Have I told you that...

Beloved Jesus. Where's the man that danced very badly? I got shocked. He danced bolero almost perfectly! Maybe he has been trying during the week? Maybe he had some classes with another teacher? I have no idea. And the strangest thing happened when he asked me: "Are you attending the ballroom dance parties on Sundays?" Me: "No, I'm not..." He: "What about if we started attending them...?"

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But maybe the things aren't too much bad. At least there's a single man that seems interested in me. Maybe he thinks I'm a bit strange, 'cause I'm not the kind of person that likes pampering authorities. When he went to the office for the first time, I spoke to him like I use to speak to any person. I won't treat him differently just because he's a prosecutor. Maybe he got intrigued, I think. I realised that he pays attention on me if I'm speaking to my boss, or pretends to not look at me, even if he does. I think he's a bit rough, and at that time when he said: "Oh let me open the door for you" 'cause I was carrying lots of lawsuit booklets, I almost felt like Elizabeth Bennet in "Pride and Prejudice". Maybe "Mr. Darcy" isn't that rude...who knows?

I have to admitt I feel flattered 'cause I realised I'm the kind of girl that can catch the attention of a man like him. Oh I know that, apart from being a prosecutor, he's just a young man. But he's also a prosecutor then...oh it's difficult to explain. I can't.

And I know I'm just saying rubbish. He just got the job and the new prosecutors don't stay in a city for much time. He'll leave us in two or three months, I suppose.

Take care, boys ;)

Sister's work

She's working with Corel Draw and made it for me. Nice, isn't it? And it's just the beginning...

Cheek to cheek

Tell me, tell me the reason why just married men get interested in me? Oh heavens. Nowadays there are three men interested in this girl here. They're very friendly, interesting, handsome and...married. Of course, just one of the them most probably has the inscription "I am a womanizer" in his birth registry. The others are just awfuly nice to me. That’s all.

One of them is a very tall middle-aged man with beautiful blue eyes that attends the same ballroom dance classes that I do. And every Saturday he asks me to dance with him. It would be wonderful if he didn't dance...er...very badly. And the things would be easier if his spouse accepted to attend ballroom dance classes too. But she doesn't, she doesn't.

Maybe it's because he's a bad dancer? Well...even if that's the reason, this is not a good enough excuse to let her man dance every Saturday night with another woman, if she herself has two legs (even if she had just one leg, it wouldn’t be a good excuse) is alive and can breath alone, is this? But this lady lets it happens, who knows why? And by doing it, she can't try (and now I'm speaking about my favourite dancer) the sensation of having his firm hands leading her body, the delight of being cheek to cheek, the feeling that she’s a part of his body (because of the harmony of movements), the strange thought that you both are just one person, and the feeling that - if it wasn't a blasphemy - Heaven should be a place where you could dance forever with the person that you love. I have all these feelings as I'm dancing with a man who isn't my husband, a man that I just meet on Saturdays. I wonder what's the feeling that you have dancing with a man that is your husband, with whom you have one son, a story and so on.

Do you know what I think about this lady? That's she's utterly fool. How much does satisfying a caprice of her man cost, a caprice that isn't illegal, imoral or fattening? And as this foolish lady doesn't want to dance with her man, I am the woman that is dancing with him almost every Saturday. And she's absolutely lucky 'cause I am an honest and Christian girl. But if I was a slut...

Waves

Hi. Just to say that I'm alive and fine ;)

Kiss you, babies.

Through the light

Through the light
suddenly comes the truth.

It isn't as beautiful,
as exciting,
as happy,
as "true"
as I imagined.

It comes from the darkness,
from the evil heart,
from the evil mind,
from my weakness and my foolishness.

It comes from the bottom of the unexistent kind heart
that I thought existed.

My fault, my mistake,
an error...
and the consequence is all mine.

Where?

It's strange to lose a part of yourself.
Where's the bright, where's the pride, where's the fear?
Where's the emotion, where's the passion, where's the fire?
Everything is faded.

The part that is left is gray, is dead, is nothing.
There's just "solitudine",
"silêncio",
"solidão".

That strange feeling that makes you feel not alone, not alive, not here.
But there...
There where you can't be.

There's so much

There's so much to be said. But maybe the words are lost in the past, in that tiny moment when it seemed that everything would be changed.

There's so much to be said. But maybe it isn't important, isn't interesting, doesn't matter.

There's so much to be said. There's so much to be heard. There's so much to be known. How much is "that much" worth?

Tootsie

Last time I watched "Tootsie" I was a teenager. I can't even remember how old I was. Yesterday I was in a shop looking for a Michael Bublé album, and suddenly noticed some DVDs with a nice prize. And "Tootsie" was among them. Well...why not? Dustin Hoffman is one of my favourite actors, Jessica Lange was a pretty woman in 1982, and this is a nice (and funny) movie. And the theme "It might by you", by Stephen Bishop, is so lovely:


"I think we're gonna need some time,
maybe all we need is time.
And it's telling me it might be you,
all of my life.

It's you,
It's you,
I've been waiting for all of my life."

Hallo 2

Hi. Waves. Hm. Interesting news, please. I bought "Tootsie" DVD for me, and a Robbin Williams movie for Mom. That's nice daughter.

Yesterday I had a terrible headache. No a big deal, analgaesics worked perfectly. But it's Summer, we're having very hot days, and I can't handle with heat. Sunny and cold days, please. I'm longing for May, June, July...

Should I pretend that everything is fine? Gimme something to make me feel better, please.

Take care. I'm getting mad.

Hallo

Hallo. Waves. How are you? I'm slightly fine. If it's possible to be "sligthly fine"... Have I told you that boss called me and I had to work for three days even if I'm still on vacation? No, I haven't. Well...it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. In fact, I could realise how much beloved I am. My colleagues were really nice and caring to me...and the first day was so funny!

In the past, I used to think that people didn't like me. Some months ago, boss even said to me: "You think that nobody likes you, but you're wrong. People like you." Nowadays I realised that he was right: people like me - and they like me because of the person that I am. And the most important thing is: the person that I am isn't as bad as I thought it was. In fact, I think I'm much better than I thought. I was wrong...and I just need to keep finding the "good features of Priscila". It's a long long way...

Oh, I didn't explain the reason why boss called me! Well...there's a judge team that will be checking the lawsuits and the offices for some days, so everything has to be perfect to prove that we use to make a good job. And this we really do ;)

Take care, friends.