images...

'cause for now it's better if I just leave the words for another moment...

music? yeah... always some music...

So much happened for me in 2011...
but I must say it was a good year...


January 

February  

March

April

May

June

July

August

September

October 

November

December 

post stolen from Elisabelle

Zoom in!

Sunday afternoon with some very funny opera at the Pinacoteca do Estado (the state art gallery)...
Wonderful time... great company (a lot to catch up) and loooooots of pictures (that you will have to put up with for the whole week! Sorry...)
For now, some random details of the afternoon...
I had a great time! Hope your Sunday was as nice as mine... :o)
I feel quite ready to start the week! Sure it'll be buzzy and hoping it'll be a sunny one.

Beaujolais Nouveau...

Yes, I've lived in Paris for 6 years and yet I don't drink wine...
nevertheless, every single year she would invite me for the beaujolais nouveau... and I used to go... and even tried one of the not so great wines in France... just for he fun of the game... but after a sip or two I would just go back to my friend coca-cola.... :o)
Sometimes I look back and have some trouble realizing that it was all true...
I don't know f I make sense... But the thing is... it WAS real... and I still have some trouble not calling that "my life"...


I know the sight is not new, but that's the only bedroom view I have, and I quite like it... You can take the girl out of the city, but you can never take the city out of the girl... :o)

just breathe...

I know I promised the images of my fridge, and they WILL come (actually the post is ready)...
The delay is due to me attending my teenage idol concert last night...
I remember that the first time they came to Brazil it was, like, a 
month AFTER I moved to France... I was sooooooo disappointed... 

When I look back I remember clearly the first time I set eyes (and ears) on them... it was THIS video... (OMG can you please not look at the date? lol). I ran to the phone and colled my friend saying: who the hell are them? I'm in love! lol :o)

Back on the VHS era (and long before youtube) I would stare at MTV for hours to record the videoclips and then, watch it over and over again... some of them (like this one) I still know by heart (and when I say by heart I don't mean the lyrics, but every single movement of the video... oh the teenagers... lol)
Well, the thing is, I went to their concert in Paris and then, again, last night... it's amazing how something can just drag you back in time... for 2h15 they turned me into a 12 year old all over again... 


here's one song that I really like and they played last night...

I, me, mine...

Alma made a comment on one of my posts saying that I only appear in pieces (hands, eyes, feet...).
I thought about it for the week and, well, why not?
So, here you go, my self-centered post!

The thing is, I'm always behind the lenses, so, I found quite hard to find a good picture of myself... 
after careful searching I chose this one, by my best friend's husband, back in Paris... (I really like the picture, but maybe I've chosen it for the nostalgia...)
That's it! Have you all a pleasant week end...


Oh... some music, of course...

meio dividida...

do you care for some music?


"I look the city map
As someone who examines
The anatomy of a body...
I feel an infinite pain
From the streets
I'll never go through...
There are so many weird corners,
So many nuances of walls...
On the streets I haven't walk
(And there's an enchanting street
One which I haven't even seen on dreams...)
When I'm gone, one of these days,
Dust or lifted leaf
On the dawn wind,
I'll be a little bit of the nothing
Invisible, delicious
That makes your air
Seems more as a look,
Soft mysterious loving,
City of my walk,
And maybe of my rest..."


- some extracts of a Quintana poem called "the map" - 

10 years later...

"ain't good to know that you've got a friend?"

How many times in your life and with how many people you can be truly, really, truly honest? And how do you think people would react to such honesty?

Well, my childhood friends and I, ten years ago, decided to make a box (it’s on of those teenage thinks that we always see in movies or think about and never really do, but, well, we did it!). So, we made this box, with letters to each other, where we were supposed to tell who we would be in ten years.

I don’t know if I ever believed it would work and we would actually open this box with some of us being so far (geographically), but well, less than a month late we’ve cracked our Pandora box open.

We were already so different, and since then, so many things have changed… If one thing, TRUTH came out of it… truth in all its ways, specially with the fact that, in spite our different paths and the fact that we don’t actually cry on each others shoulders, we are, in fact, GREAT friends (maybe the bests lol)… Great friends for what we’ve lived together, for all the time that we’ve known each other… and sometimes I wonder that, maybe, we don’t cry on each others shoulders because we don’t have to… we kind of always figure out what’s going on without much needing to be said.

It was not a chocolate box, it would’ve been easier to digest, but then again, just think, from how many people would you be willing to hear the hard truth, and laugh?