June 14, 2008

  • i dunno if you saw it

    …the rain with the sunshine

                                                                                    “the wedding of the widow”

    (Portuguese translation)

    that shone through my window today.

    maybe you missed it

    the fresh strawberries

    that i ran out and picked for breakfast

    in my pajamas

    another beautiful day

    and i am not sure what to do

    with myself.

     

    i feel like i need to put alot of time into the US/Brasil connection. that is one of the main reasons i am here. or there. and i love that. i love connecting. it feels like when i am here, i am working on things for Brasil. when i am there, i am working on things for the US. all good and lovely, but…

    sometimes i just want to be here. without thinking of there. somedays i feel like i am in Brasil…or at least not in the US, because nothing got done here and i am knee deep in there and visa versa. sometimes i just want to chop one off and be here. or maybe chop one off and be there. But be ALL THERE.

    *

    amazing how i get calls from my friends in Brasil, all of them worried about me, because all they see on TV is that Indy is flooded, with images of houses floating away. they ask me if my family is okay, and i realize i am really lucky–

    to only have a flooded basement, even if my room was covered with 8 inches of water.

    perspectives change.

    Anna won an ipod. Uncle Roger does Yo-Yo tricks.

    i went jogging and saw a fox. “Little Prince” flashed through my head and i wondered if i would put enough time into taming him. no, i wouldn’t. i disappointed myself with that thought. it seems that i would invest that much time in…very few projects, and even fewer people.

    then there were two. foxes. does it only take one other to not be alone anymore? no wonder arrainged marriages worked…back in alot of cultures, you got married and then were alone (farmers, at least). so you might as well make a go at it.

     

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