Estou mudando de casa e de bate-papo.
Me visite em http://osexoefragil.blogspot.com
I'm moving out and changing the subject.
Visit me at: http://osexoefragil.blogspot.com - but that´s in Portuguese, sorry! I'll be in English soon at http://theunpacking.blogspot.com
They say life is a little box of surprises. I say life is the surprise itself inside the box.
P.S. I haven't written here for a very long time. I really think no one read this blog anymore - the fact is that there is not what to read if I do not write on it.
It's not that I don't have what to write. Actually I do have. I always think about something that have happened to me, or some place I've visited, or people I've met. I could say I am not having time enough to put all this down, but I would be just excusing myself. The truth is that I've being a very lazy girl, and sometimes I don't even touch the computer.
The biggest occupied castle in the word, that is said. Well, there isn't many kings anymore, so it's not really a difficult thing, is it?
Anyway, the Castle is huge and very well preserved, of course it might be because the Queen still spend some time of the year there.
The charge to visit the castle is quite expensive, but It was the first time I've been in a royal home, though in Brazil the houses of the Emperor were only small palaces (and I haven't actually visit none of them). I just felt sorry for not be allowed to take pictures inside.
They say the Queen spend about three months is this Castle. I was wondering if every time she goes there she walk around and check every part. I mean, there's so many things... The church, for example, contains a unaccountable amount of memorials, names, details... It would be too much for one person to know and to remember everything, and there's still many others palaces and places.
I'm not sorry for the Queen, no way. But how different might be her look to all this things, comparing to our flâneur look.
My hole life I imagined how the snow was, if it was like I used to see in the films... but I knew that in films it was all fake. When I came to London, how disappointing was the information that rarely was snowfall here. Anyway, I never gave up the belief that it would snow this year! And I was right! And, for the very first time, I saw, I touched and I took pictures of snow!!! And, of course, I called my mum.
I forgot to mention that I went to Madame Tussauds Museum and London Eye.
As expected, Madame Tussauds is really great! It's amazing and enormous. At the and of the visitation you are exhausted, but pleased to have got pictures with Nicole Kidman, Shakespeare, Sherek and CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow. When you think there's no more to see, the stairs take you to another room, full of famous personalities just awaiting to take pictures with you. You are already tired of so many flashes when the next attraction is Chamber Life: You walk throw the corridors trying not to be surprised by the scary characters dressed as the most famous serial killers. But that time they are not statues, but actors, what makes people run, and there's no time do realise or discover who were the characters. Next door opens the Spirit Of London to the visitors, that take a taxi and are driven through the most famous facts that build London what the city is today, as the Big Fire and the rebuilding of the St. Paul's Cathedral. Before going home you can enjoy a short animation film, and buy some expensive souvenirs.
The London Eye, it's not so good however. I mean, the city is so full of new buildings being constructed , so many crane machines, that they disturb the seeing. But I don't regret to had gone there, anyway.
For some reason I haven't realised, I took the first flight to Brazil, not caring the high price I would pay for buy the ticket so close to the trip. Whatever, the matter was be back in Brazil as soon as possible.
I had just left the passengers area in Airport of Guarulhos, and my parents came to meet me. My brother couldn't leave the job, because he hadn't have time enough to notice his absence and, as my parents explained, he would have a very important meeting that day, though he was going to be manager next month.
Then, my whole family, that is really, really big, as is expected of a Italian family, went to our house in the countryside, and we made barbecue to commemorate I was back home. At this point I couldn't understand why I hadn't bought gifts neither for my friends or my family. It was so embarrassing, that I wasn't able to explain.
After families meeting, I went to the city to visit some people with who I worked before going to London. One of them used to be my boss, and we talked about I return to work with her, in the same company. "Well...", I answered, "Maybe when I come back".
So I woke up, and that very pale sunlight coming throw the window, and the raindrops on its glass, reminded me that I hadn't ever left London. What was much better, after all, because I can not even imagine going back to Brazil without gifts.
Uma pesquisa entre tradutores britânicos apontou a palavra "saudade" como a sétima palavra de mais difícil tradução no mundo. "Saudade", só conhecida em galego-português, descreve a mistura dos sentimentos de perda, distância e amor. A palavra vem do latim "solitas, solitatis" (solidão), na forma arcaica de "soedade, soidade e suidade" e sob influência de "saúde" e "saudar".
Diz a lenda que foi cunhada na época dos Descobrimentos e no Brasil colônia esteve muito presente para definir a solidão dos portugueses numa terra estranha, longe de entes queridos.
I never though I would feel this so deeply, so much. Everybody use to say, or think, that I am hard, sometimes even cold, because I never complain about missing someone... Rarely do I weep when I say goodbye. Hardly do I put out my feelings when they are complex or glum, cause I really don't like to waist time being sad. I do prefer do something useful.
But now I have to confess. Today I spent sometime exploring friends orkuts to find pictures, I did weep thinking about my parent's and my brother, I did miss my special friends. Today, I really felt the wish to go back.
