Quinta-feira Musical

Alerta

 Recebi o seguinte do grupo de amigas e colegas de infância: (eu acho que faltou o Hipoglós e o Polvilho Antisséptico Granado).

"Médicos pedem para evitar o uso dos seguintes produtos:

👉🏽 Vick Vaporub

👉🏽 Merthiolate

👉🏽 Leite de Rosas

👉🏽 Minâncora

👉🏽 Emulsão Scott

👉🏽 Alfazema Lavanda

👉🏽 Cashemire Bouquet

👉🏽 Biotônico Fontoura

👉🏽 Água de Maravilha

👉🏽 Cânfora

👉🏽 Perfume Tabu

👉🏽 Magnésia Philips

👉🏽 Sabonete Phebo 

👉🏽 Colônia Contouré 

Os virus sentem o cheiro, reconhecem que Você é Véio e te atacam!!

Vamos divulgar para os amigos Véios! 

Já fiz a minha parte!"

Heart Stopping

Só Cinco Noites

 

"Assim que aceito o convite para jantar com ele da primeira vez, e a subsequente concordância em acompanhá-lo à Bienal, deixei de ser o macho alfa de minha própria vida e Juliano assume o comando. Vivemos uma programação frenética entre lançamentos de livros, vernissages, almoços, jantares, degustações de vinho e viagens sucessivas."

Quinta-feira Musical

 

Para Pensar

Então, tecnicamente, Moisés foi o primeiro homem a baixar arquivos da nuvem usando um tablet. (Roubei do C@t)

 

Eu Recomendo

 "Satisfeita, com um sorriso no rosto, volto para a rua, retomando meu destino anterior para dar continuidade aos meus afazeres, mas sou obrigada a parar. Sentado numa mesinha, bem de frente para mim, está Tony Balla. O paletó do terno bege pendurado nas costas da cadeira, a gravata frouxa no colarinho, as mangas da camisa dobradas. Ele me encara, uma tulipa com chopp a meio caminho da boca. A visão do homem é de tirar o fôlego de qualquer boa menina."

Adeus

         

Já não se encantarão os meus olhos nos teus olhos,

Já não se adoçará junto a ti a minha dor.

Mas para onde vá levarei o teu olhar
e para onde caminhes levarás a minha dor.

Fui teu, foste minha. O que mais? Juntos fizemos
uma curva na rota por onde o amor passou.

Fui teu, foste minha. Tu serás daquele que te ame,
daquele que corte na tua chácara o que semeei eu.

Vou-me embora. Estou triste: mas sempre estou triste.
Venho dos teus braços. Não sei para onde vou.

...Do teu coração me diz adeus uma criança.
E eu lhe digo adeus.

Pablo Neruda  Presente de um poeta.

Oh, well!

 

Só Cinco Noites

 

Quando Gian leva a mão para acertar o rabo de cavalo, a camisa sobe na cintura e consigo ver a lateral de seu torso. A loba dentro de mim quer arreganhar os dentes. Prendo a respiração para me controlar, mas não consigo evitar lamber meus lábios. Que pedaço de homem gostoso!

Brincadeirinha

                         Por que o índio põe a mão sobre os olhos quando quer enxergar ao longe?

Porque se tapar o olho, ele não enxerga!

Passion

 

By Mr Greg Knowles (Arabian Horse Owner, Trainer, Handler)

 I learned something today that surprised me, but a lesson we all need to heed. Taryl, our executive director at Arabian Horse Association of Arizona, always gives me some free passes to the Scottsdale Show so that I can pass them out to folks that live in the greater Scottsdale community. 

I give tickets to the dry cleaners, the grocers, the tack store, anyone and everyone. So this morning, while at the gym I go to, yes I go to a gym six days a week, but thats another story, only about 10% of the people in the gym were interested in going to the World famous Scottsdale Horse Show even with a free pass. 

Man, I was disappointed, but what I quickly learned, we as a breed are still not educating, getting the word out about these amazing horses. I spent some time explaining the virtues of the Arabian Horse, and convinced some more of the folks at the gym to come out and meet some Arabian Horses up close and personal. 

I am a nut about trying to continually bring new people into our world. My point, don't take our love for our world for by face value, go out and tell the story, let them touch, hug, smell this incredible creature and I promise some, maybe many, will fall in love. 

For me I continue to think of ways to introduce this horse to as many people as I can. For today, I am spending my afternoon handing out free passes right next to the "Girl Scout Cookie Stand" outside my Fry's grocery store. I am committed to promote and market the Arabian Horse.

The Why

 

I have lived a thousand lives and I have loved a thousand loves. I have walked on distant worlds and seen The end of time. Because I read.

George R. R. Tolkien

Rio de Janeiro

 As seen from the rock of Gávea (Pedra da Gávea)

Pedra da Gávea

What is Love?

 

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8-year-olds, 'What does love mean?' The answers they got were broader, deeper, and more profound than anyone could have ever imagined!

'When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore... So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.' Rebecca - age 8

'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.' Billy - age 4

'Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.' Karl - age 5

'Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.' Chrissy - age 6

'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.' Terri - age 4

'Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.' Danny - age 8

'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and just listen.' Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)

'If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.' Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)

 'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it every day.' Noelle - age 7

 'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.' Tommy - age 6

 'During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.

 He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.' Cindy - age 8

'My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.' Clare - age 6

'Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.' Elaine - age 5

 'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.' Chris - age 7

 'Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.' Mary Ann - age 4

'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.' Lauren - age 4

 'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.' (what an image!) Karen - age 7

 'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross...' Mark - age 6

 'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.' Jessica - age 8

And the final one: The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, 'Nothing, I just helped him cry.'

Rio de Janeiro, Gosto de Você

 I was born with this view. What a privilege! Botafogo bay. At the time it was the State of Guanabara.

 Nasci com esta vista. Privilegiada, eu! Enseada de Botafogo. Na época, estado da Guanabara.

Stomping Grounds

 

Horse People

 

Horse owner acquantances fall into 2 categories.

The horse person...

And

The non horse person.

The Horse person knows the difference between a bridle and a halter...

What a hoof pick is...

 And which end the combo piece of the rug goes.

 They are the ones you call when your horse goes through a fence...

 Gets injured...

 And arrive bearing all essentials including pain relief.

The horse person is the one who takes turns walking a colicking horse....

Speaks to the vet...

And is your voice of reason when you cannot be.

When given baling twine...

The Horse person morphs into a modern day MacGyver...

There is nothing they cannot fix.

They examine poop with you..

Hold torches for you....

And have a wardrobe with one section dedicated to "Paddock Fashion".

During the summer months a horse person's choice of makeup is dirt and sweat...

With numerous "beauty" spots...

Also known as flies.

The horse person has a tack shed that to an outsider looks like a tangled mess of ropes and leather...

But not to them....

They are able to put their hand on exactly what they need in a heartbeat.

When asked...

 "Can you just check the horses on the way past?"

The horse person knows this means....

Check the water..

Check the fenceline...

 Check the gates shut..

 And check for injuries.

The horse person lives by...

 "The Survival guide of the bush"....

 The horse will always kick...

 The bull will always charge...

 And the gun is always loaded.

 Remember those rules and life will be a little easier.

 When greeted by flattened ears from a mare in season..

 The horse person will casually walk right up and say....

 "Mornin' Darlin' is that the best you've got."

 The horse person is often covered in scrapes and bruises with blisters on their hands...

 They will be sore where you didnt think it would be possible to be sore....

 And quite often have a broken bone or two.....

Mention a Doctor and the response will be

"Nah she'll be right".

They are the ones who take note of wind changes thru bushfires...

And message you telling you that the float is hooked up and they are on their way to get your horses out.

The horse person knows what Psyllium is used for....

And the importance of salt.

They can rattle off every worming paste they have ever used on the horses.

 And the date of the next treatment...

 But ask them when they last had a personal health check...

 You will be met with a blank stare.

 And whilst they are there for all of the good days...

 They are also there for the hardest.

 The horse person will make the call when you cannot...

 And offer to hold the lead rope as you say goodbye.

 They will know whether to stand by your side...

 Or give you the space that you desire...

 But either way...

 It'll be done as their own silent tears roll down their face.

 And whilst the horses will always be our herd.

 It is the ones we call a "horse person"...

 Who will always be our tribe🌿

Rio de Janeiro

Blessed by God, and beautiful for its nature!

Abençoado por Deus, e bonito por natureza! 

Coração do Meu Brasil

Ouça a marchinha aqui

Rio de Janeiro

Cidade maravilhosa
Cheia de encantos mil
Cidade maravilhosa
Coração do meu Brasil

Berço do samba e das lindas canções
Que vivem n'alma da gente
És o altar dos nossos corações
Que cantam alegremente

Jardim florido de amor e saudade
Terra que a todos seduz
Que Deus te cubra de felicidade
Ninho de sonho e de luz

Música de Antônio André de Sá Filho, 1934