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Author: Luciana Mariano
“Fidelidade”
Have you ever felt fragile?
Do you know the feeling of needing to be protected but not being able to trust anyone around? Vulnerable, weak, sad, powerless, impotent, fearful. Sometimes life feels heavy and uncomprehensible. Then, while we hope, work, live and wait for better days, a friend steps in and shows love through a new and rare word: fidelity. Doesn´t need to say a thing because it is it´s presence that does the whole work. Doesn´t need to do a thing because it is it´s attitude that shows the way.
Faith is growing inside of me. It´s allowing life to be bigger than the littleness of some. My soul is, slowly, regaining it´s power by finally trusting who deserves it. My son is more than my motivation, he´s the reason for all my worries, my efforts, my best. Time is wise and life always brings the necessary situations for growth.
If love is the ultimate door, fidelity is one of the sure keys.
Hora do Brasil
Valéria e Gabriel
This was the most beautiful wedding I´ve ever been to… I wish them as much beauty and love as that lovely evening inspired! Retrato de casamento, versão naif. Valeria e Gabriel: parabéns e muitas felicidades!
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Carnaval – Carnival – Karneval – Carnevale
Filho: podem tirar tudo de mim, mas nunca conseguirão tirar você. E é isso o que realmente importa.
MÁSCARA NEGRA
Quanto riso oh quanta alegria
Mais de mil palhaços no salão
Arlequim está chorando
Pelo amor da colombina
No meio da multidão
Foi bom te ver outra vez
Está fazendo um ano
Foi no carnaval que passou
Eu sou aquele pierrô
Que te abraçou e te beijou meu amor
Na mesma máscara negra
Que esconde o teu rosto
Eu quero matar a saudade
Vou beijar-te agora
Não me leve a mal
Hoje é carnaval
Game of life – Jogo da vida – Livet´s spil – Gioco della vita
In Brazil we use to say that the year only (really) begins after Carnival… I love Carnival, but i´m really looking forward to get 2010 started!
I believe life is a game but some people make too much fuzz out of it and forget that the rules applies to bothsides, always.
So boys and girls who have been playing with people´s hearts and lifes: the game for you will soon be over.
The masks will fall and it will finally be time for action. For some the game will be over. For others it is just about to start!
Winning is not as important as playing. And the way you play can pretty much define the kind of person you are.
What is your favorite game?
Do you believe in ‘Fair Play’ ?
Are you having fun?
it may never come
what time is it? it doesn´t matter… all that matters is the fact that you are going. whatever it means.
que horas são? não importa… tudo o que importa é o fato de você estar indo. seja lá o que isso signifique.
Hanne´s pictures
This was a sad week, because 2 of my friends lost their loved ones after a long battle against cancer. Losing is never easy. Sometimes we chose leaving and that´s something else. They didn´t. They were loved, they loved, they wanted to stay, but they had to leave. I think of cancer as a desease that appears so one can be taken care of. I think also someone with a lot of sadness or anger con accumulate enough of bad energy so it can become a cancer. Life can be lost, jobs can be lost, opportunities can be lost… but the soul lives on. I like to believe that loved ones, when they die, it´s like they move far, far away in a place where they can be forever glad, healthy and peaceful. I imagine it as a place so strange and far to what i´ve ever seen, that it could look like this…
I like to think that one day we will all meet there, catch up the news, live happy ever after. I believe this is just the ‘warm up’… real fun starts when we are free from the heavy matter and energy. Freedom at last. Challenge and the adversity are things we have to deal with after we lose someone we love. But that´s part of this game called life. Real living, I believe, is for those who continue, after they leave this silly game full of loss and pain.
Thank you Beth for fighting bravely for love and life.
Thank you Carla for the example of love, patience and devotion.
Thak you Hanne for the lovely photos (I believe you were in heaven looking for Fred and took this pictures to prove it) – hope you don´t mind using them to convince my friends now…lol
Thank you Ricardo for the bravery – and the meaningful New Year´s Eve. you gave me.
Thank you Jamie for showing that it´s always possible to get new (and even better) starts. (Congratulations girl!)
Thank you Mathias, mom, sis, dad, bro – those who stay, and those who go – proving love is, even when it´s gone
Thank you friends for helping me so much with your own examples. We will always be connected through love
obrigada, obrigada, obrigada
water – água – vand – acqua
In times of darkness and pain, angels, disguised as friends send us hidden messages that are pure alchemy, pure blessing, pure love.
So did a friend of mine today. I hope you too enjoy this lesson.
Become a Lake
An aging Hindu master grew tired of his apprentice complaining, and so, one morning, sent him for some salt. When the apprentice returned, the master instructed the unhappy young man to put a handful of salt in a glass of water and then to drink it. “How does it taste?” the master asked. “Bitter,” spit the apprentice. The master then asked the young man to take another handful of salt and put it in the lake nearby. Once the apprentice swirled his handful of salt in the water, the old man said, “Now drink from the lake.” As the water dripped down the young man’s chin, the master asked, “How does it taste?” “Fresh,” remarked the apprentice. “Do you taste the salt?” asked the master. “No,” said the young man.
At this, the master took the young man’s hands, offering, “The pain of life is pure salt; no more, no less. The amount of pain in life remains exactly the same. However, the amount of bitterness we taste depends on the container we put the pain in. So when you are in pain, the only thing you can do is to enlarge your sense of things . . .
STOP BEING A GLASS. BECOME A LAKE.”
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O velho Mestre pediu a um jovem triste que colocasse uma mão cheia de sal em um copo de água e bebesse.
-‘Qual é o gosto?’ – perguntou o Mestre.
-Ruim’ – disse o aprendiz.
O Mestre sorriu e pediu ao jovem que pegasse outra mão cheia de sal e levasse a um lago.
Os dois caminharam em silêncio e o jovem jogou o sal no lago. Então o velho disse:
-‘Beba um pouco dessa água’.Enquanto a água escorria do queixo do jovem o Mestre perguntou:
-‘Qual é o gosto?’
-‘Bom!disse o rapaz.
-‘Você sente o gosto do sal?’ perguntou o Mestre.
-‘Não disse o jovem.
Mestre então, sentou ao lado do jovem, pegou em suas mãos e disse
-‘A dor na vida de uma pessoa não muda. Mas o sabor da dor depende de onde
a colocamos. Quando você sentir dor, a única coisa que você deve fazer é
aumentar o sentido de tudo o que está a sua volta.
É dar mais valor ao que você tem do que ao que você perdeu. Em outras palavras:
“É deixar de Ser copo, para tornar-se um Lago.”
somewhere…
There is an imaginary world somewhere in time and space, where everything is possible.
People are happy, loved, faithful, colors are true, intentions are noble, gestures are kind.
A place where no harm can be done, no dream is impossible, no heart can be broken.
No pain, no fear, no weakness, only beauty, goodness, peace.
It´s of course only an imaginary place. But is a safe place, where good thoughts have a chance to be born.
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Quer conhecer mais do meu trabalho?
e visite a “Cow -dê Você” a minha vaquinha da Cow Parade, exposta à Rua Hastinfilo de Moura, 335, Morumbi.
luciana mariano 
