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Thanks
Caro Paulo Coelho, é raro uma celebridade abrir espaços para seus admiradores/leitores/seguidores em contatos diretos e intimistas e eu não poderia deixar de usufruir dessa liberalidade. Quero falar de fontes de informações, astronomia e comunicações e o espaço cedido por você, creio, não comporta. É um texto curto de meu blog, que transcreverei abaixo, que aborda estes temas “en passant”. Foi redigido a propósito de uma informação que passei via twitter e depois me vi embaraçado por não recordar onde a informação foi coletada. Ao mesmo tempo resolvi, com isso, começar a divulgar uma obra de maior fôlego de minha lavra. Não com a intenção precípua de ser publicado, mas de saber a opinião dos leitores sobre o meu talento para escrever, se é que eu o tenho. O título do texto não deve ser traduzido para o francês, porque senão irá revelar explicitamente um aforismo chulo muito utilizado no Brasil e no Rio de Janeiro.
O que tem a ver o pescoço com as calças
Feijoada Carioca e Braço de Órion
O que uma coisa teria a ver com a outra? É o seguinte: a respeito de uma twittada que eu dei, alguém comentou que não sabia que o sol ficava no Braço de Órion da Via Lactea, perguntando em seguida se isso era verdade ou gozação da minha parte, e a minha resposta pra ele foi a que está abaixo:
“Não sei se é verdade. Descobri isso na internet, mas não me lembro onde foi. Se foi um `chute`, não foi com o meu pé. Eu nem sabia que havia um braço de órion na Via Lactea!”
Essa minha situação é um pouco parecida com a de uma personagem de minhas histórias fictícias, que justifica o desconhecimento de uma coisa com o desconhecimento de outra. É realmente uma situação embaraçosa a que fiquei por não anotar a fonte da informação.
A personagem em questão, chamada Sonja e de origem escandinava, reunida com um grupo de rapazes que ela liderava, perguntou o que era Feijoada Carioca. Alguém lhe explicou que era uma iguaria preparada e cozida com feijão e alguns pedaços de carne suína conhecidos como “miúdos de porco”. O segredo para o sabor era garantido pelos condimentos e o talento da cozinheira e que só uma craque do fogão como a Isabel – outra personagem da história – poderia fazer uma feijoada aceitável. Se precedida por uma boa dose de caipirinha e degustada acompanhada de vinho ou uma “purinha” da boa ou uma “cerva suadinha”, NÃO TEM COISA MELHOR! Sonja declarou que já havia comido Cassulé Paulista e não gostou nadinha. Continuaram explicando-lhe que a Feijoada Carioca teria esse nome porque é aconselhável que seja feito com feijão preto, que é o feijão preferido pelos cariocas da classe média e da baixa e, de alguns autênticos cariocas da classe alta. Inocentemente a pobre moça declarou que provavelmente não iria gostar, porque é vegetariana e, depois de absorver as informações recebidas e pesar bem sua resposta, declarou, para se justificar: “Eu nem sabia que existia feijão preto!” A gargalhada foi geral e ela ficou um pouco encabulada. Antes ela havia recebido a incumbência da Isabel para lembrar ao seu chefe para comprar 10 quilos de feijão numa cidade onde predominava uma população de origem carioca, para preparar a Feijoada Carioca para o grupo.
Paz no coração e inspiração na mente a você é o que lhe deseja este humilde leitor
cristina , cristina ,
I thought long to be alone, I had the joy, fear, fear, sadness, the anguish of not knowing how to say and to whom
happiness of the privilege given to me. of love, but waiting for God to tell me the time to talk and yell with glee
I waited for managing my emotions (encounter with angels, with God, the apostle st jean etc etc)
and I waited for the green light to finally be able to say, sing, and offer it to all, give the love that seethes in me since childhood(When I was a child, he had been told that I will not be in the cotemplation but in action:I waited so lontemps the 2nd call that I did enjoy it more)
But now since 16 November 2008: everything happens.. And I am glad to live (even if …)
I will be up to the place myself on the “cornerstone”, and the time God is not the time for men
And it will happen only if men are willing (and I fear that many do not, so it does not)
Only God decides: Thy will be done (my premonitions can guide me on this)
I am in expectation to continue or resume my life: only god will guide me
in humility, love for all and all, I hope
(If my way was just a witness and you know that you are not alone and need to trust;then I am happy to have lived for this)
with all my love, and His love
Sido
jessica jessica ,
my heart beats for you pending the marvel of flight
sido
Alexandra , Alexandra ,
” la belle aux bois dormant ” !!
génial !!!
http://en.gravatar.com/
Dear Alexandra and Karen Andersen Miller, the above link is the ‘how’ you will be able to have your photo shown in the Blog.
This was posted by Paul from Austria here and although me I am an ignorant about Internet, I could succeed in it!
Looking forward to seeing your photos.
LOVE,
Thelma
We are borned out of love,then searching for love when we are young.But why?why?why at times love can be such a suffering to us?Although I have been used to excel in my academic in school,but then love is something that I fail.It is really something that out of my control,I feel so helpless and weak in front of love.I really don’t know how to deal with it.Unlike study or work,we get paid when we study or work hard.It’s never the same rule applying in the matter of love.i don’t receive anything although I give out love.It is said that love is not trading,we don’t exchange or trade.But then,why should I still keep hurting myself?
ha ha ha,not even me I succeed to get picture here.
Well,dear friends ,wanna share with all of you a wonderful news…
I just found out that I had an unknown uncle, very rich, and he left to me all his fortune.Oh,I have just inherited a big fortune,among
which there is even a castle.!!!
“How humor makes you friendlier, sexier .
Seing the bright side of life,may strengthen the psyche ease pain ent tighten social bonds.”
Read it onto
Scientific American Mag
http://www.SciAm.com
or
http://www.sciam.com/article.cfm?id=laughing-matters&sc=CAT_MB_20090331
Careful it is April’s Fool Day this might be just a joke…something to pull your legs.
Give it a try and see what happens.
Love
I am English but live in China, this is an extract from my last week’s blog after I found out that my partner had been leading another life and we split. It hasn’t been easy but I thought I would share some of my movement with you…
This week, I have been to end and back, very quickly
New sounds, new smells, new thoughts, old suppressed tastes surfacing when I don’t want them.
bile in my thoughts
5am, the ceaseless rain woke me. My first thought is of him / them / loss / hurt. Instantly, I feel the void – the inevitable gap. It does not stop me breathing.
I breath around the void whereas he has a void around his breathing.
holding onto myself.
not knowing that this time would come in such a way.
Repayment not in kind.
him, safe in his woven dreams.
He changed the locks to keep me out of something we built, created, owned.
Shutting me out for weeks before seducing a new future whilst I floundered alongside asking questions but being fed crocodile lies. Moving with invisible tatters and rags coping with new found truths, picking my way over lose stones.
I saw through his veneer, helped polish it, promoted it to be real when I always knew it was not. I knew his journey – understood before he did.
Erased memories jostle with flooding images, lies, laughter and knowledge of current schedules I no longer belong to and a dog I miss.
“You dragged the lies out of me.”
Liar (perpetual)…
Settling into my new skin, the last week’s tears drying under my nails.
Yearning to sleep as I once did but living with the heavy rain.
I scan the words to see my movement. Forward movement through each phase dented but undamaged
And then, last night, after custody-dog-day, I return the dog to find her playing house in my apartment and the final phase is endured. Acceptance.
As I walk to work, I find my heart once again back in China. I see it lying on the pavement, held together with stitches, threads, barbed wire and old lies sticking out like dirty paper. I pick it up, hold it, see the wounds already healing then I push it back deep down inside to protect it. Ready for the next time.
http://www.travelblog.org/bloggers/traceyandchris/
Aprendi a ouvir os sinais!!!!!
Que sinais? Do que vc está falando?
ouvi muito isso, e nunca soube responder de uma maneira que me entendessem o que estava falando…
Mas quantas vezes senti medo não sei de que e nen sei porque de alguma coisa que tinha que fazer? Quantas vezes olhei pra quem eu achava ser o par perfeito e nada via? Quantas vezes senti que algo não tava fluindo, e mesmo assim insistia até ver adiante onde errei? Quantas vezes por pequenas coisas, sem importancia ou grandes eventos até mesmo comprometendo meu bem estar tive algum tipo de sensação, algo sem explicar… Respondo: Muitas…muitas vezes..
Hoje quem me rodeia sabe ,quando de repende paro :hei algo tá errado…! Ih! lá vem vc? E realmente algo tava errado… Eles já prestam mais atenção nas coisas , na harmonia do universo, nos sinais
Um algo bobo sem importancia, mas que no futuro poderá mudar minha história. Pense nisso!!!!!!!!!!!
não deve ser esse o caminho…
Open invite – is there anyone who has joined or posts on this blog who hasn’t read “The pilgrimage? I and a gentleman on goodreads are about to start reading it and posting questions and discussions on goodreads.com if anyone would like to join us in reading it at the same time please feel free to join goodreads.com and chat with us. We’ve already posted a few comments on our other Coelho reads.
Cheers,
Karen
To others who post,
How the heck do I get my photo to show up with my posts on this blog?
Thanks,
Karen
To continue like that I wish with all my heart.This is the easiest part after it’s all down to imagination.But I’m grateful and i think it’s gonna be okay.It’s going to easily flow.Thank you very much for all the goodness you bring.In honnor to my true self,to you and in honnor to my history and the ones of my family.In honnor to my grandfather.In honnor to love itself.Thank you.
I wish you all of you a life full of love,goodness and treasures.
And remember to not mind what people are thinking of it.This is your life,your work,not theirs.Be who and what you wanna be and not what others want you to be.That would be a disgrace in the eyes of God.And if you are,free yourself from those chains.It’s easier than we think in fact.It’s by not being afraid of saying what you believe in and what you want to do,shout it to the whole world,there would always be people on your way to say that you are wrong but it doesn’t matter.Don’t listen,listen to yourself and that’s it.If you want to be a singer,you’ll be one.For example don’t think I don’t read or remember,Annie,continue your music.Continue no matter what.Even if it takes longer it doesn’t matter you’ll manage,I’m sure.Voilà,I go now.
Love for all!
Trade shows are not what they used to be. I remember one could come home from such a show with so much free merchandise. These are lean times and the only thing free my daughter and I came home with was an emery board from the laser eye surgery people. We sampled all the free food and wine on offer and were thus able to avoid the long queues for lunch. The flavoured cheese was a firm favourite. It was my daughter’s goal to come home with as much free stuff as possible, but it didn’t happen. We passed on the goody bag on the way home as the queue was too long.
As far as The Vitality Show was concerned, it didn’t live up to it’s name. We were more exhausted when we left than when we arrived. The highlight for me was trying out the Shiatsu Massage Cushion. I loved that. They were going for £150. I am unemployed and not willing to spend that amount of money, but for me, and for cash, they would give it to me for £100. I had £60 on me which I would have happily parted with. No deal. Nevermind. When I got home, I researched these cushions on the internet. I can buy one at Amazon for about £40.
I think I know what the kids are buying me for my birthday this year.
“Je mehr man gibt,desto mehrgewinnt man”
PAULO COELHO SIE SINDDER BEST SCHRIFTSTELLER;…
It is difficult to stray from a “life of fear” in America. There are so millions of messages encountered every day that push you to be something different than what you already are. I do feel motivated when there is the possibility of my dreams becoming a reality, but that feeling seems to be avoiding me…the monotony of life is only enhanced by the feelings of despair that are illustrated on the faces of those around me. I need a day filled with sunshine…
I´m tired of being like a bird in the cage.
I want to learn to fly now.
I´m ready :-)
Love Jessica
Tired soul…
Feeling sad for that person no matter what.It’s like that.
Salve, Paulo!
Acabei de conhecer seu site, demorei muito considerando a gratidão que tenho contigo. Devo a você (por O Alquimista) e a Monteiro Lobato o gosto pela leitura.
Navegando pelo seu site, senti falta de conteúdos complementares sobre o livro. Tipo compilação de entrevistas feitas na época, algo como um caderno de anotações…
Acabei de ler o Zahir – que amei. E sua nota final foi muito boa pra elucidar algumas coisas. Imagina aquela nota, desenvolvida, esmiuçada? Ia ser genial pros leitores! :) E acho que ia fomentar bastante não só as discussões sobre o tema (tudo bem, essa parte poderia ser um saco pra você, mas os leitores poderiam curtir) mas também pra entrarmos mais na atmosfera que você quer passar, com cada livro. Pelo que eu entendi, sua onda seria muito mais apresentar um tipo de universo pro leitor, um terreno que comporta vários fatores a serem analisados, do que uma mensagem, ou uma ‘moral da estória’. É isso mesmo? Se sim, penso que algo como um caderno de anotações seria bem interessante… :)
Grande abraço e parabéns pela coragem de escrever O Zahir!
Thank you Sido. Merci.
Parfois on croit d’étre seul, mais ce n’est pas vrai.
Il y a toujours quelcun qui nous garde.
Paix et connaissance à tout le monde.
http://wolwt.lesite.free.fr/fr/?p=5 ( in Warriors Of Light Write Too )
I often think about you Peter, Knight of the light … I recently read the story
if you had known that you were not alone, perhaps we could have t’épauler and meet you, and share and laugh together now: I am sorry to have you failed! !
you are dead……, alone in your soul …
And for you, and others I would (for that happens more)
For pierre
Amen
souvent je pense à toi Pierre , chevalier de la lumière …dont j’ai lu l’histoire récemment
si tu avais su que tu n’étais pas seul , sans doute nous aurions pu t’épauler et te rencontrer , et partager et rire ensemble aujourd’hui : je regrette de t’avoir manqué ! !
tu es mort ,seul en ton âme …
Et pour toi , et pour d’autres je témoignerai ( pour que cela n’arrive plus )
http://wolwt.lesite.free.fr/fr/?p=5
Dear all,
This is to inform you that, there is fourth book published, which I am putting here for you to read and give valuable feedback or praise. I would appreciate that.., the best reviews or praise I will get for the work, I might just publish them together with your names and affliation. (Just like previous book, “A Very first book of poems: Heartbreak, 2009)
How to find the book?
-Click on my name, which will bring you to my home page and you can find the fourth book, “…109 Quotes, 07 Poems and a song of despair..”
-Alternative, Just click the link below
http://www.lulu.com/content/6430704
Is it for free?
-Yes, 100% free to download
Can I buy the book?
-Yes, you can, from the publisher at the moment.
Your comments?
-In Progress…
God bless you all !
in my book , i wrote :
“”I do not know tomorrow, but I know that my life is now brought by intuition
Every moment of life is offered to pick one who knows, as picking a flower. Each of you is the opportunity to live magic moments “”
thanks
o’cebreiro ; my path ; i never forget Lord
Thanks
http://www.joost.com/37fea8p/t/PAULO-COELHO-O-ALQUIMISTA-DA-PALAVRA#id=37fea8p
What to say , paulo : “Thy will be done” because what we saw we forge
Amen