Se eu pudesse tinha mandado pelo correio ao meu "sobrinho" nova-iorquino.
29 setembro 2008
19 setembro 2008
11 setembro 2008
2 dias no Norte, 2 dias no Centro, para servir ambas as partes. Um fino na baixa portuense rodeada de amigos num esplendido dia de sol. Um serao agradavel entre gatos e camaroes no berco de portugal. Um casamento. Comida, sol e muita musica. O sorriso lindo de 2 dias da mais recente menina da familia. Um serao entre familia. Muitos kilometros de aviao, comboio e carro. Poucas horas de sono. Barriga e coracao cheio.
10 setembro 2008
05 setembro 2008
I've always regarded British man as introspective, politely-boring-grey kind of figures. i've now come to the conclusion that they're rather the opposite. Somehow they have manage to overcome that shyness (that probably I've created) and show that they can be very interactive... They have no problems whatsoever when it comes to approaching a girl . ( Even if she's married. Of course that they wouldn't know..)..Anyway,
About a month ago, when i was randomly strolling along 7 Dials near Convent Garden, carrying only my camera and my i-pod with me, taking some pictures while i flew away with the songs i was listening to, i was approached by a blond , blue-eyed english guy, who just declared: "I'm sorry to interrupt you... I know this may sound crazy..." .."but..." (By this time i was honestly thinking that he was either lost looking for some help or mistaking me for somebody else). ..."i just want you to know.." he continued..."(so ok, not looking for directions..)... And as i awkwardly waited for the rest of the sentence looking as astonished as surprised as one could imagine, browsing in my head a bunch of possibilities of what he might be saying next ( It's incredibly how time sometimes just stops allowing us to do so..) , he finally said: " i just want you to know that you look incredibly cute". I just wish that time i wasn't the victim so i could have snapped a photo of my own face as the mist of incredibility and appreciation surely resulted in the most yellow face one can imagine. " well...thank you...i guess..". And when the situation couldn't get any more awkward he added: " Do you dance? "
That was it! I was out of there!! Literally ran away. It did filled up my ego for the rest of the day, i do have to say...
This morning as i was walking along Upper T. Road looking for the social insurance bureau, late, no make-up, looking as scary as hell, i was approached by another Britishman who just ran into me , looked me in the eye and seriously said: "i love you".
Jesus!! It was 8.30am! Drunk already?
Maybe that's just it. English men do drink a lot....
01 setembro 2008
Eu sei que ha' gostos para tudo...mas..mas...
Depois de dois anos de musica country e de bruce springsteen num escritorio americano, agora a seleccao nao podia ser melhor: Madonna e cancoes de Natal!!! O upgrade foi feito, mas..
Madonna..ainda que va'. Ouvir "LastChristmas", "Let it Snow" e afins em meados de Agosto, durante 5 horas seguidas, para alem de pouco convencional e' pura tortura. Esta' prestes a destruir o pouquinho de magia que o natal ainda me trazia.
Quando a isto se junta um tempo instavel como o raio, onde a chuva e o nevoeiro predominam, e' natural que uma gaija ande meio baralhada.
Estou ansiosissima para ir a Portugal agora para me certificar que de facto estamos em inicios de Setembro. 'E o que me dizem pelo telefone, mas....