Month: December 2013
Just be yourself…
A lot of us start to modify and change ourselves, leave our dreams behind, sacrifice who we really are and what we are trying to be – just because someone in our life has a problem with it. Because we don’t fit into “their” mold of how we should be and behave. My thoughts: Seriously … life’s too short to be someone else. It’s already a fascinating journey of discovering who we are … and a lot of us take years to find our true selves. Why complicate it to become someone we really don’t want to be? We are … Continue reading Just be yourself…
I was always hu…
I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it— to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once. — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood Continue reading I was always hu…
What makes me sad…
Dear, I’m not sure I can ever pinpoint precisely what makes me sad, or if anybody can or will be able to. Songs like opera, make me sad. Thinking about how slippery and awfully precarious life is, and how much I want to nestle myself in the past, makes me sad. Not being able to do anything else but curl up in my bed, alone, makes me sad. And oh, the list could go on forever: strangers I’ll never love, never touch; fields I’ll never be able to lie in, stars I’ll never be able to see burn, memories I’ll … Continue reading What makes me sad…
Ella Fitzgerald – Ella Hums the Blues
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Byt6PervZo Ella Fitzgerald – Ella Hums the Blues Continue reading Ella Fitzgerald – Ella Hums the Blues
In a small city in Minas Gerais…
In a far away land there is a city with hundreds of wise houses. Each house has a roof, a soul and an attic with two windows. Eyes scrutinize the birds that get back to their nests late at night, the grannies that bake homemade bread, the blatant children playing outside, the flowers raising their heads in the sun, the cats that purr in hidden corners, the dogs hiding their precious bones, the women that dream of the return of their husbands and the husbands dreaming of other women. Every day opens a new color, a new hope, ends a … Continue reading In a small city in Minas Gerais…
Beautiful people…
Parfois, la vie nous permet de croiser le chemin de personnes formidables puis il suffit d’échanger quelques mots pour comprendre qu’elles ne sont pas comme les autres et qu’elles nous seront vite indispensables…♥…Às vezes a vida nos permite cruzar caminhos com grandes pessoas, então basta trocar algumas palavras para entender que elas não são como qualquer um e que em breve elas nos serão necessárias… ♥ … Sometimes life allows us to cross paths with great people, then just exchange a few words to understand they are not like anybody else and that they will soon be necessary for us…♥ Continue reading Beautiful people…
In love with people…
I am in love with the fragile broken parts of people. Things that makes them memorable… Continue reading In love with people…
Tulipa Ruiz – Efêmera
Tulipa Ruiz – Efêmera Continue reading Tulipa Ruiz – Efêmera
I am a collector…
People are, by nature, collectors of things. Coins, cards, figurines, art, music, shoes, prehistoric fecal matter — everything one can imagine is gathered, kept, catalogued, and cherished by someone, or by many. I, too, am a collector. I gather thoughts, emotions, and mental images. I cherish words that I find beautiful, or striking, both alone and (oh, sweet rapture) in combination. I catalogue heartache and pain; joy and redemption. I capture and keep moments, tucking them safely away between lines of ink, that I might look back on them one day and remember. I am a collector; and, this, my … Continue reading I am a collector…
Beatriz Esmer 