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ALTA ESTIMA

Doce surpresa da semana.

Ninguém está realmente sozinho se depender dos amigos. As vezes acho até que  Deus não me deixou ganhar na loteria ainda porque o capital humano que ele me provê é superior a qualquer fortuna financeira que eu possa imaginar em possuir. Nesta semana encontrei minha amiga-anjo Valeria Paterna, a quem me cedeu casa, comida e amizade, há 20 anos atrás. Amigos de verdade são assim. Tesouros raros. Jóias únicas. Valores que o coração guarda e que nunca perdem o valor, a beleza, a grandeza.

Ainda me pego espantada com o plano divino que coloca pessoas assim no meu caminho.

Amigos são exemplos da ALTA estima fora de nós… e motivos para a AUTO estima dentro de nós.

Obrigada Valeria Teresa Paterna, Claudia Grosso-Couto, Susanna, Francesca e Vittoria Gianinni, Famiglia Di Legami, Elô, Vanessa, Márcia, Claudia, e tantas, tantas amigas e amigos que moram no meu coração e me acolhem nos seus.

COWPARADE BRASIL 2010 – O Livro

Lançamento dia 24/6 na Livraria Cultura (Loja das Artes) na Paulista, das 18:30 às 21:30.

Conto com a presença de todos!

PS: Os artistas participantes estarão presentes para autografar os livros!

Time to smell the flowers

There is a picture on the wall, but I´m not sure it´s a real painting. It could be a mirror. It shows a narrow place with no windows, one painting on the right side with a quiet but colorful landscape. And then there is an open door. A door that will probably take you out of the sameness of the days. A door that was perhaps used by a tired soul to scape a world of frustration, someone that used to be buried under a safe ceiling, hidden by a comfy red armchair and cousy wall papers.
There is a key on the side coffee table. Beneath the key lays a piece of paper – maybe a message? a farewell note? or even just a gentle tissue avoiding scratches on the wooden furniture.
The flowers are silent as the cat. They both mind their own business while I wonder, frenetically, about things I don´t understand, stuff I can´t explain, feelings I can´t express.

Never mind the nonsense. Take the time to smell the flowers if you can. Run away, if you get the chance. I know I did.

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Thank you Mauro, Carlos, Alba, Edson and all of my  friends for the scent of flowers and the opportunity to make a living while I continue to persue my dreams!

espelho – mirror – specchio – spejl

No espelho, olhos curiosos.

A busca inversa do sentido,  companhia irrefutável, solidão velada, testemunho eterno

Confissões.

O espelho não aprova ou condena, ele observa impassível.

Até que a morte os separe, seu reflexo conhece a fidelidade, mas não o toque, não o acolhimento morno.

Sorri quando sorri, chora quando chora.

Acompanha devaneios mas não expressa opinião. Não critica nem julga. Repete. Inverte. Acompanha.

É a parte de mim que vejo mas não conheço. Olho, mas não sei. Longe de mim é nada, perto de mim sou eu.

Algoz, anjo, cúmplice.

Verdade, ilusão.

Silêncio.

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“The world is a great mirror. It reflects back to you what you are. If you are loving, if you are friendly, if you are helpful, the world will prove loving and friendly and helpful to you. The world is what you are.” Thomas Dreier

“Only in quiet waters things mirror themselves undistorted. Only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the world.”
Hans Margolius

“There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.” Edith  Wharton

flores de maio – fiori di maggio – may flowers – mai blomster

I know many people that have birthday in May.

For all of them and for everyone else I don´t even know: Happy Birthday!

May flowers bring joy to your life!

Poesia e Pincel

Ausência

Por muito tempo achei que a ausência é falta.
E lastimava, ignorante, a falta.
Hoje não a lastimo.
Não há falta na ausência.
A ausência é um estar em mim.
E sinto-a, branca, tão pegada, aconchegada nos meus braços,
que rio e danço e invento exclamações alegres,
porque a ausência, essa ausência assimilada,
ninguém a rouba mais de mim.

(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)

Lolô & Lulu

friends are sisters that we choose

friends are angels that we find

friends are people that we love

above and beyond anything, friends are a gift from life.

Happy birthday Lolô. Happy life, always.

day of may

Friendship IXX by Khalil Gibran
And a youth said, “Speak to us of Friendship.”

Your friend is your needs answered.

He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.

And he is your board and your fireside.

For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.

When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the “nay” in your own mind, nor do you withhold the “ay.”

And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;

For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.

When you part from your friend, you grieve not;

For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.

And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.

For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.

And let your best be for your friend.

If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.

For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?

Seek him always with hours to live.

For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.

And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.

For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

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Dear Friends: I´m grateful for your existence in my life (and you know who you are)…<3

*fireworks*

I´m speachless…

So, I´m just posting this painting because my son likes it… and I like him… and that´s why.

Mathias: jeg savner dig!!! Kom hjem! Men ha´det sjov der alligevel… jeg kan vente (tror jeg) :-)))

Te amo filhote!