To travel is to discover that everyone is wrong about other countries.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Let it go
Today, I had to go to a place where I didn't really want to go. It was a trip through memory lane. A necessary voyage beneath clothes and photos and gadgets and souvenirs of the one I lost.
If you haven't done it once, I tell you, you're bound to do it someday.
It's one hell of a trip. Difficult, winding, complicated, confused.
You start by seeing, then touching, smelling, hearing and finally thinking.
The hardest one is obviously the last one, cause it brings back all the others at the same time gathered with the thoughts triggered by the senses.
And all of a suden, you're not where you are anymore. You're somewhere else. With someone else.
And for a split second, you are living a different life. But reality strikes. And all you can do is remember. And think. And cry.
I miss so many things and so many people. I know they'll never come back. Either because they're just too far away or too far gone.
I guess I like to travel a lot, but I really don't enjoy much when other people go. Once again, I come to the conclusion that we're here to learn to let go. So there you go.
Monday, March 10, 2008
When I'm sixty-four
Beatles
When I get older losing my hair
many years from now
will you still be sending me a valentine
birthday greeting, bottle of wine
If I'd been out till quarter to three
would you lock the door
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four
You'll be older too
And if you say the word
I could stay with you
I could be handy mending a fuse
when your light have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings, go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four
Every summer we can rent a cottage on the
Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck, and Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line
stating point of view
indicate precisely what you mean to say
yours sincerely wasting away
Give me your answer fill in a form
mine forever more
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Fool On The Hill
Beatles
Day after day, alone on the hill,
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still.
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he's just a fool.
And he never gives an answer.
But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.
Well on his way, his head in a cloud,
The man of a thousand voices, talking perfectly loud.
But nobody ever hears him,
Or the sound he appears to make.
And he never seems to notice.
But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.
And nobody seems to like him,
They can tell what he wants to do.
And he never shows his feelings,
But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Travelling Gringa Strikes Again
Back in the game. Never home. From one hot spot to the other! She is alive!
Friday, November 30, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one's own country as a foreign land.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Jean Paul Sartre
Being and Nothingness, 1943
I am condemned to exist forever beyond my essence, beyond the causes and motives of my act. I am condemned to be free. This means that no limits to my freedom can be found except freedom itself or, if you prefer, that we are not free to cease being free.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
U2
I have climbed the highest mountains
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you
I have run I have crawled
I have scaled
these city walls
these city walls
Only to be with you
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing in her fingertips
It burned like fire
This burning desire
I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of the devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
I believe in the Kingdom Come
Then all the colours will
bleed into one
bleed into one
But yes I'm still running
You broke the bonds and you loosed the chains
You carried the cross
And my shame
And my shame
You know I believe it
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Edgar Allan Poe
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Valentin Louis Georges Eugène Marcel Proust
In Search of Lost Time - The Prisioner, 1923
The only real voyage consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes; in seeing the universe through the eyes of another, one hundred others - in seeing the hundred universes that each of them sees, that each one of them is.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Antoine de Saint Exupéry
Southern Mail, 1929
Immobility enjoys each second stronger like a heart attack, and then life restarts.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Quotation of the day
Coming back is an ilusion. We´re always moving forward. Keep walking. Johnny Walker.Cheers!
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Leaving. On a jetplane!
Well, moving on, going to the boat. It´s wonderful, but very limited. But with the sun shining and the wind... Facing the waves is one of the few adrenaline situations that I like. What about a ship? Well, like a friend would say, c'est la classe! And a cruise, oulálá!Counting pros and cons, if it is for me to get out of where I am, I´ll go. But my only problem is my biggest addiction: airplanes.
People can say whatever they want, that planes crash every once in a while, that accidents with planes are more fatal then with other transports, there can be the child bumping against my seat or the drunk guy´s stincky feet in yopur face. There´s nothing like flying. I can´t help being on the ground for too long. I need to be in the air. See everything from up above, go further and faster. Nothing can go wrong. "If the cabin air system should fail, oxygen masks will be released from the panel just above your seat". Is there anything more comforting then knowing that your seat can float? It´s the risk you gotta take to discover new things. I have to get a plane urgently!
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Begining...
Pra que fazer um blog? Para dizer o quê? Acho que todos nos sentimos estrangeiros, pelo menos uma vez na vida. Eu me sinto estrangeira sempre e em todos os lugares. E você?
Why make a blog? To say what? I guess we all felt like foreigners at least once in our lives. Me, I always feel like i don´t belong anywhere, like a foreigner all the time. How about you?
Pourquoi faire un blog? Pour quoi dire? Je crois que tous nous nous sommes sentis étrangers, au moins une fois dans la vie. Moi, je me sens une étrangère toujours et partout. Et toi?
Perchè fare un blog? Per dire cosa? Credo che tutti già ci siamo sentiti stragneri almeno una volta nella vita. Io mi sento stragnera tutto il tempo e dappertutto. E te?