An uncommon day!

Today, February 16th, 2020 has been a different day.

I have wakened up early for Sunday standard, it happened at 7 in the morning, I have had my breakfast, and I went to the municipal market to have their typical cappuccino. When we arrived there, my mom said she didn’t feel like drinking a cappuccino because she still had the breakfast taste in her mouth, I have told her that she has agreed to have a cappuccino after our breakfast. As we got too early there, and the café was still closed we have strolled around for some time to look at shop windows before she has had a small cup I have had a big one.

If we reflect deeply, we can notice how coffee taste is not much better than its smelling, and it is unhealthy for many people, such as me: I can not have a cappuccino or a simple coffee everyday. Although I am aware it energizes many people during their everyday routines, maninly to not feel asleep in the periods of work or studies. Another point, how many employees a café should hire to serve its customer! In the small café, where we had been, I estimated they have have more than six employees. 

      Taking advantage of being in the market, I decided to buy some kinds of nuts that I love, for instance, cashew nut, Brazilian, walnut, baru nuts (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dipteryx_alata), dried plum, and granola. I know they provide us many calories, that is why I do not eat so much, their are delicious. I eat them in some different manners, including only them, with or without milk or yogurt, the only inconvenience is that I have to chew them more than if I eat them without anything else. I figure out how they are expensive, even the ones which are produced in Brazil.

Also, we went to a central handcrafted fair, but in fact, they sell many other things, for example, pastel (a kind of fried dough: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pastel_(food), coxinha (another sort of fried dough: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coxinha), sugar cane juice. Some Brazilian people adore having pastel or coxinha with sugar cane juice.

About sugar cane, Brazil is the most significant world producer of it. Nevertheless, there are many others, for instance, India, China, Thailand, Pakistan, Mexico, and so on. I do not know if other people like sugar cane juice; it is delicious but not healthy to drink it so frequently, mainly for those who have diabetes due to its so high sugar content.

The weather was amazing to walk on the streets, it was cloudy; however, around 11 am the sun appeared too much strong, of course, I have used sun blocking, and I was wearing my Panama hat (I like hats and caps much). Unfortunately, I have not had my cellphone to take a picture and show how outstanding the day was.

I think my mom has decided to spend some money today; our cappuccinos were paid by her – she has lost a bet for me, the prize was to pay one cappuccino for the other). She has bought a kind of cap for her walking in the parks, two games for her grand-daughters, an overall for herself, and of course, she paid for our sugar cane juices. We bet on the lottery, but I paid our bets, the prize should be around USD 40 million for next Wednesday. Do you imagine that?

Then, it was unfair to prepare lunch at home or leave her to pay for our lunches after having spent a reasonable amount of money. We have been to a self-service buffet (it is a type of restaurant that we pay per weight, probably many of not Brazilian people do not know it). I have seen some only in some American cities, although they were not so common as in Brazil.

I am not sure why I was not hungry after midday, I have eaten about 300 grams; I usually eat a little more. Probably, it was because of a medium glass of sugar cane juice I had.

After this atypical day, I got tired at home, and I had many intellectual things to work on; however, I took a shower and slept almost all afternoon long.

I suppose it was fair to relax a little. I had been much busier in the last two years than the others, and I wanted to conclude my French language and literature course at the university in the previous December.

Imperícia Verbal

O texto, revisão após revisões tem algo de traiçoeiro e incompressível!

Os erros, independente de que tipos, quer ortográficos ou de concordância, quer de coesão ou de coerência, sempre se imiscuem onde não se lhes quer.

 Os equívocos, poderosos, invisíveis, são verdadeiros inimigos que escarnecem dos reles mortais; logo fracos, indignos como adversários do ente veemente.

Quando se acha que o escrito está pronto, os desacertos sorrateiramente nos surpreendem.

Eles são tão ou mais notáveis para os não-autores, e percebemos as inexatidões nos textos alheios.

Os constantes fanfarrões fazem-nos passar por trapalhadas. Não nos matam, a não ser de vexame!                                                                                                     16.12.2019

Ki

Minha musa pueril,

pouco a pouco amulhera-se.

Afortunado bandeirante ...

A pretensa ingenuidade enleva a minha mente.

Caminhos sinuosos fazem-me devanear, mais e mais.

Desejosa está, porém o relógio e as circunstâncias

nos dividem.

12/09/2019

A flor lilás_The purple flower_La fleur lilas

A flor lilás

Andava, vi-a, gostei, fotografei, pensei: enviarei à bela moçoila. Não houve relação entre qualquer dos seus gostares com a flor, embora haja relação da flor com o sol, com a natureza, de uma forma geral. Depois, todos os mencionados ou refletidos – mesmo não escritos são belos. Contudo, mesmo sabedor da sua importância e das suas apreciações, gosto dessa minha frágil personagem, quiçá – neste momento – mais do que da primeira.                                                                                                                                                                                                                             29 jul 2019.

 

The purple flower

I was walking on the street, I saw it, I liked it, then I took a picture of it and I thought: I will send it to a beautiful girl. No, there was no connection between her interests and the flower, although there was a relationship among the flower, the sun, nature in general. Then all of them mentioned or reflected on my thoughts and not written are also beautiful. But even though I know the importance of her and her interests, I like my fragile character, perhaps — at this moment — more than the girl.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        July 29th, 2019.

La fleur lilas

Je marchait dans un rue, je l’ai regardé, je l’aimé, alors j’ai pris sa photo d’elle et j’ai pensé : J’envoierai la photo à une belle fille.Non, il n’y avait pas quelque rélation entre la fleur, le soleil, la nature en générale. Donc, tout était mentioné ou réfléchi dans ma tête même qu’il n’a pas été écrit étaient jolies. Malgré savant son importance et de ses interêts j’aime plus ma personage fragile – maintenant – que la fille.

                                                                                                          Le 29 juillet 2019.

LA CUCHARA CISPLATINA

     

     Está-se com a querida companheira em terras longínquas, em um hotel que não oferece além de um usual frigobar e dois copos para a situação.

      Ela tem um quase gravídico desejo por vinho e um queijo – não tão habitual –, e agora, o que fazer? Visto que uma parceira contrariada é pior do que não tê-la há tempos. O melhor é que parte da empreitada está posta, estão nas ruas. 

      Começam a procurar vinho de meia garrafa, já que só um bebe. Além do queijo, pão especial - não servem o francês, o de forma, o integral -, italiano é o parceiro ideal para o que deleitava Dionísio e para o produto lácteo (que também não haveria de ser muçarela, frescal, prato e tantos outros), quem sabe um parmesão ou um emmental.

      Mas para cortar o queijo e o pão não havia qualquer apetrecho que pudesse desempenhar tal façanha.

      Vai-se a uma padaria, a uma outra, um mercado, e mais outro. E nada de agrupar os itens desejados.

      Passam-se em frente a uma loja de caça e pesca, no qual há armas mil – até repelente para mosquitos –, mas nada que servisse, exceto um canivete suíço, porém, o custo não é convidativo.

      Depois de conhecer a loja de lingerie SI-SI, a de calçados TO-TÔ, chega-se ao supermercado TÁ-TÁ, onde há vinhos e queijos, contudo, nada de objetos cortantes de queijo, mesmo havendo outros talheres à venda. Solução: levar uma colher de sopa para cortar o queijo.

      Ao retornar ao quarto de hotel, ela sugere usar a sua chave-tetra, não para abrir a garrafa de vinho, mas para empurrar a rolha, cujo resultado prático seria o mesmo. Ele acata a ideia e tento fazê-lo, e não é que que a chave se quebra. Ela desespera-se e pergunta como entrará em sua casa. 

      Ele a acalma, e partem para o que seria o mais óbvio, pedir emprestado um saca-rolhas ao hotel. Então, fazem-no.

      

Após tantas celeumas para se conseguir o que precisavam, por fim, tomam vinho com queijo e pão novidadeiro, e como sobremesa: tartatela milhojas con dulce de leche.                                     26/04/2019

DESLUMBRE!

Visor meu: brilhou!

Os seus, lindos, enigmáticos!
Viajo em nós dois!

A KIND OF CONFUSED DIALOGUE ( at least for us)

— Shall we go?
— What? Sorry!!
— Shall we go?
— Go? to where?
— Where we can do…
— Are you sure about it?
— Of course, I guarantee you won’t regret that!
— But to do what?
— We can do … I will do... for you, it will be marvelous, you won’t sorrow about my skills…
— Skills of what? to do…


— It won’t cost anything, only the p…. in other words, it will…
— No, sorry. I don’t want it. I am so busy, I am in a hurry!
— I will do it, I am aware you are going to have… what I can do, no one can do even similar to it.
— Sorry, I can’t understand even a word you say.
— For sure, you do...
— Sorry, but I have to go!
— In this case, you are going to regret not to accept to go…
— Sorry, I don’t understand: to go, where, to do, to have p… alright! maybe some other day. I see you!



— That’s a pity!
— What? A pity for what?
— For your decision, because your refusal is kind of option, it is the same way if you had agreed with me.
— Then, forget everything, I am so busy, I have to go now. I see you!
— I say again: that’s a pity again!
— He thinks to himself: This world is full of crazy people. If people could at least to communicate well, and say what they want to express.

                              Jun 22nd, 2018