The best time eva'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Favorite video from the 90's

AND

Well, some weeks ago I was talking to some friends about tour teenage years, about how DIFFERENT we were, considering none of us is more or much more than 30 years old. We were trying to figure it out how is to be a teenager in the internet age. Yes, there was a time when there was not internet, consequently, no tweeter, no orkut, my space or face book. Oh, and no cell phones too!!!!

                                Favorite tv serie. A bit of alienation doesn't hurt.

At that time, to be a teen in the 90’s, a child in the 80’s, was really fantastic!!! Of course, it must be fantastic to be a teen now, specially for them, but in my concerne, now everyone who has a digital camera, some imagination and a LOT of self esteem can be a sort of star now. Most of my friend and me are teachers or pedagogs. I have noticed that many of us have students as friends in orkut or face book. When I visit some of these pages, suddenly that humble, shy student of mine is a charming pop star or a fame fatale. How can it be? They simply put on dreams as clothes and they have free access to different behaviors, different stars, music etc. Seems to me that everyone is a star, everyone poses!

   Caio Fernando abreu, this man changed my life in 1995, when I first read his books.

Some time ago, the inspiration usually came from the tv series, soap operas and music stars. Nowadays it comes from everywhere. It’s not very uncommon an ordinary person call become famous because of some peculiar ability or talent, some time ago, to be an artist was much more difficult, to release an album was almost impossible. Today you can throw your music on My Space and be e successful or not. I remember when we used to fall in Love with some music in the “past”, there was not the facility of googling it to learn the lyrics. There were basically two ways, we copied- yes, handwriting- or we looked the lyrics at magazines like Bizz or Letras e Cifras. It was exciting and I particulary liked to copy and memorize the lyrics.

(it continues...)

Is there a time to really, really love?

"You're in my mind all of the time

I know that's not enough

If the sky can crack

There must be someway back

For love and only love"

Our love, the most beautiful thing
I’ll give you the best wishes the best things every time,

Every day


I don’t wanna be a ghost, a memory
I don’t want you to remember us with a bitter flavor
In your mouth


I want you to be what you really are
I want you to be a king, a lord, in my heart
I’ll kiss you


You are the love of a life,
the tattoo that will never disappear
forever and ever.

In a cave with you

It’s terrible not having you in my life.



Horrible not telling you a three hour good morning,


to kiss you for hours and hours.


I love to take your hands and walk thought the streets.


I love every thing.


You told me I didn’t listen you sing…


How could I?


It must be the sound of heaven, of happiness.


I wish I could throw it all away,


I wish I could live with you in a cave


eating mammoths and making love to you every day.

Searching for writers. Do you wanna be part of our team?

You know...  writting is not easy, especially in another language.
It's difficult to find the right words to express our feelings, our thoughts.
It's difficult to be exposed to many mistakes and to be judged by others
who understand and maybe are more fluent in the language than we think we are.
But this is exactly the challenge!
Putting ourselves in the edge.
At the same time we can find  inside ourselves
that, YES, WE CAN.
The feeling of overcoming our own criticism and expectations
bring us a sensation of relief and achivement.
So, if you want to be part of our team
and expose your ideas, texts, opinions, fellings, poems,
send a text of yours to this e-mail: amaralandra(@gmail.com.
You'll be welcome.
We are here to make new friends, to exchange our doubts
related to the English Language, to practice more.
Please, don't forget to tell your friends also.

Thank you and be welcome! Don't give up.

Vision

My eyes are tired of not seeing what is real.

My vision is darkened from the sights

of colors I picture inside my mind

Instead of seeing the colors the worls is really painted of.

I need to rest my eyelashes.

I need to ease my pain.

I need to close my eyelids

And dream.

A beaultiful New Year to Yall

This year I'd like to give my so very Best thanks to some dear friends that inspired me the last year.

First, a beautiful 2010 to my writer palls of “Back to the Beginning” and Autores SA, Monica and my dearest Andrea ,Camila and Lohan, wonderful people and a very talented ones!!!!! Thanks to invite me to your blogs, in 2009 was very important to me to have the opportunity to express myself. I couldn’t find time to write and it was a wonderful way to discover some feelings I even didn’t know I had. This is priceless. I wish I had more time to dedicate to a better writing and to write more too.


Special thanks to my friends Magali, Terumi and Larissa Yumi. I love you very much, my friends, you lighten up my life!!!!!


Juliana, thanks to God and to orkut I found you, the 2009 was the year we reencountered and it was lovely to feel you as friend as always!!!!


Mauricio, this year we didn’t meet so often, but it was because of your successful professional life!!!!! I hated to meet you not so very often, but I love you love your job with all your heart and soul. I’m very proud of you and you know it!!!!


Camillo Landoni, whatta beautiful lovely person you are, my dearest friend!!!! We met so long ago and the 2009 was the year we met again. Was written in the stars, for sure!!!!!

To all the “back to the Beginning” followers and visitors, a “flowerfull”, lovely and beaultifull 2010!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

To you: “Strawberry Fields Forever”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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.