Jethro Tull e a flauta

    Por toda minha singela vida, por assim dizer, apreciei deveras o som do piano. Claro, nada mudou, é mesmo um fascínio. No entanto, nestes últimos seis meses de aproveitamento em plenitude dos concertos das terças-feiras no Teatro Nacional, não posso negar o grande encontro que tive com a flauta, particularmente a transversal. Dentre os três flautistas transversais da Orquestra Sinfônica do Teatro Nacional (http://www.sc.df.gov.br/programa-de-concertos-da-ostncs.html), a meu ver sobressai-se o José Evangelista. Quando a flauta se faz presente, é fato a sua clareza, a nudez da sua atmosfera doce e pacífica, frequentemente. E me encanta. 

      E como amante incondicional do rock, hoje estive a refletir sobre a possibilidade de haver um flautista no rock. Afinal, se algum dia dominar a arte da flauta, certamente terei que me enveredar pelas trilhas do rock 'n roll. Não me ocorria ninguém em mente, até que... com a ajuda do nosso amigo youtube, pescando bandas dos mais variados estilos de rock, encontrei a banda de Art Rock, Jethro Tull (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oWuNixDIrmc). Sim, Ian Anderson, carísimo roqueiro e flautista. Vale ressaltar: estupenda banda.

Living with mom

There are two basic status of humour in my personality: one when I am fine with mom another when I am not. All my personal relations affect strictly in my way of living, if badly or not. The much strict it is deeper it will affects me. My relation with mom never was the best I cold reach. We are almost totally different. And worst: our equality is that we can't handle well with differences. We are supposed to impose ourselves when the one does not act as we wanted. I know, this is awful. We have a lot to learn about respecting people's behaviour, the closest ones behaviours.
And after all, it's so hard for us to live with each other.

Psychological support

Even with no psychological support, I should survive and win myself. I have no one to guide me so since early times I have learnt to count only on my own. Fortunately there was money to sustain me physically. Thanks to my "family"! Thank you my "family" for all the financial support. It helped me a lot in someway.

Peace hunter

Can't miss a suffering time of my life. Nowadays I feel free and the decision I made to stay alone is the proof I had no intention with anyone. That all his craziness was gone of my life, thinking about me betraying him all the time. Same is to him, nowadays he must be feeling free from his disease. At least I won't be the cause of his suffering. The pain for being apart at my view is not bigger than the pain of being together. Being together would be a constant pain increasing with no way of controlling but being apart is only one pain, maybe all together but with no chance to grow or get worst. And a the time passes by it decreases a bit more an so one day I will be ready for someone. Don't care if I will be 35 or 40yo, what matters is being ready for growing again. Time will heal my wounds as it did so many times. The hurt seems always the biggest one but as the others are gone so will be this one. I search for peace, if it costs killing my selfish need so I will cut them. Peace is my path to the good quality thinking.

Neverland

Forget it. Forget it. Forget it. Forget it. Forget it. Forget it. Forget it. Forget it.
Sorry my memory, mi dispiache. Forget it. Forget it. Forget it. Forget it. Thats is not for granted that universe has big black holes. May them be a passport to the forgotten land, the never land.

Milano in May

Io sono una ragazza non molto felice, non molto triste. Mi piace legere e ascoltar. Grazie mille per ascoltare l'anima de mio cuore che anche abita questo blog.

What...

Time slips by. People do what they think they have to do, or may not even think about? Some just are here, another are more deeply engaged on being here. What have been happening to me, I wonder. When I am lonely I start to feel nothing but a need for speed.
My cat keeps looking up to the wall. I see nothing there. But he is excited with nothing there. May be something i cant see.
My stomach is aching since yesterday at some regular times.

Dead people

I need some space, I really need some space and time. I always need more space and time. There is no fun without lights in the dark.
All my life is what at the end? I truly try to understand. The matter of having money or not having is stressful. All the time market is developing inside us more one need. We are surrounded by a thousand of unnecessary needs. A thousand of ways for doing nothing, for being less than we are capable. They dont want that we get any logical thought, they want us so dependent of our own need, the beed generated by them. The need to feed them to give them money. As we lose so much time cycling around ourselves thinking we are satisfying our need we are still feeling empty, because the need is not genuine, its not our need! The more uncritical we become, less alive we are. So, dead people do not disturb alive.