Back again

Well! Here I go. Comeback to blogosphere. This time I don´t runaway again.

Gym against time

Finally after many years without any practice physical activity, and when I say no it is serious, I frequent a nearby gym in my workplace. No is too luxurious or to draw attention, however I believe that their modest facilities will properly serve my purposes.
With the arrival of years I have noticed that it i have noticed that it is more difficult to allow the tie, climbing stairs or even do a walk through quickstep. The time is not there for us. He will simply squeezing the knob around our necks simply going slowly tightening the garrotte. Having fun with the garrotte. Having fun with our gradual swoon. The belly grows, the veins close, the hair falls and memory ... Ah! The memory makes a point of remembering what happened to twenty years ago, but did not remember where you left your car keys. Thus I have left no alternative but to run. I will race against time. Battle to win space in this race. Dispute each breath that I can recover and keep it until the last moment. I am not to give me so early. It is a tussle worthless, because we know in advance who will be victorious. It is no use for me to have a son, plant a tree or write a book. After all my name will be forgotten, my achievements will change in dust and left no one trace of my passage through the world. And that comes only to confirm my status of traveller in existence.
But leaving aside the bitterness the good news is that I would do exercises and my knees will be grateful.

Music

Tomorrow will be my first music lesson. I found a school in front of bay. And the best of all, is completly free.
Protect your ears I will learn music!

Strike

Personnel for who do not know the mail is still on strike in nearly all Brazil. Thus I was invited to leave the office and go get street work like postman. Because this change I will be absent from the blogosphere while the movement still.
Wish me luck.

In the shore

The sky is blue.
The sea is green.
The sand is white.
And the happiness?
The happiness is the laughter of children.

L.S. Alves

For those don’t knows me.

My first car

In the absence of any subject more interesting is the way talk about my life itself. This week bought my first car. A 1.0 manufactured in 94. Outside the papers and runs ago the money, the main trouble is that after five years I am walking on foot without the slightest desire to drive. I do not know why, but I have no want to leave with him. It may be that I am needing is a journey longer to resume get a taste for something. Let's see after this end of the week if my opinion changes.
Good weekend for you.

Blog de elite

I’d like to thanks Luis Mirkovich for give me this indication. I hope in the future don’t disappoint his expectative.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas for all. And many thanks to all those who in the year of 2007 offered your hands and so generously gave me their friendship through the blogosphere.

I'm not God.

Sometimes is hard to follow the way that we know is right.
People are free to do or don’t do what they want. I know this. But today I become sad because somebody don’t act like I expected. I understand this feeling is wrong, but anyway I need a little time to accept the fact that I can’t control the life of the people and I’m not God.
I want a little time to think…

Pink tagged me

I've been tagged by Pink Ginger recently. Here is the 8 things about me and my thoughts.




1. I'm always interested in books.

2. I wish to live in a country like this. Better saying I am in the best place to live.

3. I love travelling, backpacking.

4. One of the most beautiful thing in the world to me is my daughter.

5. I don't like miserable souls.

6. I have a difficulty to work. I am a very, very, very lazy man.

7. I am a peaceful person. You need work very hard make me irritated.

8. Guitar is part of my life.

Oktoberfest. Part II

Despite being a very short time and I was working I conquest time to celebrate. A small piece, on Wednesday night, anyway nonetheless to 21h00min got out of the hotel under a disappointing rain. I and my co-worker divide the expenditure of the taxi with two boys from Sao Paulo. On the way to the party we indicated for them a brothel where for R $ 15.00 they will drink all beer they can for all night without paying anything more for it. And is a good beer I know.
Even with rain and being in the middle of the week the party submitted public good. Like everything in Blumenau the flags were clean, organized and the police guaranteed the order of the place. Persons of the most varied kinds, entire families, from the grandparents to grandchildren. Many people wearing suits and how typical was to be expected in a party that city, there were many beautiful women.
The bands, all of high quality, unfortunately not focused their songs in the German symbols that both taste and that better characterize the festival.
Summarizing everything:
In one night I become some ten years younger. Drank beer from a regional factory and I danced, danced a lot. Since arrived until the time I left. Unfortunately at 02h00min they begin to close the festival. Although I back to hotel with the right to nightly walk, hot dog on the street and a great sense of softness in the soul.

Oktoberfest.

To who interest can:
I am leaving to Blumenau. I go to work. I wait to use to advantage that in this period the Oktoberfest is occurring and to have some party time in the pavilions.
As I always leave here my warning: who want a postcard from there is only ask for until the half night of wednesday.
I wait obtains to write some good stuff in that city.

Money.

In the past when I initiated work I received one third part of what I receive today. And in that time I want more.
Today my pay is what it is and I want more.
Ten years in the future my payment will be double than today and I still wanting more.
When this will be over?

Prize.

Well this prize I received from Luis Mirkovich. It's an honor be chosen by him and now is my time to indicate somebody. And the indicates is:

Eni because is time to east and west meeting each other.
English is cool more cool than english? Only Jonice can be.
Planeta Cotorra Topi thanks for openned the Mexico doors to me.

Thanks Luis

My vacations.

Very well! Only bring up to date you I finish to return from my “vacations”. Many people believe that I hid myself in some frozen winter paradise. I am sorry for disappointing saying that not put the feet out my residence. And as all person without great financial comforts I pledged my free time in assisting in the construction of the wall that my dwelling in such a way needed. My days pass between sand, rock, cement and whitewash. Although to be a new and very interesting knowledge, I cannot say that he has been very amused. However my aid had the effect to reduce the costs of the workmanship for the half. What in the current situation it justifies the calluses and acquired muscular pains. For that not yet they know I inform that my manual abilities are null and that the responsible person for the workmanship was my wife who appears in this photo of the beginning of the works. I was with the work most brutal and that needed little intellect. She was with the part to instruct me, to put bricks, to verify plummet, etc. Although one or another column curved and bricks is out plummet the wall follows firm and strong. I believe that it will not come to fall or to bother.




There is a photo of the work in the begin. And these are my wife, before lipo, and my Daughter. Below it follows a photo of the final result.




Then these had been my vacations. Working in my house. From tomorrow I will be in Blumenau. For that to want to receive a postcard from that city is only send me the address by email that readily will be taken care of. I will be there of Monday till Wednesday. I was very happy with the demonstrations of miss that had left this way in my period of absence and say that as soon as my work is in day will come back to visit to all with the regularity with which already they are accustomed. Hugs and see you later.

Alive.

I am alive.
And I am back.

Vacation.

I will back in 15 days.

Lunch, Joinville, 22/11/2006

When I lunch in the malls of the life I understand my miss for restaurants of roadside. Good food. In those places once or another the silence is broken by the sound of a truck in high speed. But today I am in mall and the sound of voices, places setting, plates and trays create a wave where nothing are distinguished. Sounds, noises and clutters. Everything is bother.
The food is sacred.
Silence is sacred.
But not the Mall.
Joinville, 22 of November of 2006.

Piece of cake?

Yesterday I had the great idea of make a cake. No problem. It’s easy. Only you need is follow the book.
First problem; cut my finger preparing the orange juice.
Second problem; made three visits in market. My head was full of wind. Buy the flour, oranges and sugar. Need more oranges. Come back to market, buy more oranges. Lend from a friend a machine to mix the ingredients. Then I remember don’t have yeast. There I go to my third visit to buy ingredients.
Then I go home. Mix every thing and put in the kiln. Light the fire and go wash dish and other things.
Five minutes later I look into the kiln and it’s totally dark inside. The combustive is over. Call the market and beg to send me more gas.
Change the gas, put fire again and wait 50 minutes. After this I look into the furnace and surprise. My cake grows, big and beautiful. Your surface is golden. Stick him with a fork. Ok. It’s time to take off the cake from the jug. In this moment occurred the main catastrophe. The cake was good in the top and crude in the down. Immediately I put the cake back in the jug and back in the kiln.
Later, when I am 100% certainly he was good I put him off the jug and burn my hand in this operation.
Results of my night in the kitchen:
One cut in the finger.
One cake seems like a monster.
One hand burned and I’m totally frustrated.