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Make me stay and smile. Make me be more reasonable. Make me a happy person. Make me more understanding. Make me love you for who you are. Make me dance and sing when I think of you. Make me feel beautiful just for you. Make me an amazing lover, an incredible friend. Make me more of a human being. Make me forget my mistakes and past resentments. Make me a free being to love and respect you. Make me yours every day, every second, in every action. Make me realize. Make me miss and admire you. Make me who I am and who I want to be. Make me with different materials. Make me from clay, from scratch, from water. Air. Make me in your saliva, in your pores. Make me aware. Make me yours.

Vanishing beauty and the clashing of two souls.

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Elis Regina 1945-1982 She is one of the reasons why I am in love with music. I remember her death and it hurts. Her voice, however, is eternal.

I went to a store on Thursday and I overheard a conversation between a little girl and her mom. They were speaking Spanish and the girl was telling her mom how she wanted to seat somewhere, but there were no seats around. They caught my attention because they were very pretty. Her two daughters looked like little dolls. They had big brown eyes, brown straight hair, beautiful skin and teeth. The girl sounded very sweet, but also very assertive. She made me think about one time that I was very sick -- when I was about her age and I was at a store called Mesbla in Brazil. We used to go there on Saturdays when my dad was off and always had fun browsing their large stock of products. That day I sat down under the racks of clothes to wait for my parents. I was feeling very bad. My mom got mad because I sat down on the floor. I think I've always been like that. Not very picky. Then maybe I should start re-evaluating my standards. Maybe I should model myself after that girl that I saw at t

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Sussie used to be strong coffee Now, she’s just the steam Sussie used to share the sleeping Now, she’s just the dream Just the dream, just a dream I had. Just a dream, just a dream I had. Sussie used to be the anchor Left me with a chain Sussie used to be the weather Now she’s just the rain Just the rain, in this dream I had Just the rain, in this dream I had La, la, la, la, la-la O lah-di lah-di lay, La-di la-di la Who would ever walk away From a dream, from a dream they had? Walk away, from a dream they had Sussie used to be strong coffee Now, she’s just the steam Sussie used to share the sleeping Now, she’s just the dream Just a dream, just a dream I had. -Rhoderic Land, 2009 He's one of the most fascinating voices I heard in 2009. His songs brought me a sense of belonging. While listening to his songs, I felt the urge to dance, to cry, to be loved, to love someone. I lost myself in the happiness of encountering wild beauty. Then his songs made m

This morning I almost had a serious car accident because I was distracted thinking about last night. I woke up several times in the middle of the night, I tossed and turned, and all I could think was: how come? Tolstoy was a fascinating man. I've bought art supplies on Thursday and also fabric. I plan on starting on my creations very soon. I have no idea on how to start, though. Isn't that great? I have zero sewing abilities and no sewing machine. Thursday night I felt like I would never get to my destination. A 20-minute road trip turned into a 1 and 1/2-hour drive. I don't like when I don't know where things are going. It is even worse when no action is taken and I hear excuses. Old, lame excuses. I am so tired. Henry David Thoureau wrote: If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost. That is where they should be. Now put foundations under them. I'd say: don't bother puting foundation under them, don't be stupid. Those castles

Blergh. That's all I have to say.

I have no idea how to enable Blogger comments. Haloscan is charging its users, so I don't want to use their system anymore. All my comments were lost. Until I find a way to have comments enabled again this blog will be a one-way street means to communicate.

I just found out that Lhasa de Sela has passed away a few days ago.

Saturday night I had a date at a very small milonga in a very small town. We have no pictures of the event, unless of course we consider the pictures that were taken by someone in the crowd, which by the way I will never see. The dancing was amazing. There is no other word to describe it. The music was excellent. I realized it later that at this place they don't play salsa songs. That's part of the reason why I liked it so much. It was freezing cold outside. I got lost. I played Otros Aires on my way over there. I almost drove for one hour. I sat down, I took my coat off and there I was. The girl wearing a satin black dress and red and black shoes. A silver bracelet on my left arm to make a statement: I am left-handed and yes - I am so thin and petite that I can wear bracelets on the upper part of my arm. I have never celebrated being petite this much. I get a kick out of it actually. I think Piuca has helped me understand the beauty of being petite. I think I have the sou

Me ofereces um ser inteiro Plenitude talvez seja apenas um vago conceito Embalado num sopro vens a mim Nem me pergunto por quanto tempo Cansada que estou de brincar com as incertezas do futuro e as piadas de Deus. Quero este hoje de rendas, rosas e rezas.