. You are born with a start, a gift but you have the free will to improve it. It's up to you. But don't forget, the results depend on your attitude.

By Monica Giunta

11.02.2009

Wonderwoman, hosewife or sexy pin up, who can be it all?



I was wondering about all the things we must be nowadays. Today, Well, I think, more than ever, at least more than many decades ago, there is an imposition, I mean, the society imposes certain models about how the women should be. Of course it’s not new, in ancient Greece, or in Rome, many poets wrote about how to be this or that. In Ars Amandi, from Ovidius, the poet gives us a real “manual” about how to live, to behave in a lovely, sexy and adorable way.
The problem of this era is the multiplicity. Down with the multiplicity!!!
In the fifties, for example, women had to be perfect pun up housewives, submissive etc. In the eighties, business women, competitive. Now, the problem is that we have to be everything at the same time. Friends, workers, lovers, mothers, models, sexy… The stereotype is highly unfair. The media avalanche of hole models on how to be to behave brings too much patterns for us to follow.
About me, I have the deep sensation of incompetence. I feel that is almost impossible keep up minimally with all the “must be” issues we have nowadays. Sometimes I feel I’m not the right housewife, or the teacher, much less the lover. What am I? I don’t know. Today I feel it’s nice to be the minimal. The least. At least I wanna be a wife, not the best, just a simple one. A teacher, a friend. Each one at its time. At least.

10.19.2009

Brad Pitt is a Basterd!!!!! Movies worth to see now!




Hello, good morning!!!

Well, as a person who LOVES literature, art and MOVIES, I always like to make some lists of my favourite this, my favorite that. Today I will not make a list (it's coming soon, lots of them!!!), it's just some considerations about movies that I saw and LOVED the last weeks. Do you like to go to the movies? Me and my husband love, almost every week we see one or two films. Sometimes three. Unfortunately we can not see all the films, specially because almost only "commercial", "non-cult" movies go to all the theaters, so sometimes we have to download them.




My first new beloved one is Inglorious Basterds (BASTARDOS INGLÓRIOS, in Portuguese). Tarantino is the man!!!!!!! Wonderful. it's that kind of movie that makes you want to enter there and just fight with the characters!!! It's about a group of people that fight the nazi during the Second World War. I just hate Almost any movie about war, guns, these stuff, but this is ART, superb, wonderful. ALL the actors are great, perfect. Go to see it, now!!!




New Tarantino wonderful movie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


The second is the swedish movie Lat den rätte komme in, Let the right one come in (or DEIXE ELA ENTRAR, in Portuguese). One word, not one, two, three, whatever: WONDERFUL, MARVELLOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Boy suffers from bulling in school. Boy meets the new neighbor, a girl. Girl changes boy's life forever.

Although the story seems easy, it's not that old formula of vampire movies, it does not underestimate the audience intelligence. Forget about Twilight (CREPÚSCULO, in Portuguese). It's not corny, it's not common. It's almost Literature.







Lat den rätte komme in, Let the right one come in or Deixe ela entrar, in Portuguese.

The thrird one unfortunately I couldn't see at the movies, I saw it on Cinemax, a channel from HBO group. It's that kind of movies that makes you feel light, happy and you don't know exaclty why. Je vous trouve très beau, You are so beautiful or Você é tão Bonito, in Portuguese is about a widower farmer that goes to Romania to find another wife to help him in the farm...

It's a sensitive movie, funny, romantic. Definitely a worth to see movie!!!!!


Je vous trouve très beau, You are so beautiful, or Você é tão bonito in Portuguese. Poetic.

And you? Whar are the last worth to see movies you loved?

See yall!!!


10.17.2009

Farewell, Grandpa!


After this beautiful post from my friend Andrea, I'd like to write a letter to one dear person that passed away last Thursday: my grandpa.


Dearest grandpa!


I'd like to say that, fist of all, I'm thakful that you existed, you were born. Through you and my grandma my father was born. I'm glad you have lived 90 years. To me it's not much, I'd be happier if you could live 150. But I'm happy ayway. "Time". What is that? It seems that I'm still that little girl that you used to take to park and tell stories about your youth, about how you met my grandma and about how she was beautiful, how you loved her.

I'd like you to know that you ARE important to me. You were a brave person, raised seven kids, a grandson, watched a son to be murder in a burglary and always had something nice to say. You did believed in life. In the future I hope to be 30% what you were as a parent. I'm proud of you, proud of the family you have made.

Thank you, I hope you're with the angels now, cause you were one of them here on earth.


Your granddaugter, Tata.

10.15.2009

Alan Parsons Project "TIME"

The only thing certain in this life, besides the death itself, is the uninterrupted passage of the time , without complaints, without sorrows, without doubts...
"Flowing like a river to the sea", showing on our faces the marks of what we have done to ourselves during our mission on this planet, full of unanswered questions, unaltered facts in history, full of unafraid feelings of conquering freedom.
Time... an unchangeable journey through the mysteries of the human race, a great spectacle of communion among nature elements that can move the eternity into cycles of hours, minutes or seconds that can change life inninterruptedly, a circle of life, forever, time forever time.....

10.09.2009

Everything she wants




Every thing she wants


"How could you leave me, when I needed to posses you?

I hated you, I loved you too."

Wutering Heights, Kate Bush


He always felt kind of out of place.

A man isn't supposed to be romantic. Too odd.

Since he was born, he was in love with some girl. Who the hell the girl was she wasn' really important. I think they were all one. In fact, the truth is that he has always been in love with the same girl, but in different bodies. The first teacher, the first doctor. The first female friend from the kingdom garden. Being in love was the regular state of mind.

But, once upon in his life there was THE girl. First time he looks to her: Love in the pure state. He felt like a punch in the stomach. Could this be really real? She personified every woman in the world. She was from all the colors, all the sounds. What was she? Diamond girl, precious stone, that's what she was to him.

He introduces himself. She looks to him. Love.

One morning he wakes up, he is going to pick her up at college. He is happy. He wants to stay with her, not just date, he wants her every minute, to sleep with her, to hug every piece of her. Tonight they're supposed to be together, they are going to the mountains. She loved " Wuthering Heights". He could be a Heathcliff. In front of the school she says she feels like staying at home, alone. Ok, That's right. At home, she feels alone and he comes back, talks to her, they drink wine, but her sisters are at home and he can not stay in her room and can't hug a single piece of her.

A month later she wants to stop college, stop work. Life is only one, you gotta live to the limit. You gotta do what you want to do. Art school. Painting. Now she is free, she wants to live with him. Same house, same space. They want each other, they kiss until their lips hurt. They move together. Too weeks later she misses her mom. In three weeks, her sisters. Patience is his virtue, but his Catherine Earnshaw decides to live apart. "Let' just stay friends".

She moves to Bangkok. He waits. He waits her letters, her emails.

He meets Lucia.

Lucia has the same hair since she was 18.

She works in a bank. Lucia was a true woman. She was no sunshine, but he would have a true family with her. His love with "Catherine Earnshaw" now seamed a strange good dream dreamed a long, long time ago.

Next month they got married.

video

10.01.2009

Dancing with myself



Don't you think that somethings make us remember??????????



Friends, happiness, sadness, loves. When I listen to some songs, records, cds, whatever, I remember many nice things (not sooooooo nice sometimes..)

Well, today, Ill tell you in one word (or something like that) what some cds make me remember. I guess I't gonna be funny!!!!!!!! Let' go!!!





1995, college days.





Sunday happy morning eating chocolate cookies (from Piraquê)



Saturday mornig waiting for a party at night (1989).



I used to listen to this songs when I wanted to feel cool. And romantic. And sexy.




Me. Wanting to go to Boston to see them.




My aunts cleaning the bathroom EVERY Saturday morning. It's hell in earth, believe me.



And you??????????????? What songs/cds make you REMEMBER???????????????????

9.29.2009

Sunny connected souls.

It's funny how people are connected in their minds without having the slightest idea about it, without even knowing they have something in common...or not, maybe it can be just a coincidence also. Let me explain.


Yesterday I had this strong feeling of seing the sea...Yes, the ocean, the salty water , the oceanic breathing, the sun....I miss it so much! I'm a Leo, so my zodiac sign explains it all. I miss the energy that comes from sunny days.

 I live on the mountain side of my state. My hometown is called Nova Friburgo, which means "New Cold village". Do I have to say how cold it is in the winter? Fireplaces, cheese, wine, overcoats... all of these are perfect and I don't dislike them, but I'm a daughter of the sun. I'm a completelly different person when I feel the hot weather, when I walk through the sand, shoeless, wearing my colorful bathing suits , feeling the sun tanning my skin, the wind passing by my whole body, listening to the waves kissing the sand, looking at the infinite horizon, freeing my mind from problems and bad thoughts of any kind.
The last time I went to the beach was eight months ago. Why so long? Because I have a little cute baby and for his protection, I decided not to put him through situations he can't stand for now. Now he is 10 months old and  it's Spring around here, so, I'm planning to take him for a day on the beach. Maybe this Saturday.

Anyway, all of this just to say that I write and follow a collective blog called Autores S/A. And this morning I was caught up by surprise when I read a poem of another writer that happens to be  a Leo as well and the subject of her poem, was the same as mine! Isn't it incredible ? She is talking about the same need, the eagerness for the ocean, for the sun. And we don't know each other, she doesn't know my personal blog or anything like that.


I love the net because of these little happenings. We can find soul mates virtually, without having the possibility of knowing them in any other situations in life. Real life...I have been making many friends through the blogsphera and I love it! I love the interactivity built just through the written words... And good night to all of you who stops by .

9.25.2009

Love Story


A sorta fairytale


Let's see colours that have never been seen

Let's go to places no one else has been

Electrical Storm, U2


She lived in the sea with the others sea beings, loved the water, she was the water and the water was her. Adena used to swim from blue Greece islands to Italy sea. Adena had no sisters, some disappeared when in love with some sailors and others she just never heard from them anymore. She barely remembers from them, they were all like her, human and fish at the same time. Sometimes Linux were more fish than girl, although she was curious about humans, women, legs. They all had legs. Legs much better than tail, legs the same as wings, even better.
Fourteen thousand years. No human contact, except for the singing. She sang to herself but couldn't help being heard by humans. Through her voice she has been loved, adored, worshiped during all her life. But no contact.
Then He was born.
One night He feels like swimming. He hears the singing. That night Adena wasn't singing to herself. They look at each other and everything makes sense. Caught up in the rapture . No differences, no promises.
She moves in to the island. Everyday is a silly love story of kisses and poems. How could she never new Love. Love's so right. They slowly became each other, no need of food, thy fed of the drops of themselves they sip from each other. Days, months, years of happiness.
Then she got legs. On day in the morning Adena wakes us and no tail. She touches the legs, feels the fingers, the ground, the sand and the water f the sea. He looks at her, loves her, fish or woman, there's no one like her. Let's get married. You're mine, I'm yours, kids, house, relatives-in-law, everything.

Marriage: kids, house, relatives-in-law, everything.

Adena misses the sea. They have arguments about anything everyday. She walks into every room in the house. The house is so small. Land is so small.
One night He takes her into his arms and goes to the sea. He lets the waves hold her, it feels like home.
She's water again.



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9.21.2009

Getting started.


If I ever see you again
I want to be sure
The sun will rise with your smile
I'll trade my belongings
for some peace in my heart
for a moment with the stars.
Not denying my feelings.
Not hidding the words
that were meant to be said.

But now my heart is cloudy
And I do nothing
while the tears fall down on my chest
like the rain drops
I watch outside my window pane.

But even the rain
Brings the smell of a touch
I could taste before.
It was a moment in life
I would trade and try
so happy inside
I'd fly above the skies
Searching once again
wherever you are...

If you could see me now
and understand
It doesn't matter where you are
which really matters is
to find your spirit
getting closer to mine
getting started for a new season of  love
A new season of sunny days and colorful flowers
Just like my heart when it used to see you.

I hope and pray
Never give up !
I hope and say
You'll be mine.
And Spring and Summer
will refresh my soul.

So....I look outside and the rain is gone.
The clouds are going away
The sun shows up its shinning rays
And I feel my heart smiling again.





9.18.2009

She wolf






She wolf



"A new flame has come, and nothing she can do can do me wrong."


Simply Red






She was a regular woman. She had also a regular job. Every day, from Monday to Friday she woke up at 6:00 am to dress up to work. It was nice to walk fifteen minutes through the Streets of São Paulo. As she never had a car- too afraid to drive- she loved to feel the wind blowing her face when she was inside the bus. The wind used to bring her such a hapyy feeling that sometimes she used to forget she was going to work. At this moment there was only the wind. Hapiness.

This woman didn't like very much the days because during daytime she felt she wasn't existing, it was like a dream, but not that good dreams that make us want to stay in bed. She felt that only about five or six pm she was starting to be alive.

Today was a day like all the others. Almost like, because when she woke up she felt like dressing up very nicely, more than usual. She used to put on a jeans, a t-shirt and high heels, but not now. A long look at the mirror, as she was making love to it. Make up on every spot of the twenty seven year old face. A long dress and a gorgeous perfume. No one used to look at her, not even long time-so-superficial-friends. Today feels like the earth, sky and the people on the streets really look at her and the wind kisses her more than ever.

She's now leaving work but she doesn't remember very well how was the working day. She just remembers she worked, ate lunch and the disgusting new math teacher asked her to go somewhere, some day. the man seems too grassy, tedious, and a close talker, witch she hates more than the oil skin. She says something without any relevance to him and goes to the bathroom to put some lipstick to go home, but when she looks at the mirror something is different.

Her skin is covered with a little soft fur and the touch feels like her old teddy bear that she still kepps on her bed together with the tweve pillows. As she hurries home, comes a strange sensation of freedom and pleasure to walk specially this night. She has alwaysl loved the nightlife, the moon. Now the night loved her. Finally a lover. She ran home, ran so fast that she barely felt the ground, she floated. She, wind.

At home, she locks herself at the bedroom, refusing to eat the everyday macaroni her aunt made for dinner, she lays down, feeling a thick fur grow throuh her body, from the head to the feet. Her nails grow and start to look like her poodle's. No, looks more like her neighbor's pit bull. Teeth, head, hands, everything is different. Finally she is. She wolf. She happy. She's herself now.

9.17.2009

The bright side of things

Change your emotions and your life. The whole universe will change with you!
Believe it!

It is possible to cause, by your own effort, a rupture of the old life concepts and build up a new and wonderful paradigm. It does not matter what your previous experiences have been or the age you are!
There is a holy statement which says: "I make as new everything."
Change your mind and you can change your life...since your thoughts are carried on with true emotions.
You cannot attract health and abundance to your own experience when you have negative emotions, even if you have affirmative statements. This is the point where most people fail.
Imagine that as soon as you think positively you start up the law of attraction automatically.
But insisting for some time of thinking positively but in a superficial way, without your emotions flowing according to your thoughts...result: little positive things occur achieving in this way.

Make the difference: think with feelings and emotions and you will be able to change your destiny!


First of all, become aware that your present state reflects your emotions lived in the past. Forget what is gone, work your emotions out in order to change the present time and get prepared to receive the future that you create right now in your mind.
You can start like that: I am the creation of God, therefore, I AM his daughter.

God is infinite abundance.
God is perfect health.
God is absolute peace.
God is permanent joy.
God is love.

God is everything which is good, wonderful and perfect.
Maybe I may be living the illusion of being separate from the SOURCE OF CREATION at this moment, but in my essence, I AM ONE with HIM, I am LIKE HIM.
The enthusiasm is an elevated feeling capable to reach sublimated areas of consciousness which vibrates according to the Universal Law, first source of all creative action.

It is necessary to think always positively, motivated by a strong feeling of being able to generate enthusiasm. Just achieving that, things start changing.

Source: Comunidade "Conexão da Luz", by Orkut.
Translation (version) adapted by Monica Giunta.

9.15.2009

Rain

This poem came to me one day while I was watching it rain, and listening to the radio. It is very true in our lives that we must choose for ourselves how to live, and which song to sing, be it happy or sad. I like to think I choose to sing a happy song, of life and laughter. But, of course, sometimes life chooses for us also.


I can hear the rain
Softly falling down
each drop a symphony of sound
It Makes me think
About what a feel inside

It can sound just like a sad song with a slow beat
the kind that makes me daydream
and feel sad and sigh
as I think of what might of been or could be in my life

Or maybe it is a happy song that brings back sweet memories
tender thoughts and special smiles
thinking of someone who makes my heart beat faster
and my laughter ring with happiness and joy

Or maybe it is a love song
with sweet and soft lyrics
tender, romantic and sensual
that makes me think of dancing in the rain

I need to decide which song
is the one I’m hearing
which music soothes my soul
and which song I want to sing along with

Sometimes, I have to choose a song
and sometimes the song just chooses me.

9.09.2009

Why English? The Enchantment explains it all.




When I was a little girl, I used to come back  to the living room late at night to watch tv behind my parents back. My father hated soap operas and disliked the fact that a child would be after nine pm out of bed (nowadays I understand why).

The fact is, everything that is prohibited is better. So, I waited until I was sure my father was deeply asleep to watch those "Corujão Sessions", on Globo channel.

It always amazed me those credits in the beggining and in the end of the movies... All the different , strange and difficult names that I tried to guess how to pronounce . Every time I read "The" (and there were so many times), I wondered if it was an article, a capital letter, the name of a company and so on.

I was enchanted by it, and always talked to myself that when I was a growing up person, I'd travel around the world to know such places I watched on tv and that I 'd be able to talk in that language.

I'm from a time (not too far ago) that few people could hardly ever think that English would become such a powerful language as it has become. Attending an English course was just an extra activity among ballet classes , swimming or playing a musical instrument .

I remember that in my city there were only two courses when I decided that I wanted to study it: C.C.A.A. and Cultura Inglesa. The first one taught American English and the second, British English. I didn't even know they were that different, like Portuguese from Brazil and from Portugal. All I knew was that I was familiarized with the American one, by the music I heard on the radio.

It was great to repeat the drills after the teachers and sing songs watching the videoclips from Madonna, Michael Jackson, Billy Joel, Elton John. The eightys were great!

I didn't finish the supposed seven years to complete the course. But I got part of my dream of knowing personally a place where English is a first language. My nine years living in the USA gave me knowledge about their culture, which comes as a gift to complete the learning process of any language.

I breathed English 20/20 and I'm very glad that I had this opportunity. When I came back to Brazil I decided right away that I had to go back to college and graduate in Arts.

A month ago it was my graduation in Portuguese/Literature, but English still is my passion. I like to teach, although it seems to be very boring the process of being always teaching basic level students . We end up not being able of practicing the language to the fully.

And then came the Internet. I discovered the Blogsphera and I started a blog of my own where I write in Portuguese, of course. Then, came an idea of a second blog where I post lyrics and clips of songs I like in both languages and poetry as well.

After that I received an invitation from a friend of mine to write in a blog with other people. Everyone has its own page to post any kind of text. Each one of us has its day of the week. My day of posting is on Thursdays. Each week I try to write in a different style, but some people stick to just one kind of text, which is okay. The only rule is that each post must be original. Just like the one I'm finishing to write to you.

I want to welcome all the writers and readers who will joy this blog. I'm very happy about it because I see on it a posssibility of making new friends, sharing new thoughts and an exchange of ideas and doubts we all have about this wonderful language that we embraced like our own. Good luck and good journey through the words to all of us.