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Paradiso * Paradis * Paradise * Paraíso

Se esse amor
Ficar entre nós dois
Vai ser tão pobre amor
Vai se gastar…

Se eu te amo e tu me amas
Um amor a dois profana
O amor de todos os mortais
Porque quem gosta de maçã
Irá gostar de todas
Porque todas são iguais…

Se eu te amo e tu me amas
E outro vem quando tu chamas
Como poderei te condenar
Infinita tua beleza
Como podes ficar presa
Que nem santa num altar…

Quando eu te escolhi
Para morar junto de mim
Eu quis ser tua alma
Ter seu corpo, tudo enfim
Mas compreendi
Que além de dois existem mais…

Amor só dura em liberdade
O ciúme é só vaidade
Sofro, mas eu vou te libertar
O que é que eu quero
Se eu te privo
Do que eu mais venero
Que é a beleza de deitar…

Quando eu te escolhi
Para morar junto de mim
Eu quis ser tua alma
Ter seu corpo, tudo enfim
Mas compreendi
Que além de dois existem mais…

Amor só dura em liberdade
O ciúme é só vaidade
Sofro, mas eu vou te libertar
O que é que eu quero
Se eu te privo
Do que eu mais venero
Que é a beleza de deitar…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7dOoFlSmg8

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SONETO DE AMOR
Pablo Neruda

Desnuda eres simple
como una de tus manos,
lisa, terrestre, minima,
redonda, transparente,
tienes lineas de luna,
caminos de manzana,
desnuda eres
delgada como el
trigo desnudo.

Desnuda eres azul como
la noche en Cuba,
tienes enredaderas y
estrellas en el pelo,
desnuda eres
enorme y amarilla
como el verano en
una iglesia de oro.

Desnuda eres pequena
como una de tus unas,
curva, sutil, rosada
hasta que nace el dia
y te metes en el
subterraneo del mundo.

como en un largo tunel
de trajes y trabajos:
tu claridad se apaga,
se viste, se deshoja
y otra vez
vuelve a ser
una mano
desnuda.

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!

um livro SOBRE a morte

Um livro sobre a morte

Projeto e Concepção:

Matthew Rose
Curadoria e Organização:
Realização:
Museu Brasileiro da Escultura

4-28 de fevereiro de 2010
de terça a domingo

das 10:00 as 19:00 hrs
Av. Europa, 218 – Jd Europa
São Paulo – Brasil

http://www.umlivrosobreamorte.blogspot.com/

“Death is not the biggest fear we have; our biggest fear is taking the risk to be alive — the risk to be alive and express what we really are.”

farvel 24. september

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Til dig: I dag skulle vi fejre vores 18. bryllupsdag. Den sang har du spillet for mig en dag… http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsBe1B8jvSY Nu giver jeg tilbage til dig, jeg har ikke brug for den laengere. Vores historie afslutter idag i mit hjerte. Jeg er glad at vaere fri, endelig. Jeg oensker dig et godt liv. Mit starter nu. Farvel, Mig.

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ATOS DE LIBERTAÇÃO/LIBERATION ACTS:

AL-1: Você está sozinha agora: vai ser feliz!

LA-1: You are now on your own: go and be merry!

[RETRATOS DE FAMÍLIA]

family

 

FAMILY PORTRAIT PROJECT

This is a project from the heart.

I want to paint family portraits for families, brides, grandparents… 

I want this family portraits project to become part of the owners history.

 

PROJETO RETRATO DE FAMILIA

Este é um projeto do coração.

Eu quero pintar retratos de familia para familias, noivas, avós…

Eu quero que este projeto se torne parte da história dos donos dos quadros…

making a living

ciranda

I didn´t know how hard it would be. And yet rewarding…

This is no holliday. I need to make a living, pay my bills, take care of my son and to paint. 8 hours, 12 hours, 16 hours daily. With no promise of a salary in the end of the day, month, year. Only promises of new projects, new shows, new possibilities. So much hope inside. Meanwhile, on the outside, canvas growing wild in my bedroom, livingroom, everywhere around me. People come and go, they appreciate it and they say: I wish I had the means to buy one… (YOU DO!) …no, I have other priorities now. Of course, colorful naive images on the wall are not made for the busy, struggling, simple man. So I am the busy, struggling, simple woman that must consider a second or third job in order to make life happen too. My heart gets heavy; I worry about being completely absorved by this workingman day that some call job and leaving my soul behind on the paintings I´d never be able to paint. I have plenty of work, it´s just not providing [yet]. It´s like considering a sabbatical just before the big break. It´s like choosing between love and money as they would be inconcievable essencials, forbidden by destiny to be reached or recieved at the same time.

I feel trapped, but i´m not giving up. I feel lonely but not hopeless. Dreams of new paintings polulate my sleep and new, exciting images keep appearing before my eyes: that must be a sign.

Or I´m just really naive.

wouldn´t it be nice…

sol

… if I could only lay down in my bed and be reached by the sun light, gentle, warm, peacefully.

…if  all my troubles could be about deciding what to wear today.

…if the worst confusion of my life was the messy pattern of my quilt.

…if  I could stop time, and decide wisely wich way to go… and keep walking until I reached it?

wouldn´t it be nice if I could dream with no guilt and live with no fear?

On canvas and paint everything is possible.

one more [one less] day

something will happen

i wish some dreams could just be true

i´m missing a certain feeling of plenitude and joy

longing for a place where fear and loneliness do not insist on existing

and the confort of warm, long and quiet hugs are easy and abundant

sometimes i wish i could dream endlessly (and not wake up into reality).