Eles estao voltando!!!

Saudade imensa desses dois meninos lindos!!!

Meet me far

"The Days pass by and
I Can’t even feel you passing by
I can’t believe you’re real
You’re like a dream through waking eyes
Far, meet me far
Meet me far Meet me far
Far, meet me far
Meet me far
Meet me far
Your touch can slow down time
And even though you’re on my mind
You’re all I need in life
It’s you and me just drifting by
Far, meet me far..."

O tempo voa

Ha um ano atras fui converser com uma mae sobre a possibilidade para babysitting, chegando la tomei um belo susto ao saber que seriam gemeos (que naquela epoca estavam com quarto meses de idade) pois sabia dos desafios que enfrentaria para cuidar dos meninos, afinal nao e todos dia que aparece uma chance dessas.

Hoje, passado tanto tempo vi que muito dos medos que senti naquele dia foram bobagem (pelo menos alguns), o prazer e a alegria que esses dois trazem e imenso e poder acompanhar o desenvolvimento deles, estar presente no momento em que conseguiram sentar sozinhos, a segurar a mamadeira, os sorrisos a cada dia em que chego para ficar com eles, as primeiras palavras, o momento em que comeceram a engatinhar e, agora, os primeiros passinhos. Nossa!!! E ja espero para ver o que este ano aguarda.

The other carnival in Brazil

It's a sweltering mid-summer night, and the pulsating crowd only adds to the heat. The shout, "Tu Maraca! Tu Maraca!" by musician Naná Vasconcelos reverberates throughout downtown Recife. More than 400 percussionists from over 30 different maracatu nations answer, beating out one thunderous rhythm, and thousands in the audience roar with approval. Once again, Carnaval has begun. Few foreign tourists experience the folkloric festival in the northeastern Brazilian city of Recife, different from the stereotypical version in Rio with its glitter and bikinis and exotic headdress. Recife's Carnaval is a treasure of cultural fusion and musical styles, combining Afro-European tradition with Brazilian modernity, both in the city and the country. Everyone casts off the trappings of normal life in preparation for the discipline and repentance of Lent, and scenes of breathtaking beauty and folklore -- dance, ritual, music and poetry -- unfold on every street. Pernambuco's capital, Recife, is Brazil's fifth largest city. The first Portuguese port in 1534, just a few decades ago, Recife was ranked one of the world's least livable cities, yet all of its richness remained, hidden beneath urban grit and the rugged, sugarcane-filled surrounding countryside. Since the 1990s, Recife's profile has steadily risen, becoming known as the home of brilliant, original music and a vibrant local scene. When I first visited Pernambuco, I was captivated by the extraordinary music of Carnaval. As I continued to explore this region in five visits over the past nine years, I realized that this vibrant music stemmed from the depth of the culture, ranging from folkloric to contemporary. What at first seemed like a raucous party was, over time, revealed to me to be the very roots of a people, firmly held in place by tradition. What makes this Carnaval different? It's all on the streets, and there's a lot of diversity of influences. Carnaval in Pernambuco boasts a rich tapestry of indigenous, black African, European, and even Middle Eastern influences. Burly sugarcane workers transform into buxom, colorfully clad women. Less than ten miles from Recife, in Olinda, a UNESCO World Heritage site, costumed revelers overload the ladeiras -- hilly, cobblestoned byways -- dancing to urban styles like frevo in various clusters of marching musicians called blocos. And, it's hard to ignore the booming maracatu troops parading down city avenues, mixing a regal procession, Afro-Brazilian religion, and a cast of characters both whimsical and fearsome. The maracatu is a traditional Carnaval parade with dance, lyrical poetry, and music, and a collection of characters including a standard bearer, a singer, a percussion orchestra and a king and queen leading a full court, all in regal finery from the Baroque era. Two very different versions of maracatu are featured prominently in Carnaval: maracatu nação (also called maracatu de baque virado, performed in the city of Recife) and maracatu rural (also known as maracatu de baque solto, it starts in the zona da mata countryside). Maracatu nação's deep-toned alfaia drums evoke a spirit of resistance, and a time when escaped African slaves formed independent communities in the hinterlands. The bells, drum, and brass of maracatu rural accompany the royal processional marching through the country towns. Both have music of profound, transformative rhythmic power. In central Recife, there are activities day and night, starting with the Saturday morning Galo da Madrugada (Rooster of the Dawn), Brazil's largest Carnaval parade at over 1.5 million people. The Noite dos Tambores Silenciosos (Night of the Silent Drums) features a midnight ceremony paying homage to the orixás (gods), with a moment of abrupt silence and darkness while one lone dove is released and flies above the crowd. Similar to the famous samba schools in Rio, the maracatus in Recife represent a strong aspect of the Afro-Brazilian heritage. Maracatu nação developed from the celebratory processions of elected black kings, mediators between the colonial masters and their people. This system enabled communities to maintain their ceremonial practices, and continue to be closely linked to religious practices, as well as a component of their identity. Members of the maracatu don't just play music: they live it every day. The heart and soul of Carnaval in Olinda are the blocos (blocks), each aligned with a theme or community. Blocos are collections of people parading with friends, and anyone can join different groups as they pass. Every day of Carnaval, Olinda overflows with costumed revelers drumming and singing, or parading with large dolls (bonecos) that represent mystical characters, celebrities, and even famous politicians. The most prevalent music is the wildly popular frevo, originating in Recife yet springing from European influence, with trumpets, trombones, and saxophones combining for a bright, brassy sound. In Pernambuco's zona da mata sugar cane growing region, the maracatu rural reigns supreme. Amid clanging bells and booming drums, the hulking forms of the caboclos-de-lança hurtle into the streets. The casual viewer can't get too close, since the 12-foot lances of the caboclos jab and sweep onlookers out of the way of shifting formations. The dancers' well-coordinated circles and inverted loops create nearly constant kaleidoscopic motion with colorful members of the king and queen's court. World-famous musicians like Chico Science and other stars of the manguebeat movement in the 1990s used traditional rhythms as a springboard for contemporary fusion with rock, electronica or cumbia to create hip and edgy Afro-Brazilian music. As manguebeat music groups became better known, interest in the folkloric culture of Pernambuco increased both locally and internationally. It became hip for young local musicians to listen to, seek out, and employ traditional rhythms when creating new music. Government institutions and cultural foundations started supporting this dynamic culture, honoring great musicians during Carnaval and supporting local music groups financially. In the last two decades, awareness of this culture has been spreading globally. Starting with Nação Zumbi and Mundo Livre performing in New York Brooklyn in 1995-1996, this musical movement has gained momentum and international recognition. In 2010, David Byrne's label, Luaka Bop, released "What's Happening in Pernambuco," and in 2013 Maracatu Nação Estrela Brilhante premiered in the U.S. at Lincoln Center in New York. Past and future collide; ideas mingle in a passionate reinvention of local identity. For Brazilians, especially those from Pernambuco, Carnaval is more than just a one huge party -- it is a way of life -- an expression of their culture, their heritage, and the pride they take in their deep and diverse traditions By Jason Gardner

Little Drum Boy

Come they told me
Pa rum pum pum pum
A new born King to see,
Pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring
Pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the King
Pa rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
So to honor Him
Pa rum pum pum pum,
When we come.

Little Baby
Pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy too,
Pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring
Pa rum pum pum pum
That's fit to give our King
Pa rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Shall I play for you!
Pa rum pum pum
On my drum.

Mary nodded
Pa rum pum pum pum
The ox and lamb kept time
Pa rum pum pum pum
I played my drum for Him
Pa rum pum pum
I played my best for Him
Pa rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Then He smiled at me
Pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum.

Thank you !!

To The Women Who Choose Not To Have Kids Dec. 10, 2013

By Abby Rosmarin

To the women who choose not to have kids, I have one thing to say: thank you.

You probably don’t hear it enough. In fact, you probably don’t hear it at all. What you do hear is an array of pro-childbearing responses, such as, “You’ll change your mind someday,” or, “Doesn’t your mother want grandkids?” or, “You’ll never find a husband if you never want to have kids.”
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All things considered, “thank you” is probably on the opposite end of what you hear.

But seriously: thank you. Thank you for recognizing that childrearing isn’t for you and being true to who you are. It doesn’t mean you hate kids. It just means that raising one is not part of your path in life.

Thank you for not succumbing to the societal pressures. I’ve known far too many parents who had kids because that’s what was expected of them. Working in childcare, you see more of this type than you wish to see. The resentment is almost palpable. They love their children — at least, they have no choice but to love their children — but every single movement seems to scream, “I wasn’t meant for this.” I’ve known too many people who grew up with at least one parent who harbored that resentment, who let that resentment dictate how they parented. I’ve seen how that influenced the way these former children are now as adults, or even as parents themselves.

Thank you for not trying to compromise who you are in an effort to keep a partner around. Thank you for being honest and open and refusing to apologize for who you are. Everyone has different values. Everyone wants something different in life. It takes a lot of guts and confidence to say, “This is what I want in life. It’s not the orthodox way, but it’s my way.”

Thank you for not trying to silence that feeling in your gut as a means to validate your life. There are too many people in this world who cannot figure out their path — or have stumbled while walking down said path — and decided that maybe having a child could provide that meaning and definition instead. You understand that down this path lies vicarious living and hurt emotions and you recognize that there are so many other ways to find love and meaning and joy in your life.

Raising children is a difficult, onerous, frustrating, and disappointing gig. It’s tough enough for those who want it. It is a rewarding and loving gig as well, but it’s not something one should go into while focusing only on reward and love and societal acceptance. In this day and age, with a booming population in almost every country, it makes no sense to pressure every person to have a baby. But we’re sticklers to tradition, ritualistic to a fault.

So thank you. It’s not easy to stand firm with your belief. Honestly, truly, and genuinely: thank you.
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Just to say thanks

Amo dias assim

Just saying

e deve ser sempre assim

E tenho dito!!!!

Quero o direito de estar gorda! De entrar em uma churrascaria e comer sem que as pessoas fiquem me observando. Porque as pessoas sempre observam nossos pratos, mas conheço muito magro que come muito mais do que eu.

Quero o direito de frequentar clubes, piscinas e praias sem que as pessoas achem um absurdo eu estar com aquele maiô que expõe minhas celulites e meus fartos seios! Quero o direito de entrar em uma academia e ninguém ficar me olhando torto, porque eu também tenho o direito de exercitar o meu corpo. Aliás, penso que até mais do que quem me olha. Quero o direito de me acabar em uma pista de dança sem que as pessoas me critiquem.

Quero usar a roupa que me convier, sem que meçam a mim da cabeça aos pés. Quero poder me maquiar e me arrumar, sem receio de parecer ridícula. A sensação que tenho é que gordos não podem se arrumar, parece que estamos afrontando aos que acreditam estar dentro de uma beleza perfeita.

Quero o direito de comer uma barra de chocolate sem que seja censurada por isso. Quero poder dizer não à salada quando eu quiser comer massa. E quero poder dizer sim à Coca Light porque simplesmente eu prefiro, e não porque é menos engordativa.

Quero poder escolher minhas lingeries sexy nas araras das lojas, mas quero também poder usar aquela calcinha enorme de algodão que me deixa com ar de menina travessa combinada com aquele camisetão, um rabo de cavalo, pantufas e bons filmes na TV!

Quero o direito de me empolgar com o gato da rua de cima de casa sem que as pessoas achem que ele jamais iria me querer porque estou gorda. Quero o direito de acreditar que posso ser excelente profissional, mulher, amiga, mãe, independente de estar gorda ou não!

Quero que as pessoas entendam que o que tenho aqui dentro é muito maior do que eles enxergam do lado de fora e, por isso, quero o direito de me achar linda, poderosa, e muito gostosa ao olhar no espelho. Quero o direito de ser eu mesma, com meus sonhos e desejos, alguns gordos e outros magros, nesse mundo onde as pessoas estão tão parecidas, tão sem gostos próprios, tão massificadas, tão "Maria vai com as outras". Quero o direito de ser e de fazer diferente, mesmo que isso incomode!

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Angels do exist

Especialmente para a Odessa do De Lua e Estrela!!!

Feliz dia das criancas

Quero desejar um feliz dia das criancas para todas as criancas, aquelas que sao e para as que ainda existem dentro dos adultos que nao as deixaram morrer.

Visitinhas que fazem bem

Pois bem, amo muito LOTR, o que gosto muito de fazer e umas maratonas de vez em quando, principalmente porque tenho a versao estendida dos filmes (fico parecendo pinto no lixo de felicidade). Acho que depois vou organizar mais uma so para matar as saudades. 

Saudades parte II

Eita que a saudade da terrinha aperta tanto. Espero poder passar por la para rever todos que amo assim que der.