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Paz, amor e… orgulho! 
Today is a special day because we celebrate the 29th aniversary of my dear Ser.Calvin. Even though this post is entirely about him, most of you will not understand why I chose this video, but Ser.Calvin will get it!
So to you, my dear, who most deffinitely can, I wish you happy birthday!
Peace, love and strawberry cupcakes 
Distance:
- The extent of space between two objects or places;
- The fact or condition of being apart in space;
- The extent of time between two events.
These are just a few definitions taken out of a dictionary. Distance; sometimes we need it to get a better perception. I remember that, in painting classes, we were taught to get some distance from what we were painting every now and then to get the whole idea of our work and also to look for flaws. Funny how we usually look closer for flaws finding only the small ones and losing the whole picture. Sometimes you need distance in time to see again how beautiful things were.
Yesterday, on my way to a Jazz club, I passed by the place of my original sin. Not the original sin of the flesh but of the heart. As it’s quite close to my apartment, I was bound to face it. When I was a child I’d look out the window of my parents’ car as we drove by and think of all the lives of those out there, lives that I’d never know, people I’d never meet. Again, like a child, I looked at that lit window and wondered who was there now? Were they as happy as I was there years ago? Could they even imagine it? I started remembering little things: how the water always flooded the bathroom whenever I took a shower, how he once fell down the stairs and stood right up and I couldn’t stop laughing, how he snored to the point of leaving the room in vacuum but I loved him anyway, how I learned important things in a relationship such as saying «I need you!», «I miss you!», «I love you!».
Maybe, after all this time, distance is finally helping me to make peace. Maybe I took the long way all these years and coming back to the place it all began will bring closure. Maybe I’ll need some distance from yesterday to come to any conclusion.
Looking back, I can’t help to remember the words of Marilyn and Alan Bergman: «if we had the chance to do it all again, tell me, could we? Would we?» .
“Heartbeats“, a cover from the “The Knife” 2004 track, sang by the lovely José Gonzáles - a Sweedish son of Argentine parents - on his debut album “Veneer” (and what a brilliant album it is!).
This will be on my iPods playlist this summer when I roadtrip down California!
More sounds to come, stay tuned!
Peace and much love
The other day I was feeling uninspired. After a rainy, the clouds began to open, and invited me for a walk. Among tourists, I walked about the many point views on the way, from Baixa to Graça. I couldn’t help to notice how beautiful Lisbon is, how fond of the tramways the tourists are, how hot the policemen look in their dark uniforms. It was a wonderful and relaxing experience.
In life, in a job, in a relationship, every day you need and gain experience. It’s a top requisite and a guarantee with the passing of time, no matter what, you become more experienced. So the question would be: what is that experience good for?
Not long ago I heard a curious affirmation: experience is what you get when you don’t get what you want. It left me confused. What if you get what you want? I mean, ok, I didn’t get any hot policeman during my tour. That would be experience! What if I had? What would that be? A great experience? An experience to remember and tell my grand-nephews? A disappointment, perhaps?
When you apply for a job, you deliver a résumé of your experience, work experience, mostly. That experience was acquired with jobs you got! So the affirmation would be untrue. Again, if you’re applying for a new job, maybe the job you had wasn’t exactly what you wanted, but you got it, and with it came the experience. So the affirmation is true again!
When you «apply» for a relationship, why is it that no one asks, up front, for you résumé? Are they afraid of what they may know? Or are people just seeking for experience with whom they don’t really want?
The latest sound from my mentor and friend - Sr.Alfaiate (a.k.a. NelAssassin).
Statistics say you have more chances of meeting the love of your life in a date with a group of friends than cruising the night. I don’t know who gets paid to do these statistics but they could have asked me and saved the money!
Last week I went to a friend’s birthday dinner. She’s a person I don’t see that much, and also not really loved by many. A woman with a strong personality and a good taste in clothes has many chances of being described as a bitch! And a gay isn’t whole until he has a woman bitch for a friend. She’s mine and I love her so!
She had a new boyfriend and some new friends that I hadn’t met in her previous birthdays, especially this one who sat next to me. He wasn’t what one would call handsome but he had a nice smile and a cheerful character. He was tall and slim and cultured. (Oh my, I’m describing a perfect man!!!) Anyways… the evening went through, we ate our diner, we told our jokes, we talked and drank and sang Happy Birthday and then it was time for the pictures. My bitch friend had forgotten her camera so she turned to her mobile phone. She was running around the table taking pictures with everyone and also with her friend sitting next to me. She embraced him and as they both smiled at the camera he put his hand on the side of my torso. He touched me!!! He purposely grabbed my torso as he leaned to the camera. The room went quiet, the world stood still and all I could feel was his incredibly hot hand touching me. Yes, I felt like a virgin, Yes I felt like a little boy lost on his way home from school, Yes I could have asked him to marry me! Right there and then he shook my perfectly controlled balance of I AM VERY WELL ON MY OWN THANK YOU SO MUCH!! How could he? Where is it written that you can go around touching people like that?! And before you ask, yes, I have been having enough sex!!!! So, I am not frigid, I am not inexperienced, I am delighted! No! Keep it there, take another picture, here’s my phone, it has a camera too!
(sigh)
Last week I told my singing teacher how can I be in a stable relationship?! I’d lose my inspiration! “You just said a mouthful.�- she replied.
Last week a stranger touched more than my torso, and my heart was shaken. I had no courage to ask his phone number but he hugged me when we said goodbye.
I came home wondering why I didn’t touch the hand of my bitch friend’s friend. I came home wondering if we do sabotage our relationships on purpose so we have something to bitch about. I came home with a cold feeling that his hot hand was more than my loneliness giving me a wake up call.
FINALLY, the iPhone 3G is soon to be released, on July 11th, in Portugal by Vodafone and Orange (Optimus)! WEEEE! I don’t even have to change carrier!
Check out all the new stuff on the Apple website!
Peace and love
