Center Stage

Quando for grande, quero dançar assim... Ai ai... (suspiro) Adoro esta cena de dança

8 dias....

E mais um bocadinho de dança no post seguinte


Até breve!

9 dias....

Center Stage

Adoro adoro adoro adoro! A minha grande paixão... O filme é excelente para quem gosta de dança. Enjoy!

E o tempo que não passa...

10 dias... Volto daqui a 10 dias...

No entanto, não é de dia quando me sinto pior... De dia está-se bem, o problema é à noite, quando chego a casa do laboratório e não está lá ninguém para conversar comigo, para eu desabafar o quanto me apetece espancar o indiano às vezes, dar-lhe um pêro e deixá-lo knocked out.

Bem, já só falatm 10 dias (e a mãe chega amanhã).

Beijinhos

Até Breve amigos!

O tempo...

11 dias... Já só faltam 11 dias...

Quase uma semana

Olá!

Aqui estou eu a escrever mais uma vez, ainda na Alemanha...

Aqui as coisas estão a correr mais ou menos... Não consegui dissolver o antibiótico completamente, mas já tenho algumas medições com a parte do antibiótico que se dissolve, menos mal.

No entanto, ainda não posso fazer nada sozinha =( acho que só para o final da semana. É uma coisa que me irrita, depender dos outros, frustra-me estar assim sem poder fazer quase nada e ter de ficar o dia inteiro no laboratório porque no fundo, tenho de aqui estar, as medições duram cerca de 5h cada uma.

E por causa de isto tudo, e ainda o facto de estar sozinha e não ter ninguém com quem falar, deixa-me muito triste e cheiinha de saudades vossas...

Até breve!

P.S. E como costuma dizer/fazer o meu querido amigo João Tedim... Já só faltam 12 dias para eu voltar...

imagem tirada de img.villagephotos.com/.../shs_SadPuppy.jpg

Alemanha...

Aqui estou eu na Alemanha, durante 2 semanas e qualquer coisa... (quase 3).

A viagem correu bem, tirando a turbulência entre Frankfurt e Bremen, que foi um exagero e se eu tivesse almoçado via o caso muito mal parado...

Pronto e cá estou eu no laboratório, a tentar dissolver o meu antibiótico mas tá a ser difícil, muito difícil... no entanto, vou aprender a fazer medições em bicamadas e etc...

Eu vou dando notícias...

Tenho saudades vossas

Isabel

suspiro...

Sinto-me bloqueada, em branco... Não consigo articular, mentalmente, nada inteligente para partilhar convosco. Nem mesmo algo engraçado.

A minha cabeça parece uma estrada por percorrer... lisa, sem nenhum percalço ou buraco (nenhumzinho... ao menos se eu ainda tivesse um buraco na cabeça para poder falar sobre ele, profundidade, origem, coordenadas...), uma tristeza...

Por isso aqui fica a única coisa que me vem à cabeça (além das mãos para a coçar) sempre que penso que gostava de escrever no meu blog...

Ai...

E pronto, fico-me por aqui

Até Breve!

imagem tirada de: www.tomostudio.com/exhibitions_berggruen.html

É quase natal!

E aqui estou no departamento, quase vazio, aind com os restos da festa de natal de ontem...

Bem era só para desejar um feliz natal a todos os meus amigos e leitores...

Espero que se tenham portado bem este ano

E fico-me por aqui, não estou muito inspirada. Despeço-me com um cartãozinho engraçado =)

















Até breve!

Um sentimento

Para hoje, um poema... Parece que ultimamente só consigo escrever em Inglês. Estou a prescisar de uma pausa para parar, reflectir e sentir... O mar, o vento, a vida.

Aqui vai...

Seems like distance
As come between us...
I was waiting for you
Last night but,
Once again,
I stood alone.
I was waiting for you
To see me shine
To see me smile
But instead,
A group of strangers
Did that.
I looked for you
In the vast croud,
Not even a glimpse
An image of you.
A message was all I got
As I stood alone,
Once more,
On stage,
As the lights faded
On me.

(11-11-2006)

Até Breve!

Free as a bird

Well, another day another song...

For today, another beatles song, surprise surprise! =) No, seriously, I sometimes feel like this and this music is so beautiful!!!
Actually, this is a John Lennon song that was never finished but, in 1995, when the anthology came about, Yoko Ono gave the remaining Beatles, at the time Paul McCartney, George Harrison and Ringo Starr, the demo track so that they would finish the song... Hope you enjoy!





Free as a bird,
it's the next best thing to be.
Free as a bird.

Home, home and dry,
like a homing bird I'll fly
as a bird on wings.

Whatever happened to
the life that we once knew?
Can we really live without each other?

Where did we lose the touch
that seemed to mean so much?
It always made me feel so...

Free as a bird,
like the next best thing to be.
Free as a bird.

Home, home and dry,
like a homing bird I'll fly
as a bird on wings.

Whatever happened to
the life that we once knew?
Always made me feel so free.

Free as a bird.
It's the next best thing to be.
Free as a bird.
Free as a bird.
Free as a bird.

Hope you have enjoyed it.
Até Breve!

P.S. Hoje escrevo em Inglês para os meus amigos italianos perceberem tudo.

Informação cultural

Ora aqui estou eu de volta...

Para hoje tenho sugestões culturais para o mês de Dezembro...

7. Dezembro. 2006

No auditório Engº Eurico de Melo em Santo Tirso

A academia de bailado Fernanda Canossa vai apresentar um espéctculo de dança onde se poderá dislumbrar um pouco do primeiro acto do famoso bailado "Giselle" (com música de Adolphe Adam) e "O leão que queria ser pássaro" com coreografia de Sandra Esteves.

Para quem estiver a ver isto e ache que já ouvi este último nome em algum lado, fica a saber que o ginasiano clube (ou lá como é que ele se chama) fez algo parecido com isto mas nós fizemo-lo em 2005 (ou seja, primeiro)

9.Dezembro.2006

V Festival de Música da Associação Jovens Flautistas do Porto

Jovens Flautistas do Porto e Vox Vocis (são os grupos, para já, confirmados)

A não perder...

Até Breve!

P.S. No primeiro espectáculo o valor de entrada é um pacote de arroz, ou massa ou para o caso de não levarem comida, 2,5 euros.
No segundo a entrada é livre

Across the Universe

Words are flying out like
Endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
Are drifting thorough my open mind
Possessing and caressing me

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Images of broken light
Which dance before me like a million eyes
That call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a
Restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as
They make their way across the universe

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Sounds of laughter shades of life
Are ringing through my open ears
Exciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which
Shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Jai guru deva Jai guru deva

Needless to say... Another brilliant one by Lennon and McCartney

Até Breve!

Uma música para hoje

Hoje volto às músicas...

Um amigo muito querido enviou-me esta música no outro dia. Embora o original seja o Ray Charles, a versão que me foi apresentada é cantada pelo Michael Bublé e é lindíssima! Agora imaginem o original... Basta ler a letra...

Aqui fica, espero que gostem tanto dela como eu gostei.

You give your hand to me
And then you say, "Hello."
And I can hardly speak,
My heart is beating so.
And anyone can tell
You think you know me well.
Well, you don't know me.
(no you don't know me)
No you don't know the one
Who dreams of you at night;
And longs to kiss your lips
And longs to hold you tight
Oh I'm just a friend.
That's all I've ever been.
Cause you don't know me.
(no you don't know me)
For I never knew the art of making love,
Though my heart aches with love for you.
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by.
A chance that you might love me too.
(love me too)
You give your hand to me,
And then you say, "Goodbye."
I watched you walk away,
Beside the lucky guy
Oh, you'll never ever know
The one who loved you so.
Well, you don't know me
(For I never knew the art of making love, )
(Though my heart aches with love for you. )
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by.
A chance that you might love me too.
(love me too)
Oh, you give your hand to me,
And then you say, "Goodbye."
I watched you walk away,
Beside the lucky guy
Oh, you'll never ever know
The one who loved you so.
Well, you don't know me
(you don't love me, you don't know me)

Até Breve!

Since my blog has been visited by some international friends for today I have a post in english. A little poem I wrote, nothing inportant... Just a few words that came to my head and started to form "sentences". I hope eveyone enjoys it.

I can not really understand
Myself...
I'm an outburst of
Emotions...
Hapiness
Sadness
Laughter and
Crying.
I can not reallu
Define myself.
I walk around
Afraid of what
I might feel or
Of the words that can
Hurt me.
I fell quite helpless
and I just want to
Get away,
But I can't and so...
I must survive myself.

25-09-2006

See you soon!

P.S. For all the everyday readers... I apologize for taking so long to write another post.

Esboço de um poema

Neste fim de tarde ou início de noite, depende se vêem o copo meio vazio ou meio cheio, fica o esboço de um poema que tem menos de 1h de vida...

O sentimento de desilusão
Custa muito a descrever...
Arde,
Queima,
Rasga e dilacera.
É viver na expectativa
De que vai acontecer
E, quando não acontece
Dói demais.
E todo este sentimento
É bombeado e,
Deixa de sofrer só o coração...
Passa a doer a alma,
O corpo fica dormente,
Sem vida e
O ser fica longe
Perdido no esquecimento.
E as lágrimas?
As lágrimas escorrem
À medida que me queimam,
Rasgam,
E dilaceram...

(imagem retirada de kamalainpatmos.blogia.com/2005/agosto.php)
Até Breve!

A Verdade sobre os Bremer Stadtmusikanten

Tradução:

"A verdade sobre os músicos da cidade de Bremen: Nas hierarquias os burros normalmente encontram-se no topo".

É demais! Adoro!

Já chega de posts por hoje...

Até breve!

Die Bremer Stadtmusikanten

Aqui vai a história prometida. Vai em Inglês porque só encontrei Brasileirices e não gosto. Quem quiser ter o trabalho de ler tudo bem, se vos cansar muito, desculpem-me a expressão, AZAR!


A certain man had a donkey, which had carried the corn-sacks to the mill indefatigably for many a long year. But his strength was going, and he was growing more and more unfit for work. Then his master began to consider how he might best save his keep. But the donkey, seeing that no good wind was blowing, ran away and set out on the road to Bremen. There, he thought, I can surely be a town-musician.

When he had walked some distance, he found a hound lying on the road, gasping like one who had run till he was tired. What are you gasping so for, you big fellow, asked the donkey.

"Ah," replied the hound, as I am old, and daily grow weaker, and no longer can hunt, my master wanted to kill me, so I took to flight, but now how am I to earn my bread."

"I tell you what," said the donkey, "I am going to Bremen, and shall be town-musician there. Go with me and engage yourself also as a musician. I will play the lute, and you shall beat the kettle-drum."

The hound agreed, and on they went. Before long they came to a cat, sitting on the path, with a face like three rainy days. "Now then, old shaver, what has gone askew with you," asked the donkey.

"Who can be merry when his neck is in danger," answered the cat. "Because I am now getting old, and my teeth are worn to stumps, and I prefer to sit by the fire and spin, rather than hunt about after mice, my mistress wanted to drown me, so I ran away. But now good advice is scarce. Where am I to go."

"Go with us to Bremen. You understand night-music, you can be a town-musician."

The cat thought well of it, and went with them. After this the three fugitives came to a farm-
yard, where the cock was sitting upon the gate, crowing with all his might.

"Your crow goes through and through one," said the donkey. "What is the matter?"

"I have been foretelling fine weather, because it is the day on which our lady washes the christ-child's little shirts, and wants to dry them," said the cock. "But guests are coming for sunday, so the housewife has no pity, and has told the cook that she intends to eat me in the soup to-morrow, and this evening I am to have my head cut off. Now I am crowing at the top of my lungs while still I can."

"Ah, but red-comb," said the donkey, "you had better come away with us. We are going to Bremen. You can find something better than death everywhere. You have a good voice, and if we make music together it must have some quality."

The cock agreed to this plan, and all four went on together. They could not reach the city of Bremen in one day, however, and in the evening they came to a forest where they meant to pass the night. The donkey and the hound laid themselves down under a large tree, the cat and the cock settled themselves in the branches. But the cock flew right to the top, where he was most safe.

Before he went to sleep he looked round on all four sides, and thought he saw in the distance a little spark burning. So he called out to his companions that there must be a house not far off, for he saw a light.

The donkey said, "If so, we had better get up and go on, for the shelter here is bad." The hound thought too that a few bones with some meat on would do him good.

So they made their way to the place where the light was, and soon saw it shine brighter and grow larger, until they came to a well-lighted robbers, house. The donkey, as the biggest, went to the window and looked in.

"What do you see, my grey-horse?" asked the cock.

"What do I see?" answered the donkey. "A table covered with good things to eat and drink, and robbers sitting at it enjoying themselves."

"That would be the sort of thing for us," said the cock.

Then the animals took counsel together how they should manage to drive away the robbers, and at last they thought of a plan. The donkey was to place himself with his fore-feet upon the window-ledge, the hound was to jump on the donkey's back, the cat was to climb upon the dog, and lastly the cock was to fly up and perch upon the head of the cat.

When this was done, at a given signal, they began to perform their music together. The donkey brayed, the hound barked, the cat mewed, and the cock crowed. Then they burst through the window into the room, shattering the glass.

At this horrible din, the robbers sprang up, thinking no otherwise than that a ghost had come in, and fled in a great fright out into the forest.

The four companions now sat down at the table, well content with what was left, and ate as if they were going to fast for a month.

As soon as the four minstrels had done, they put out the light, and each sought for himself a sleeping-place according to his nature and what suited him. The donkey laid himself down upon some straw in the yard, the hound behind the door, the cat upon the hearth near the warm ashes, and the cock perched himself upon a beam of the roof. And being tired from their long walk, they soon went to sleep.

When it was past midnight, and the robbers saw from afar that the light was no longer burning in their house, and all appeared quiet, the captain said, we ought not to have let ourselves be frightened out of our wits, and ordered one of them to go and examine the house.

The messenger finding all still, went into the kitchen to light a candle, and, taking the glistening fiery eyes of the cat for live coals, he held a lucifer-match to them to light it. But the cat did not understand the joke, and flew in his face, spitting and scratching. He was dreadfully frightened, and ran to the back-door, but the dog, who lay there sprang up and bit his leg. And as he ran across the yard by the dunghill, the donkey gave him a smart kick with its hind foot. The cock, too, who had been awakened by the noise, and had become lively, cried down from the beam, "Cock-a-doodle-doo."

Then the robber ran back as fast as he could to his captain, and said, "Ah, there is a horrible witch sitting in the house, who spat on me and scratched my face with her long claws. And by the door stands a man with a knife, who stabbed me in the leg. And in the yard there lies a black monster, who beat me with a wooden club. And above, upon the roof, sits the judge, who called out, bring the rogue here to me. So I got away as well as I could."

After this the robbers never again dared enter the house. But it suited the four musicians of Bremen so well that they did not care to leave it any more.

Para fotos da estátua dos bremer stadtmusikanten falem comigo...

A seguir... a crua verdade sobre os Bremer Stadtmusikanten

Finalmente

Depois de não sei quantos meses volto aos posts. Devo dizer que já recebi várias reclamações (sorry sis, sorry vítor).
Pois é, desde o meu último post muita coisa aconteceu... tive o espectáculo de ballet, fui para a Alemanha... isto são só coisas importantes!!!

A Alemanha... A Summer school. Correu muito bem. Todas as pessoas eram muito simpáticas e o meu futuro colega de laboratório também se revelou um rapaz muito simpático e divertido.
Embora tenha sido divertido existiram algumas peripécias tal como o meu poster ser ridiculamente pequeno quando comparado com os outros. Ficou conhecido como o "piccolo" poster e foi o motivo de risota quase permanente entre mim e a minha orientadora pois o raio do poster ficou mesmo à saída do corredor e quem fosse à casa de banho certamente passaria por ele.

Rapidamente criei uma amizade entre dois italianos muito simpáticos e muito tímidos de nome Franscesca e Enrico (que só por acaso eram namorados) mas que tinham alguma dificldade em perceber Inglês, sobretudo se fosse falado muito depressa, o que me levou a uns dias de intensa traduação e muita risota...
Depois também tinham a desvantagem de estarem presentes, na summer school, pessoas dos mais diversos países (Rússia, Alemanha, Noruega, França, etc...) o que devido aos diferentes sotaques tornava a sua tarefa de perceber o inglês ainda mais complicada.

De resto Bremen é uma cidade simpática mas pequena. Tive oportunidade de conhecer o seu "museu" de ciência (onde me diverti imenso, e que era catalogado pelos colegas da IUB como para crianças... quererá isto dizer qualquer coisa?), a Liebe Frauen Kirche (uma igreja) onde assisti a um concerto de 30 min de orgão de tubos, e a Baixa lá do sítio :)

Existe uma história tradicional (escrita pelos irmãos Grimm) em Bremen (a partir da qual é feita grande parte do negócio turístico) que se chama: "Die Bremer Stadt- Musikanten" mas fica para próximo post para este não ficar sobrecarregado de informação.

Depois da Alemanha passei 3 dias mt bons na Foz do Neiva e depois parti para 2 semanas menos boas (pelo menos uma delas) no Algarve mas, para mais detalhes vão ter de vir falar comigo porque senão nunca consigo ter atenção dos demais leitores e amigos hihihihihi! :)

Até Breve!