love

terça-feira * tuesday * tirsdag * martedì

Life is such an unstable thing!
Days aren´t alike; one day you have money, the other day you don´t. One day you feel like it´s all set, the other day you are about to restart and reinvent everything!
Sometimes life is like precious china on a cabinet, delicate and fragile, the kind of beauty that bares in it self unknown possibilities, ready to be used on great and exquisite adventures, happy moments and delightful experiences. It may break in action, of course, but always keeps the high hopes of glorious feasts, making it all worth trying. Body and soul are fed by unspeakable sensations. Even for a brief moment, the chances validate all of it´s existence.
On the other hand, it can also stand still for decades, used as ornament, garnishing impossible and unreachable moments that may as well never happen. Objects of appreciation that will never be touched and may not even ever feel the warm presence of love. Eye contact, perhaps, will be the only available or possible interaction and it´s cold glass enamel will serve as barrier between the fine, peaceful or cheerful motifs and the rest of the world. It will provide remarkable and ever glancing colors to be shown, will help the surface to remain intact from the damage of time, keeping away all the scratches of use and protecting it against  price and value depreciation.
And yet… it may never be seen, tasted, touched or appreciated as it surely could. After a while, it may be forgotten or discarded, handled carelessly and stored in the darkness of time, left to dust, mold and mildew of solitude and loneliness. In the end, if the fine porcelain isn´t broken by mishandle, it will remain cold and sad, memoryless and ever empty, or even heartbroken from it´s lack of purpose on existing.
The very ending is unpredictable. Perhaps will be the same for all fragile china on the cabinet, but undoubtfully, the possibility of it´s best use is worth the try, worth the risks. The chance of joy shouldn´t be taken for granted, and should, most definitely not be given away for somebody else´s final decision.
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Yesterday I felt fragile and vulnerable. I was afraid of life because I was afraid of perishing  without knowing how it was going to be and end. I felt like I was unappreciated and I gave somebody else the power to decide over my fate. Life was a promise of sad and loneliness. Giving away my all I was asking for betrayl and tyranny and that´s precisely what I got. Fortunately I woke up before I broke up. Some damage was already done, but it didn´t break my spirit and the fresh air of freedom allowed me to breath again. Healing requests time, but I´m willing to try. I know I´m in good hands now: my own hands.Besides all that, I have friends. And friends are one of life´s true gifts that unconditionally and unpretentiously reminds you of how great you really are. Priceless… as all good things in life.
Beauty is worth it´s fragility and ephemerality.
To my son (my very best friend) and my friends (they know exactly who they are).

Much love, Lu, Lulu, Luciana.

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.

Mothers and sons / Mães e filhos

Paz do Meu Amor

Taiguara

Luiz Vieira

Você é isso,
Uma beleza imensa.
Toda recompensa
de um amor sem fim.

Você é isso,
uma núvem calma
no céu de minh’alma.
É ternura em mim.

Você é isso,
estrela matutina,
luz que descortina
um mundo encantador.

Você é isso,
parto de ternura,
lágrima que é pura,
paz do meu amor!

Você é isso,
parto de ternura,
lágrima que é pura,
paz do meu amor!

Paz do meu amor…

Uma beleza imensa…
Uma beleza imensa…

Toda a recompensa…

Paz do meu amor…

Me preparando para passar dia das mães sem meu filho comigo. It sucks.

mãe e filho

This is a sequence of 4 very, very tiny paintings… This is how moms and kids should live.

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Mãe

Renovadora
e reveladora do mundo
A humanidade se renova no teu ventre.
Cria teus filhos,
não os entregues à creche.
Creche é fria, impessoal.
Nunca será um lar
para teu filho.
Ele, pequenino, precisa de ti.
Não o desligues da tua força maternal.

Que pretendes, mulher?
Independência, igualdade de condições…
Empregos fora do lar?
És superior àqueles
que procuras imitar.
Tens o dom divino
de ser mãe
Em ti está presente a humanidade.

Mulher, não te deixes castrar.
Serás um animal somente de prazer
e às vezes nem mais isso.
Frígida, bloqueada, teu orgulho te faz calar.
Tumultuada, fingindo ser o que não és.
Roendo o teu osso negro da amargura.

(Cora Coralina)

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

Love in a Portrait

Time is such a fast running stream that life becomes almost an unimportant movement of being.

Few things are really worth keeping records on this ephemeral path of ours.

 Let´s keep our good memories on a beautiful, old and dusty portrait.

Living documents, visual translations of our spirits, monuments to our self-written history…

Let´s become immortals based on our movements of love, or better not keep memories at all.

My favorite poet of all times is Carlos Drummond de Andrade.

    Necrológio dos desiludidos do amor

Os desiludidos do amor
estão desfechando tiros no peito.
Do meu quarto ouço a fuzilaria.
As amadas torcem-se de gozo.
Oh quanta matéria para os jornais.

Desiludidos mas fotografados,
escreveram cartas explicativas,
tomaram todas as providências
para o remorso das amadas.
Pum pum pum adeus, enjoada.
Eu vou, tu ficas, mas os veremos
seja no claro céu ou no turvo inferno.

Os médicos estão fazendo a autópsia
dos desiludidos que se mataram.
Que grandes corações eles possuíam.
Vísceras imensas, tripas sentimentais
e um estômago cheio de poesia…

Agora vamos para o cemitério
levar os corpos dos desiludidos
encaixotados completamente
(paixões de primeira e de segunda classe).

Os desiludidos seguem iludidos,
sem coração, sem tripas, sem amor.
Única fortuna, os seus dentes de ouro
não servirão de lastro financeiro
e cobertos de terra perderão o brilho
enquanto as amadas dançarão um samba
bravo, violento, sobre a tumba deles.

Christmas is love…

Natal é amor.

Junto com o meu filho, todo dia é natal…

Merry Christmas! Feliz Natal! Glaedelig Jul! Buon Natale!

How to love yourself

Happyness doesn´t depend of anyone but yourself.

Love, recognition, support, kindness, simpathy, empathy, care should come from inside.

When you feel whole you don´t need anyone else to fullfill your life – then the right person comes along… and makes it even more fun!

friendship

Life without friends is like night without stars, summer without sun, gardens without flowers, cinema without popcorn, winter without snow, christmas without presents, birthday without cake, party without music… It´s just not right.

Relationships can fail (they eventually do), but friendships are essential.

Besides, it stands a better chance of overcoming time. No expectations, just acceptance. Freedom and faithfulness.

Thank you friends for believing, helping, supporting and definetely being there when the weak and the cowards choose the easy way out.

You do know who you are… Thank you all. What about you? What does friendship mean to you?