The ant is knowing and wise...

"A vacation is having nothing to do and all day to do it in." Robert Orben

...but he doesn't know enough to take a vacation.
I hope I won't be the Ant...

I'm going on two weeks vacation, first week will be in a resort and second week I'll go to Alentejo to join family in the baptism of my cousin's 3 little ducks. Yes, he's been blessed with 3 at once, or cursed :S it depends on the point of view :)

I hope both will be happy hours, although on the first week I'm going to paradise of dolce fare niente, and with myprecioouuussss :)

on the second week I'll have my mother nearby, and yes, I still love to have her around sometimes, although I'm twenty fourteen :P, and I’ll also be in one of those rare moments of all family together, due to the fact that we are a large family it isn't that easy...

I also hope to get a healtier look, I'm so goddamn white!

Educate the children...

"Educate the children and it won't be necessary to punish the men." Pythagoras

Although I love my baby more than anything else in the world, I’m on the opinion that doesn’t mean gives him everything he asks/cries for. But it looks like I'm not understood by the adults themselves... and I'm not talking about family, but strangers!

The last episode happened today in the restaurant while I'm in a small vacation in Algarve. I went to the restaurant, where there are those appealing machines with large balls with toys inside that all the kids want. Usually I give him one and that's it! I don't deny everything, he's only 2 year old baby...

but after the meal he started asking me another one! And the answer was a straight “NO, you already have one”.

Then I turned my attention on something else and suddenly he was near me, big smile, with another toy! A man comes across the table where I was sitting and gave him the toy! A total stranger! At the moment I reacted saying "thanks sir", but I know that I didn't have nothing to thank at all!!! But what should I have done?

Till now I keep asking myself, but I don't know the answer... I just know I should have returned the toy, but I did not... I wasn’t guided by reason, but by emotions… one should thank someone that gives us something?... not here I guess.

Sensuality... Mmh, yes.

Talking about sensuality on my other blog: Unawen, I suddenly realized I never spoke here about one of my favorite singers, maybe the favorite singer: Kate Bush.

I knew her trough this album, The Sensual World.

In this album Kate Bush reflects the most heavenly views of love, her most intimate and charming effort, a romantic, frolicking over lust and love, but also a lover of life and its spirituality.

She also reveals a spirit of strength and independence like in "Love and Anger”, features blistering riffs by her mentor: David Gilmour, guitarist and vocalist with Pink Floyd.

Pink Floyd, which, by the way, I only started to really listen to very recently because of a very dear friend that made me take another vision of their music and the story behind it, thanks :)

She also has a peculiar look toward the future, she appears to look beyond what's present and find a peculiar celestial atmosphere in which human beings do exist. But she also keeps her feet on the ground and speaks about technology, like on "Deeper Understanding" track.

I share here "The Sensual World" lyrics, my favorite :)

Mmh, yes,

Then I’d taken the kiss of seedcake back from his mouth
Going deep south, go down, mmh, yes,
Took six big wheels and rolled our bodies
Off of howth head and into the flesh, mmh, yes,

He said I was a flower of the mountain, yes,
But now I’ve powers o’er a woman’s body, yes.

Stepping out of the page into the sensual world.
Stepping out...

To where the water and the earth caress
And the down of a peach says mmh, yes,
Do I look for those millionaires
Like a machiavellian girl would
When I could wear a sunset? mmh, yes,

And how we’d wished to live in the sensual world
You don’t need words--just one kiss, then another.

Stepping out of the page into the sensual world
Stepping out, off the page, into the sensual world.

And then our arrows of desire rewrite the speech, mmh, yes,
And then he whispered would i, mmh, yes,
Be safe, mmh, yes, from mountain flowers?
And at first with the charm around him, mmh, yes,
He loosened it so if it slipped between my breasts
He’d rescue it, mmh, yes,
And his spark took life in my hand and, mmh, yes,
I said, mmh, yes,
But not yet, mmh, yes,
Mmh, yes.

Come here let me clip your wings!

...
writing a letter to you
didn't make me feel any more peaceful than how I felt when we weren't speaking
because I didn't cop to what I did.
I can't love you becaused we're supposed to have professional boundaries.
I'd like you to be schooled and in awe as though you were kissed by god full on the lips.
I'm in the front row the front row with popcorn
I get to see you see you close up
(I'm too tired to recount the unpleasantries one by one one minute I want to banish you the next I want to be on a deserted island with you with my three favorite cd's
ambivalent in your bed we've yet to acknowledge what really happened)
Slid into the ditch I have this overwhelming loss of amibition
we said let's name thirty good reasons why we shouldn't be together
I started by saying things like "you smoke" "you live in new jersey (too far)"
you started saying things like "you belong to the world"
all of which could have been easily refuted
but the conversation was hypothetical
I am totally short of breath for you
why can't you shut your stuff off...
I'm in the front row the front row with popcorn
I get to see you see you close up
and I laughed until my lungs hurt
I love how you bust my chops
You don't always feel seen
Sometimes you feel erasable unfortunately I cannot reciprocate in my current state
I think we should be careful of how much time we spend together
.....for a while while i'm speaking
you know how much you hate to be interrupted maybe spend some time alone fill up your proverbial cup so that it doesn't always about you
I've been wanting your undivided attention I like the fact that you're nothing like me
Are you not burdened by the lack of perspective people have of your charmed life (seemingly)?
I'm in the front row the front row with popcorn
I get to see you see you close up
you never meant to be ungrateful
nor held up to be whipped or wept for certainly not analysed
prodded at more ways than one apparently you've been misrepresented
dealing with the concept of arrows being slung towards your outrageous fortune
Hey I'm not mad at you guardian
I'm mad at myself for spending so much time with you and your jeckyl and hydeness
i'm glad i firguratively slapped you on the wrist
you laughed a wicked laugh and said "come here let me clip your wings!"
(I know he's blood but you can still turn him away you don't own him
anything)
"raise the roof he yelled "yeah raise the roof!" I yelled back.
(Unfortunately you needed a health scare to reprioritize.)
No thanks to the soap box
Having my rile against them won't make an ounce of difference...
I'm in the front row the front row with popcorn
I get to see you see you close up
Oh the things I've done for you
many a sitch a friend a man's been left for you
oh the books i've read for you
the tongues i've bitten for you many a new city for you
for you many a risk taken for you (not a single regret)

by Alanis Morissette

If you ask me anything I don't know, I'm not going to answer.

Most people seem to be absolutely unable to say I don’t know. Impressive but true. Even if they don't know absolutely nothing about the subject, they always feel like they must give their opinion on it and say something like "I don't know anything about it, nontheless, I think that this and that!" Is it so hard to say "I can't give an opinion on it because I don't know what you're talking about."?

The Ocean...

Since I ever remember I always loved the Ocean, the voice of the waves against the rocks devastated by the wind...

Even on winter, I love to take a walk alongside the coast and bread the Ocean... I have no words that can explain the freedom I feel by doing this.

I'd love to live near the Ocean, but then I would have traffic Jam every day to get to work... even so, the idea appeals to me more and more every day, maybe... :)

Until that moment arrives, I dream about the sea and I visit it on whenever possible. My baby also loves it and already says: "Mummy, the waves are finished", when they reach the rocks of the coast :) Indeed he's right... they finish when they touch the ground, likewise dreams...

I leave here a poem from Madredeus, “The Sea”, the fragility of the sea is my strength...

"It's not a poem what i am going to say

Neither i know if it's worth to try to describe for you

The sea, the sea.

I have been standing here only to try to see it

and now I’m getting older without never understanding it.

The sea, the sea."