sexta-feira, 18 de março de 2016

Ceci est un double post.

1/2

This two weeks I have been in a battle inside myself: I started to inform myself about the refugees crisis, and this made my soul travel until every camp, specially, the ones in Greece.
It’s more clear for me now, how we can be so alienated… how I could be so alienated!
From now on I will be informed and act whenever I can.
And, in fact, Else and I (with the help of lots of friends from Spain, Portugal, and Croatia (and foreigners in Croatia) we did this video against the EU-Turkey Deal:



It was pretty to see how people can be together and fight for the same thing, walk in the same direction. Yes, utopia is not this utopia concept we all seem to know… I am starting to understand that!
It seems that life becomes much more clear when you are 30, at least I believe and feel that. I mean, it is a bit a contradiction because, at the same time, you feel you understand less and less about the things around you, but you start to understand better your inner world. Like if it was two diferent portions: you and the world around you. The challenge is to find the balance to put them in harmony.
Good luck on that, dear me!

Anyway… you would maybe want to know what we have been up to this last weeks, no?

I can give you some clues: Aikido, Brazilactica, hicthhiking…


Wait for the part 2 of this post. It will come soon!

terça-feira, 8 de março de 2016

"1 million women were found walkin' alone in Zagreb"


This is dedicated to all the women that I know that are working hard day by day to make a change:




The other day I woke up with a weird feeling in my body, in the "inside body" and looked on the internet, check a little the news as every morning and suddently what did I see?, there was an article that didn't understand so good what it was trying to tell me, because it was in big letters "TWO WOMEN TRAVELING ALONE" and over and over the thing was repeated "this two girls, they were young friends and they were travelling alone".......... For me, there was something in the sentences that was not working good, and I realise what it was: IT WAS THE WORD "ALONE" what was not working good... 

If they were two of them, what the hell means they were alone?

One was traveling to one part of the world and the other one to the other part, exactly the oposite? The fact is that NO. This girls were traveling together, what all this media wanted to say was 

"This two girls were traveling without a MAN"

And this "without a man" turns women "alone"...this conception of "alone" took me back to my childhood, I remember that day that me and my brother got lost in the supermarket because we wanted to see the toys (for village kids, a supermarket is pure science fiction). In this moment i remember we went to the security guy (it was a man, back then the security women were not invented in Spain yet), and this guy said on the microphone 

"we found two kids that were walking alone, we are looking for their parents"

Even in this moment, my big brother was consider "alone" being with me, because we were kids, kids that didn't know how to deal with the big world, we didn't know how to go back home neither where was the part of that big monster mall were our mum and dad were...didn't even know why we went there, what our mum and dad wanted to buy, so we were consider alone. "Alone" is a sence of "without the person in charge, without an authority that could lead you and take care of you".

I'M NOT A KID ANYMORE

What would the media say about this article: "54-year-old man is attacked while he is going to buy tobaco in the city" ? 
For sure, and following the logic thinking of the media seeing their reaction to the other article of the girls, we would expect something like: "This man was alone, he should not be alone" or "Tobaco is killing more people that we expected" or "Never go out of home because buying tobaco is a risk you better call police to bring it to you home".

The fact that in the new "Two girls are attacked because they were traveling alone", they are saying that the main problems are "being alone" and "traveling", and this makes exactly the same example as for the previous new, so...why is it so different in our brains? Why being a woman is much more dangerous than being a man? Because we have a hole where man can put their pennis? Men also have a hole and i'm not listening that they are being raped all the time...

I just wanted to say that I'm tired!

Tired of being weak
Tired of being alone
Tired of being in danger
Tired of feeling afraid
Tired of people that thinks than can tell me what to do
Tired of jokes
Tired of being "bossy"
Tired of not feeling good walking or dancing or running or being strong or being so weak
Tired of my skirt being so short or so long; of my make up being too much or too less
Tired of my body being to fat but my tits and ass so small
Tired of "i'm not feminist, I think women should be treated like princess"
Tired of waiting for somebody to kill my dragon and being aware of the prince not to rape me
Tired of being small, of my vagina to be "little" and "soft" like a butterfly
Tired of pinky things and girly stuffs
Tired of "Else is so cool, you can speak with about sex, drugs, whatever! It's like a man"
TIRED OF BEING TIRED

Little by little we are more and more the tired girls that want to be free, and the media would see how alone we are when we are millions all over the world, they would see how alone and afraid we would be in this moment. How alone we would be, and then, maybe instead of telling women to stay at home, just MAYBE we would start to teach men how "NOT TO RAPE" and "NOT TO KILL", and if not, you would see how there won't be plastic bags enough for shuting our mouths up!

Now come, and wish me "happy women day", take the same "christmas" and change the words: "hope you enjoy your women life of scare and rapism", "hope you enjoy being alone".

This day remindes me of all my partners that had been killed this last year by their "MEN", by their "PRINCES", that were going to saved them from their dragons and they become the Dragon.

If loneliness is being with other women then: 

LONG LIFE TO LONELINESS 

C'mon Snow White, let's take our asses out of here!

quarta-feira, 2 de março de 2016

A 500 milhas

Before yesterday Facebook was telling all of us to do something special because “the february 29th just comes every 4 years”.
Too much pressure, no?
I like to think that everyday is a special day where I do special things. Although, when I think about something pretty to write, before yesterday doesn’t come into my mind.
But, nevertheless, before yesterday was a special day for the world, and even more for Andreja’s – my mentor – world: she gave birth to Eva, the little ball of love, that she carried inside for 9 months!
If we think (sometimes harder than others) there is always at least one pretty thing to contemplate per day! 
Taking the breakfast is a pretty thing, don’t you think? I love the breakfast! And I really, really love when I wake up in a place and fall asleep in another… Like two weeks ago, when I went to Bled to pass the weekend.

How it’s can be pretty this Bled?



Bled is a small place in Slovenia, with a pretty and peaceful lake. Bled is romantic, and it was made by God for you to enjoy every single step you do there.

Last weekend my dear friend Pero did an exhibition in Cajger CAFFE BAR. It was a good opportunity to show to Zagreb people his talent and how you can love through the things you draw and paint.
The concept of this exhibition is the importance the society gives to the artists that have a degree in art over the ones that naturally seek and improve their inner talent.
Last friday I accompanied Pero and Sanda to a lecture by Yoshigasaki, an Aikido master who was here for an Aikido seminar in Zagreb, and – as Pero said “he introduced very well [my] exihibition” by explaining that, in one hand we have the university that gives people the knowledge and that in the other hand we have art that is the ability that one has by itself.
Interesting, no?

Hereupon, the second can survive very good without the first (in his way of understanding the world, of course… that, in fact, is my way of seeing it too!). 

I was thinking about my homeland, the Açores, so I will leave you with a pretty song. 

Bok