Life is wonderful!!!

… and… voilà!!!

(I was feeling sad today… the flowers made me feel happy again!!! )

Berlin, Berlin…

ha!  I always ask myself why everybody says “Berlin, Berlin” when referring to the capital city of Germany.

The only reference I can remember is the song “Das ist Berlin” from Marlene Dietrich (the Goddess!!!)… well, I hope that’s the link to the phrase “Berlin, Berlin”, since Marlene Dietrich was in love with the city…

But anyway. I went to Berlin on Thursday with my student fellows for an excursion… it was stressful because we’ve missed the bus and etc etc etc… but at the end we did it and met the other 20 fellows/professors.

Berlin is a fantastic city. The only city in Germany which reminds me home. Chaotic, loud, agitated… just like home!

The purpose of the excursion was to know a little better the communication strategy of one of the biggest German companies: Die Deutsche Bahn (something like “German Railroad”).

I was really impressed with their professionalism. Actually… hehehehhehehehe… I wish their logistic would be as efficient as their communication!

After that we went to Berlin’s Central Station, which is a very modern concept of architecture and etc… it was funny, but at the end I was exhausted.Th

Later we went to the hostel , a very cosy building in Berlin Mitte, just to drop by and then… enjoy the night in Berlin!!!

Today we went to the Jewish Museum in Berlin – it’s simply AMAZING!! Strongly recommended, and I have to go there again!!!

… well… the whole trip was exciting, interesting and cool. But now I am really exhausted and have to wake up early tomorrow – I’ll hit the road to Munich… sigh…

Click here for the pictures from Berlin:

(for a limited period, since flickr deletes the old pictures time to time…)

My mom’s first vernissage!

I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo proud!!!

it’s my mother’s first vernissage!!! She’s a real artist and I’ll order FOR SURE a painting for my new house!! I’m sure it’ll make me rich one day…

Where?? Centro Comercial Pinho – Araruama- RJ

Bacalhau!!!

We had some portuguese bacalhau/ stockfish/ codfish/ kabeljau etc etc etc at Paulinka’s… hmmm… it was TAAAAAAAAASTY!!

Take a look at the pics:

 http://terres.guckst.de/ws06/bacalhau.html

… and… you know, it’s so easy to make my day… just a single foolish e-mail and I am walking in the clouds…  )))))

About love and about being in love

The concepts of “love“ and “being in love“ actually vary from culture to culture, from individual to individual.

 

It’s a matter of personality, of education, of gender, of age, of milieu.

As I’ve written yesterday, I saw my friend’s foto-blog and started (again) to miss “that” feeling of “being in love”.

 

The concepts of these feelings seem to be more complex as I thought.

I always thought “love” and “being in love” would be the same feelings for everybody.

 

But it’s not true.

 

For example my parents. That’s something I can call real love. They’re together for 35 years. They love each other, no doubts! Each one even knows what the other feels, when the other’s sad, when the other’s happy. Sex is irrelevant. There’s no urgency to show passion or to surprise the other because they KNOW what they feel. Singular and subtle shows of affection make their relation harmonic, stable, predictable, comfortable.

 

No doubts it’s love.

But it’s THEIR concept of love. Under their conditions, age, time, gender, etc, etc, etc.

… it’s not MY concept of love. Not at this moment, not in this phase of my life. It’s much less then I demand and much more then I need. For now.

What I demand is PASSION. To find the “love of my life”, just like my parents found 35 years ago. To wake up during the night to have sex. To call during the day only to say and to hear “I love you”. To surprise and be surprised by the beloved person. To swear endless love.

 

What I need is to feel desired. To catch in the other person’s eyes that fire of desire. And to find myself doing the same. To get sometimes some foolish show of love, like a handmade-anything which has its high value only for us both.

I don’t want to be sure the other person loves me. I wanna hear it. I wanna see it. I wanna feel it in every single act.

I wanna wear sexy lingerie and feel myself more desired.

I wanna be asked for sexual favours

… and I wanna perform them with pleasure.

… and I wanna be pleased, also.

 

And I wanna tell the other person: “I belong to you”. And I wanna hear it back.

I wanna live this love intensively. And I want to watch this feeling changing year after year… until it becomes something stable, harmonic, predictable, comfortable. And I want to feel glad to have developed these feelings for/and with the same person.

… and actually… I am trying – really hard! – to accept another concept of love – without passion, without urgencies, without the risk of extreme pain and consequently without extreme joy – but I think it’s not my kind of love. Not yet. It’s not my nature to live without the risk of getting hurt.

And for this reason I’m feeling very unsatisfied. And because I’m feeling unsatisfied, because I’m not receiving the love I need, I am not giving the love I can give. Although loving him with full heart.

 

 

And I find it kind of sad.

Tem horas que dah saudade disso…

hoje li um post do foto-blog de uma amiga…

http://www.fotolog.com/lakini/

…tao lindos os dois. Tao apaixonadinhos. Tao “voce eh meu tudo”….

… e pensar que eu tambem jah tive isso na vida. Coisa boa, viu?

Bom, tem horas que dah saudade disso. Deste sentimento bobo que eh estar cegamente apaixonado(a).

Espero que a Vivi e o Loirao dela continuem pra sempre assim. Ou que guardem este sentimento pra lembrar na posteridade…

Fofos.