Dream of para...paradise everytime she opens her eyes

Traveling Slideshow: Ana’s trip from Santos, Estado de São Paulo, Brasil to 28 cities São Diego, São Francisco, Londres, Los Angeles, Paris, Honolulu, Melburne, Santiago, Sedona, Santa Ana, Poipu, Genebra, Tahiti, Laguna Beach, Stratford-upon-Avon, Yosemite National Park, Valparaiso, Berna, Warwick, Aix-les-Bains, Phillip Island, Leamington Spa, Eden, São Sebastião, Algarrobo, Pambula, Bondi and Zapallar was created by TripAdvisor. See another Estados Unidos da América slideshow. Take your travel photos and make a slideshow for free.

No paper was used on planning these trips but lots of seeds and trees were planted along the way...

A Day To Love

What does it mean to have a time well spent? When everything around us seem to be a fast face, last lane, past pace, it's hard to keep track of the things sweet and subtle, and even a small laughter might be considered trivial. But what would be our lives without those romantic hits, and a steamy savouring of a relationship heat? What would be of the future if life consisted of only moments gone, if even in our present moment we couldn't live long enough? Life is a gift we have in our hands. And if we don't give time for what is primordial in us, our detrimental need to love and be loved, what would be left?
Celebrating Saint Anthony's Day at his Fountain in front of Church in Santos Tomorrow (June, 12th) we celebrate the Day of Lovers (it's a Valentine's Day but without the San Valentin, maybe because Saint Antonio of Padua is celebrated the day after that, and after all he's the patron of marriage and love. At least this is the romantic version. But there's a more markeatable approach saying that commerce decided to celebrate the day to inspire people to buy products for June was the worst month in the whole year to sell stuff. So be it for romantic reasons or more commercial ones, the fact is that without love our lives would be mean, and I mean, they will have no meaning. Love means beauty, happiness, lightness, laughter, dreams, and most of all it's to believe we can live love to its fullest. Even a love after life. After all it's all about love. Love, dove, love, above, love, glove that fits well. And everything (and everyone) else that surround it!

Mystery Book

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The Sun Sonnet

It amazes me that a sonnet I wrote thirty years ago which was published in High School (and that I still know by heart) about the drought that was happening in the north of Brazil is still so updated. Not just because it shows a fact that didn´t change at all in the last three decades, it´s a reflection that nothing has been done or was actually achieved really in terms of technology. It seems that so much has been developed in the sake of progress but so little we have advanced in humanitarian aid.

If the whole world has its eyes in the Amazon forest, why not look a little deeper and in the core to realize how many people are suffering not only with the flood from the Amazon river but also with the drought. So why not to invest in irrigation system when so many animals and people are scarcely living or dying with the dryness and starvation? Here I leave once again my sonnet hoping one day my verses will be considered from a past long gone and yet so demode: Sonnet for the people in the NOrtheast of Brazil

The sun cried with emotion
with the demands from the death.
"Water, I want a solution!"
A dried mouth, a hard breath.

Doctor sun sent a shower
to aliviate the pain.
Thinking it would empower
people from the drain.

But the showers went North
and it took houses, and blood.
People now suffers henceforth
from the drought and the mud.

Still we don´t know the destiny
of the people called "nordestinos".

Le soleil brésilien

Le soleil a pleuré d´émotion
par la demande desolée:
"J´ai besoin d´eau, d´une solution!"
L´odeur ardu dans la bouche séchée.

Doctor soleil a transcrit la pluie
pour remedier toute cette douleur.
Il n´a pas pensé que c´etait pire
et qu´il ferait naufrager son coeur.

La pluie a innondé l´espoir
du Nord du Bréesil, submergé par l´eau.
Mais malgré tout, on peut encore avoir

de la confiance au destin de ce peuple chaud
qui vit heureux au coeur sans vengeance
ilé et oublié, en attendant de faire beaux.

Soneto dos Nordestinos

O sol chorou de emoção
com o suplicante pedido
"Água, quero água, irmão!"
A boca seca, o halito ardido.

Doutor sol receitou uma chuva,
um alivio imediato aquela dor.
Pensou "Caiu como uma luva!"
Não pensava que aumentara o calor.

A chuva invadiu casas, derrubou arvores.
Mitigou corações e despedaçou lembranças.
Corroeu as veias da terra em dissabores.

E a esse povo que ainda tem esperança,
Nao se sabe ao certo o destino dessa gente
Ilhada, humilhada e esquecida completamente(?)
O "completamente" entre parágrafos e com um ponto de interrogação, pois eu nao esqueci nunca.