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How would the most important day of your life look like?

Would it be the day you finally find the job of your dreams? Or the day you marry that one person who makes your life bright? The day your first child is born? The day you win the lottery?

Or would it be the day you finally stop from your usual routine, your hurry, and really smell the air, see the sky, hear the rain, feel the wind? Give it a thought, give it a try...

Blockage

I'm not writing anymore... I haven't written a poem in a month, and the last one was so depressing, I didn't put in on the web site I post my poems on.

I used to open the dictionary, pick any word, and find inspiration... began with that word and everything else was just coming to me. Writing has always helped me express my feelings, it was the only way to show them, since I'm usually the type of person who doesn't say out loud what she thinks or feels. Now... all that is lost. And the year I spent in Spain... well, that was my most prolific, I think it was because Coruña is such a magic place.

Maybe I'm too busy. Maybe it's because I'm not happy anymore. Maybe I worry too much about the future and forget that life is great the way it is... who knows. I need inspiration...

Menino do meu coração, preciso de você... e de todo esse amor que faz tempo que não me deu...

August Update

First, let me say I found my dance partner and I started the dance lessons, a week later than the rest of the group, but still, it is great. I've had the first 2 classes this Friday and Saturday and it is really cool. I'm really happy, like a 5 year old with a new toy . As you can see, I've changed my avatar accordingly. Thanks to the instructor, or maybe thanks to the 2 girls that were so inconsistent that my partner needed someone else... This is good, because the last class is on the 18th of November, I will be busy doing something else besides work until then, and still have some time left until my vacations. So, the announcement about me looking for a dance partner is no longer available.

Second, I finished the portuguese class, and I will have my diploma soon, so that's another accomplishment. Trying to decide weather I take the DELE now, but I think Ric will kill me if I don't, as my only reason for not going to Rio in November was taking this exam...

Exactlly 3 months left until going to Brazil... 90 days. I really need vacations, I'm quite tired and sooo sick of going to work every day... But will I really go? That's the question... I'm also tired of waiting...

Some not so good things happened also, like not making it to the RT position, but that's ok, I'm not so sad about it. And Maria left for Portugal, which is a good thing, since she's going to spend 2 years with Luis. I'm really happy for her, let's hope everything will be ok and she will have fun and do her master. Boa sorte, menina!

What else? Saw "Pirates of the Carribbean", again with a genious Johnny Depp. Party last night at Cristina's, I'll upload some photos later. Tomorrow meeting with the girls to see "Lady in the Water". Seria A started today, Inter won with Fiorentina, great game, forza nerrazzuri!!! Tomorrow Schumacher will announce if he retires or not, I hope he doesn't, cause F1 won't be the same without him.

Now it's time to practice some salsa steps. Ya hablaremos! Yolandaaaaaa!!! 1,2,3...5,6,7...

Ciao Giacinto, addio bandiera nerazzurra...

Words are sometimes useless. In moments like this, all that matters are the memories. Memories every football fan in Italy, no matter what team they support, and every Inter fan in the world, keep. 6 more days until the start of the new season, and Inter is beginning as champions of Italy, winners of the Cup and the Supercup. Starting with a team that he helped building. With the dream of winning the scudetto on the field.

But they will also begin the new season without their president, without their leader, without the captain that led the team in the winning of the 2 Champions' League trophies in the history - Giacinto Facchetti. He left this world too soon, consumed by an unforgiving desease which he had only discovered a few months back. He left before having the chance to see his team win another title on the field. He left after having fought his last battle, that of cleaning the italian football and bringing beauty and honesty to the game. He left quietlly, with dignity, the same way as he lived his life.

He was the last spokesman for the fair-play in football, the last exponent of the old guard, the last true pennant of the black & blue flag. He now joins Giuseppe "Peppino" Prisco, Inter's vice-president and lawyer for so many years, to a better place, where there are no fights for undeserved merits, no cruelty, no lies. The world of football will miss you... and all the Inter fans will keep you in their hearts and their memories as you were, an incredible player, THE CAPTAIN who led Helenio Herrera's team to winning the 2 Champion's League titles, a great president and a great man.

Oggi piange l'Inter, piange il mondo del calcio, per l'addio di Giacinto Fachetti... Addio, bandiera merazzurra...

"C'è un immenso dolore da parte di tutti noi e da parte di tutta la famiglia nerazzurra. Giacinto ci mancherà moltissimo perchè era una persona straordinaria, un essere umano molto molto buono, in tutti i sensi. Ha fatto parte e farà sempre parte della storia dell'Inter. Oggi è un giorno molto triste anche perchè lui è sempre stato vicino a noi, vicino a tutti. Ripeto: Giacinto ci mancherà tantissimo". (Javier Zanetti, today's captain, about yesterday's captain)

"Caro Cipe, non sono riuscito a dirti quello che volevo, per paura di farti capire che il tempo era inesorabile e la malattia terribile. Scusami, ma credo che ti debba ringraziare soprattutto per la pazienza che hai sempre avuto con me. Per i tuoi occhi che sorridevano, fino alla fine, ai miei entusiasmi o all'ironia con cui cercavo di superare insieme a te momenti difficili. Pochi giorni fa, pochissimi, mi parlavi dell'Inter con un filo di voce e con l'espressione di chi ti vuole bene, proiettando il tuo pensiero in un futuro che andava oltre le nostre povere, ignoranti, possibilità umane. Qualche mese fa ti chiedevo un po' scherzando un po' sul serio come mai non riuscivamo ad avere un arbitro amico, tanto da sentirci almeno una volta protetti. E tu, con uno sguardo fra il dolce e il severo, mi rispondesti che questa cosa non potevo chiedertela, non ne eri capace. Fantastico. Non ne era capace la tua grande dignità, non ne era capace la tua naturale onestà, la sportività intatta dal primo giorno che entrasti nell'Inter, con Herrera che ti chiamò Cipelletti, sbagliandosi, e da allora, tutti noi ti chiamiamo Cipe. Dolce, intelligente, coraggioso, riservato, lontano da ogni reazione volgare. Grazie ancora di aver onorato l'Inter, e con lei tutti noi." (Massimo Moratti)

"Con la morte di Facchetti si chiude un'epoca: lui rappresentava un calcio pulito che, oggi, sembra essere l'eccezione alla regola, quel calcio in cui credeva anche Helenio. Giacinto, pur essendo profondamente religioso, da tutti noi era visto come un dio pagano. Nel campo svettava sugli altri, e quando correva la sua falcata sembrava quella di Mercurio. Quello che però più colpiva era la sua correttezza estrema, quasi mistica" (Fiora Herrera)

Ciao Giacinto, addio bandiera nerazzurra...© 2006 moonlight & INTER.IT & GAZZETTA DELLO SPORT / PICTURE FROM INTER.IT

Caut partener de dans!

Nope, nu e o gluma...

Deoarece si pentru ca am primit un impuls din partea cuiva, nu spui cine, ca poate se supara si nu vrem asta ... si pentru ca de multisor vreau sa ma apuc de cursuri de dans (a se traduce, latino) si acum chiar mi s-a pus pata serios...

Am gasit scoala perfecta, sau ma rog, asa cred eu, din ce am auzit/citit. Ce mi s-a parut diferit fata de celelalte scoli de dans din capitala noastra cea fara de pereche este ca iti impune sa te duci la cursuri cu un partener. Am incercat sa ma inscriu, sperand ca o sa fie niscaiva baieti singuri si asa o sa se formeze o pereche. Din pacate, au fost foarte multe perechi formate deja care s-au inscris, si n-am avut noroc. Asa ca mi-l caut pe unde pot (norocul/partenerul ).

Deci... daca din intamplare, printre cei care mai citesc tampeniile pe care le scriu eu pe aici, se gaseste cineva care sa vrea sa invete sa danseze, sau stie pe cineva care vrea ... o sa se mai organizeze o grupa de incepatori pe la mijlocul lunii septembrie, iar cursurile se vor tine sambata si duminica, din cate am inteles. Mai multe detalii o sa primesc si eu mai incolo. Asa ca pliz pliz I will be forever in your debt. Cand o aparea oficial si pe forumul scolii respective (careia n-o sa-i fac reclama aici) anuntul despre formarea grupei, o sa postez si acolo un "matrimonial". Deocamdata ma limitez la asta.

Asa ca, daca e cineva interesat (de dans), sa lase un mesaj sau un IM pe Y!M. Btw, invat repede si-mi petrec week-end-urile prin Salsa 3 (uite ca la asta fac reclama ), asa ca nu sunt chiar necunoscatoare in domeniu (sau cel putin asa imi place sa cred). Astept sugestii si reclamatii.

P.S. poza din Salsa ca sa vedeti ca nu va mint. Sorry for writing this one in Romanian, but I'm looking for a dance partner and I need him to be from Romania, so someone from another place in the world won't help me much.

Caut partener de dans! & photo© 2006 moonlight

Pedro Abrunhosa - Beijo

Another song today, this is a very cool portuguese guy who has all these incredible songs... I would translate it to you, but it won't sound as good as in portuguese. Well, whoever has to understand, will

Não posso deixar que te leve

O castigo da ausência,

Vou ficar a esperar

E vais ver-me lutar

Para que esse mar não nos vença.

Não posso pensar que esta noite

Adormeço sozinho,

Vou ficar a escrever,

E talvez vá vencer

O teu longo caminho.

Quero que saibas

Que sem ti não há lua,

Nem as árvores crescem,

Ou as mãos amanhecem

Entre as sombras da rua.

Leva os meus braços,

Esconde-te em mim,

Que a dor do silêncio

Contigo eu venço

Num beijo assim.

Não posso deixar de sentir-te

Na memória das mãos,

Vou ficar a despir-te,

E talvez ouça rir-te

Nas paredes, no chão.

Não posso mentir que as lágrimas

São saudades do beijo,

Vou ficar mais despido

Que um corpo vencido,

Perdido em desejo.

Quero que saibas

Que sem ti não há lua,

Nem as árvores crescem,

Ou as mãos amanhecem

Entre as sombras da rua.

Leva os meus braços,

Esconde-te em mim,

Que a dor do silêncio

Contigo eu venço

Num beijo assim...

Pedro Abrunhosa - Beijo© 2006 moonlight / SONGS BY PEDRO ABRUNHOSA / PICTURE FROM GOOGLE

Incredible Placebo

I had reached a point where I was complaining about not having anything interesting happening in my life. All the weekends were the same, spending the time in the internet, or going for a walk in the park, the usual weekend shopping, going to dance in Salsa... I did have some excitement for a a few weeks, but it seems that too is lost now, which is sad...

Well, as if someone wanted to contradict me, yesterday I was at the Placebo concert at Arenele Romane(many thanks to Ulpia for the invitation ). While waiting to go in, I was thinking I would write this long entry about the hour and I half I (we) spent in the Carol Park waiting to go in, because they only opened the gates at a little after 7, although the concert was scheduled to start at that time. But I changed my mind. I'm not going to do a cultural review either, as I am no journalist.

But I will say it was a real pleasure to be there, and a real honour. It is not every day that you see such big a rock band in a live concert in Bucharest. It's true, this summer we had some great artists here, starting with Lake of Tears back in March, then Depeche Mode, Billy Idol, Deftones, Bloodhound Gang... and still to come this autumn Cesaria Evora and Dulce Pontes, whom I really want to see. But, unfortunatelly, I didn't get to go to any of those, due to all kind of reasons, mainly money and time.

So... I was saying... we were told that the opening will be made by Dj Rock and AB4. I have no idea who DJ Rock is, but fortunatelly we were not forced to listen to them, I suppose it was because they started the concert so late. But AB4 I kind of missed. They had left Romania a few years ago, and nobody heard anything of them since. So it was a really good surprise seing them and hearing them last night, they did a very good show that lasted for more than half an hour, with some very good new songs. It was a good opening for Placebo, mostly because I think everybody was curious to see what they have been doing for so long.

And talking about Placebo, they were great. I was kind of missing real rock, you know, classic rock, good rock, not the one that you hear nowadays, that makes 16 year-old chicks go crazy. I felt like going back a few years, when I was a high-school girl and everything was so simple . It was really great, they sang both old a new songs, and the new album, "Meds", sounds great, Placebo-style. They didn't sing too much, about 1 hour, but it was fantastic (regardless of the technical problems they had) and the crowd was satisfied (at least I think they were, and I hope too). I was happy that I was able to see them, because it is such a rare opportunity to see such an extraordinary band live in Romania (did I say that again? I believe I did... ). And again, many thanks to Ulpia for the invitation. It was a great night and I had my batteries recharged for some time, so it will take a couple of weeks until complaining again that nothing interesting ever happens to me .

Incredible Placebo & PHOTO© 2006 moonlight

Entry for August 09, 2006

Four beers last night in Becker Brau, unfiltred, of course... and a night of hyperactivity, as there was full moon (2 more probably following...). Enough to put me in that state I go into when I don't have things to do.

So... this will be a "Sex and the city"-type blog. Question: Why do we like problems? Why do women like problems? What is it with calm life that sounds so damn wrong that we are not happy with? If we are not ok, if things go wrong, we complain that they never go well. If everything is perfect, we complain that we get bored.

I would like to meet the woman who is absolutely satisfied with her life. She will be my hero. But is there such a woman? Or it's just an ideal, more of a man's ideal actually, as they always say we're never satisfied. You know... as we have our romantic prince charming, handsome, sensitive, that always does the exact thing we need, and always says what we need to hear. That's a satisfied woman for the men, the perfection, the ideal (which, of course, doesn't exist).

Or, maybe, it does exist. But me... well, I have never met such a woman. I addmit. I complain about everything. I'm never satisfied with the way things are, but I truly believe that if I did, my life would be meaningless. I always say you have to have standards to reach for. And always have a project to fight for, if not, what is life? If a guy treats me with indifference... well, just ask those who did and they'll tell you how annoying I get.

So, I complicate my life. If I don't have problems, I invent them. I couldn't live in a life where there would be no problems. Of course, usually my problems are... romantic. And as I consider myself a bit of an artist, at least my soul is, I tend to take my problems as far as they become tragedies. So every day there's a tragedy happening, it keeps me going, and it keeps me from getting bored, because I am getting bored easily.

So, as I said, I enjoy complicating my life. If things are perfect, which they should be, since apparently all my dreams came true lately (just check my latest blog entries, you'll know what I mean), if I am happy, as I should be, I am actually not happy. I am not happy of being too happy. (What a stupid thing to say, right?). So, I am creating problems, and I am trying to find ways for the things to be not so perfect.

Some of you were getting a glimpse of my new-found "complications" lately, and saw how much I enjoyed them, and still enjoy. For the last three weeks, I've been going to work smiling and keeping that smile all day, which is a lot to ask from me. Unfortunately, there are too many people I care for reading this blog and I cannot explain everything in here. The question is, what will exactly happen? And how will I manage to go with it? Well... I have always fallen on my feet, no matter how many stupid things I've done; that's why I am so sure I will manage to handle everything. It's just a way to see how things would be if I did everything differently. And maybe putting the bases of a new life, I'm good at that.

Entry for August 09, 2006© 2006 moonlight / PICTURE FROM GOOGLE

Ella y él - Ricardo Arjona

Today... a song... Ricardo Arjona, one of the most romantic artists I have ever listened to.

So, here it comes, for all of you who have loved, but were not loved back; for all of you who are in love; for the ones who know love will come, but haven't found it yet...

Ella es de la Habana, él de Nueva York

ella baila tropicana, a él le gusta el rock

ella vende besos en un burdel, mientras él se gradua en U.C.L.A.

ella es medio marxista, él es republicano

ella quiere ser artista, él odia a los cubanos

él cree en la Estatua de la Libertad,

y ella en su vieja Habana de la soledad

Él ha comido hamburguesas, ella moros con cristianos

él champán con sus fresas, ella un mojito cubano

ella se fue de gira a Yucatán, y él de vacaciones al mismo lugar

mulata hasta los pies, él rubio como el sol

ella no habla inglés, y él menos español

él fue a tomar un trago sin sospechar

que iba a encontrar el amor en aquel lugar

Lo que las ideologias dividen al hombre,

el amor con sus hilos los une en su nombre

Ella mueve su cintura al ritmo del tan tan

y él se va divorciando del Tio Sam

él se refugia en su piel, la quiere para él

y ella se va olvidando de Fidel

qué sabian Lenin y Lincoln del amor

qué saben Fidel y Clinton del amor.

Ella se sienta en su mesa

él tiembla de la emoción

ella se llama Teresa , y él se llama John

ella dice "hola chico", él contesta "hello"

a ella no le para el pico, él dice "speak slow"

él se guardó su bandera, ella olvido los conflictos

él encontro la manera, de que el amor salga invicto

la tomó de la mano y se la llevó

el yankee de la cubana se enamoró

lo que las ideologias dividen al hombre

el amor con sus hilos los une en su nombre

ahora viven en París, buscaron tierra neutral

ella logró ser actriz, él es un tipo normal

caminan de la mano calle Campos Elisios

como quien se burla del planeta y sus vicios.

Ella y él - Ricardo Arjona© 2006 moonlight / SONG BY RICARDO ARJONA / PICTURE FROM GOOGLE

Cuando nadie me ve - Alejandro Sanz

A veces me elevo, doy mil volteretas
a veces me encierro tras puertas abiertas
a veces te cuento por qué este silencio
y es que a veces soy tuyo y a veces del viento.


a veces de un hilo y a veces de un ciento
y hay veces, mi vida, te juro que pienso:
¿por qué es tan difícil sentir como siento?
sentir ¡cómo siento! que sea difícil


a veces te miro y a veces te dejas
me prestas tus alas, revisas tus huellas
a veces por todo aunque nunca me falles
a veces soy tuyo y a veces de nadie
a veces te juro de veras que siento,
no darte la vida entera, darte sólo esos momentos
¿por qué es tan dificil?... vivir sólo es eso...
vivir, sólo es eso... ¿por qué es tan dificil?


cuando nadie me ve puedo ser o no ser
cuando nadie me ve pongo el mundo del revés
cuando nadie me ve no me limita la piel
cuando nadie me ve puedo ser o no ser
cuando nadie me ve.


a veces me elevo, doy mil volteretas
a veces me encierro tras puertas abiertas
a veces te cuento por qué este silencio
y es que a veces soy tuyo y a veces del viento


te escribo desde los centros de mi propia existencia
donde nacen las ansias, la infinita esencia
hay cosas muy tuyas que yo no comprendo
y hay cosas tan mías, pero es que yo no las veo
supongo que pienso que yo no las tengo
no entiendo mi vida, se encienden los versos
que a oscuras te puedo, lo siento no acierto
no enciendas las luces que tengo desnudos,
el alma y el cuerpo


cuando nadie me ve puedo ser o no ser...



 

© 2006 moonlight / SONG BY ALEJANDRO SANZ / PICTURE FROM SHREK2.COM