Finding a place in the world..que beleza

Tristeza não tem fim
Felicidade sim

A felicidade é como a pluma
Que o vento vai levando pelo ar
Voa tão leve
Mas tem a vida breve
Precisa que haja vento sem parar

A felicidade do pobre parece
A grande ilusão do carnaval
A gente trabalha o ano inteiro
Por um momento de sonho
Pra fazer a fantasia
De rei ou de pirata ou jardineira
Pra tudo se acabar na quarta-feira

Tristeza não tem fim
Felicidade sim

A felicidade é como a gota
De orvalho numa pétala de flor
Brilha tranqüila
Depois de leve oscila
E cai como uma lágrima de amor

A felicidade é uma coisa boa
E tão delicada também
Tem flores e amores
De todas as cores
Tem ninhos de passarinhos
Tudo de bom ela tem

I always believed in believing in one's gut feeling. The first impression. After 5 years, going back and forth, weighing options in hand, working, surviving and possibly finally getting where one once thought she'd get, I will be leaving Buenos Aires for a while to live in Cidade Maravilhosa. 

I will never forget how amazed and at the same time felt so much like home in a place that I did not speak it's language. My first 2 visits were during carnaval, so even though coming back from there was painful (and it was necessary) I'd keep saying to myself that I had to see this amazing city without carnaval before making a decision. After 3 consecutive work related trips and learning quite a bit about the country and its people, I made up my mind about giving it a try. I even decided on a tentative moving date, making myself mentally ready for it and learning portuguese. 

Those who follow this blog since the beginning might wonder after so long why I finally decided on writing again. Aside from having a full-time job since January of 2008, I was not at all inspired to write anything. Believe me it is a sad sad situation for a writer. How many times I sat in front of my computer, logged on to the blog and start typing about something, yet never even managed to type an amazing experience I was having. And boy, I had many! (I am hoping that all those unedited entries will be finished, now that I am BACK!) I cannot complain at all, last couple of years were amazing. I traveled massively, meet incredible people, worked in interesting projects, ate great food...enjoyed the process. I just could not write about them. Call it a "writer's block". Call it lazy. Call it whatever you want. It has been very hard for me. 

It is nice to be back..and listening to samba all the time..here is one that I am apasionada for...

E é por ela ser assim tão delicada

Que eu trato dela sempre muito bem

Tristeza não tem fim
Felicidade sim

A minha felicidade está sonhando
Nos olhos da minha namorada
É como esta noite, passando, passando
Em busca da madrugada
Falem baixo, por favor
Pra que ela acorde alegre com o dia
Oferecendo beijos de amor