Posts Tagged ‘chronic’

Writing

In return the Writing In one late of this week, memories become and take account of people! A way to cover between what it remains of of this summer and nostalgia. With that typical anxiety of who it knows what it waits, I am touched myself. After all soon, then, after more or less transposing one 45 minutes between Passo Fundo and Soledade, I know that I will find a friendship reference. Vanessa Marcil pursues this goal as well. We will be again expensive the face! Two extremities of the language. The perfect harmony of the experience with generation Y, X Z I know there what! But what it matters it is the end item of this relation of friendship, that exceeded barriers of the rooms in the University of Passo Fundo! We are almost there! Soledade blunts soon there. With certainty the reception will be more authentic, however I temper with it that it foments the writing rooms! Next to the Regional news and its directors it will be possible introspections of an existence marked for the news articles, interviews, voices, photos, guidelines enquetes and a complex world of medias and entertainment. How much to kill homesicknesses were full of satisfaction, had not lacked souvenirs of the four years where to study Journalism still it seemed a mountain out of a molehill. The hours for the coffee in the bar of the Pricles, where the subject generally was to say in the Colorado and its conquests, as well as making of that place a culminating point of those mornings of winters, autumns springs and summers.

They did not lack guidelines to be shared with the few wants thought of connected form, however with freedom to display its ideas and counterpoints. Made we it in playful way, without retaliaes. We knew to divide, to add and in them to keep coesos with almost everything! Although still thus, it was possible time for who knows a new guideline. Of those where the presence of Tiba professor (in memory) was reason of surplus to relax without leaving to produce with quality. It lacked time for the coffee in ' ' Elite' ' traditional Bar in the Floriano Peixoto in Soledade. It is for another time! Then we will make plus a landmark of this friendship that survived to all the new features of an age congested for the globalization! I and my comitiva thank the chance to be part, exactly that only per one instants of the Writing of the Regional Informative Periodical of Soledade! Samuel was valid. He was valid friend, success! Jose Berton Journalist

February

Sesquicentenria party! It believes to be wanted! Therefore it is, my people, it has one hundred more necessarily and cinquenta and seven years, we will commemorate in day 28 of February the beginning of the famous carnival of street. I found a reminder that speaks on this date: 28 of February of 1854, in a leaf that detaches the commemorative dates and I decided to comment on the subject. I am not studious on carnival but I found a beauty! As we are ignorant on subjects that would have to even appear in the media constantly! I am to imagine as she was pretty the first time that they had paraded in the street having commemorated the carnival! How penalty! I do not have nor a magazine of the time. It will be that it had space to edit a magazine that registered such event? Many, especially, the puritanos had to close the eyes finding a great aberration, as many people sambando in the way of the street! It will be that they had been taxed of insane people? Not achismo taste, but I go to find that it was not a tresloucada party! Many people giving beginning to an ostentation, if showing in quaint way as the ones that if they showed in the beach. Only it can be! Those cueces, those very quaint shimstocks, but all sambando without badness, me the intention, demonstrating that a body dress can please, not having necessity to be almost naked! We go to imagine as they were the clothes has a century and way more than! Corpetes, the long skirts, the stockings until the half of the leg, skirts of scaffolding under the normal skirt in the bufantes height of the ankle, to leave twirled it more, those sleeves! It cuts off it to E! What cuts off? He was one cuts off that badly it still passed the head and superficially an opening with many buttons, therefore was not said in zper! the band? marchinhas? I am not having time at the moment but I go to search to know at the time on this party because of now we know until excessively! It is not legal to search to compare the attitudes of the people, especially, of the women? With certainty, I will make aluso if to find in net something on the subject. I promise that I go to search! I was curious and being thus I want to take off the doubts! But he is well-known that of beginning already I know that exactly some was had me the intention was camouflaged therefore was very pudicas people and to never give what to secretely say in that machista society where the man already could everything and the coitada one of the woman could not nothing, not to be to give birth many children and to the times with a man who it felt nauseas. The times had moved, had not moved? ' '

Old Infancy

Old Infancy I love living the gift, but it is a magical moment to come back in the time and to relembrar each moment of my infancy. Some of the friends who I made when small, are with me until today at the happy and difficult moments of the life. I cultivated some friendships and today I see that the penalty was valid. Beyond being able to reviver child moments, to the times I make with these same friends who had always been to my side. Under the sun of the city of So Paulo, I played very, I danced, I studied, I laugh and I cried. It was in this wonderful city that I formed my personality and that, next to my family, I could form my values and understand that friendship, honesty and simplicity are the best ingredients to form a solid base for the life.

I grew, I made many friends in this life, but I do not have shame to still say that taste of being, at some moments, a perpetual great child. He is with nephews and godsons who I seat in the soil, I smear cotton candy and chocolate, earring of doll, to even play ball and of stand. The innocence of that one day they will be adult me of spirit to know, at least with the next people me, we will have better human beings in the command of the world. Desire of truth that in the next years our friendships increase more, our reencontros with that we do not see has much time are frequent, that the families grow in homes blessed for the divine hand and that I am still this way for dividing my moments of joy with vocs, reading friends. An enormous kiss to all, of this adult whom it loves living the life with the slightness of a child. Valria Regina de Carballo

Playing Another Time

Playing, another time. Father, mother, where are vocs? Playing of hide-he hides of new, to only scare me! Then, they appear laughing to the outbursts of laughter, running to hug me with the characteristic affection of the parents. To the few, we leave to play of hide-hides, goat-blind person, amarelinha and other diversions that made our joy. I was growing, but it seems that vocs they had not noticed this, or did not want to perceive. They desired that I remained the girl of always, many times obedient, other times crosspiece, but under the strict control of vocs. That craze the parents has of not wanting that the children cut the lace, leaving for new phases and with them, new adventures.

It will be that this almost obsession of not in allowing the growth them is related to the idea of that they are being older? Now, yes, that everything complicated. I was adolescent as my friends and I became quieter. It desired to be isolated with my dreams and fancies of namoro, with that neighbor of ruivos hair and freckles. My parents they did not accept my change. They said that I had to be with serious problems, and that they could only decide them.

They found that they were the owners of the truth. Any technological newness that appeared I I counted for them. They considered all bobagem. To individualizar it wanted me, to believe that it had capacity, but continued being treated as child. Until the profession they wanted to choose for me. My dream was to be artist of cinema or theater. They wanted that I was doctor or lawyer. She has patience! I was not actress. I made Journalism, obtaining a job in a monthly magazine of our city. Optimum E: I was to live alone in a building located in a total opposing zone to the one of my parents. Still well that the phase most difficult of my life seemed to have finished. Now it was married, had my children, but still menininha was treated as one, that it needed protection. In this height of the events, I had fun and made jokes with them, regarding the subject. To the measure that my children grew, I, now mother, thought about the best form of to educate them, without bigger requirements, with much dialogue, allowing its liberty of speech. However, always it errava in some thing. There for as much, I started to distrust that my parents of one hour for another one, without advance warning, needed aid and my cares. Father, mother, where are vocs? If they had hidden another time to scare me? Only that now, I scared myself for real. I found the two running away for the gate, crossing the street, without the least to look at for the sides. I cost to bring them in return. I needed to ask for aid for my older son, so that they entered in house. Disembarassed Oh Alzheimer, that has asked for nailed to me!