Sede de chuva

Oi, we are still here! We haven’t melted yet, which is surprising considering that the temperatures haven’t been under 30°C for quite a while now, for so long in fact that I can’t remember how  “cold” must feel. I’m (kinda) dreaming of wearing a little vest or long sleeves. How does it feel like not to be constantly sweating? I forgot. Just to give an idea, last night as I was getting ready for bed I was happy because the wind had picked up, it seemed it was going to rain (I like a nice storm while I’m in bed), I even thought that it has gotten cooler… but I checked and it was 30.6°C (as opposed to the usual 34°C).The rainy season hasn’t started yet. It should soon, but we’ve had only a few drizzles that have left us begging for more.

My laptop computer has been acting up. I bought it before living Canada two years ago, so it’s relatively new (for me), but I suppose that even those machines aren’t meant to be working in such temperatures. Should I consider giving it a rest in the fridge? Of course, we did think about installing A/C, but with the way the house is built (no insulation between the ceiling and the tile roof), it would be a total waste of money. Not that it keeps our less fortunate neighbors (who live in wooden, shack like houses) to enjoy their A/C, but then I haven’t asked to see their electricity bill, which for us is already about twice the amount we were paying in Canada as it is. Thank God, my kitchen oven is gas (also, we definitely don’t need to heat the house! haha).

Oh, speaking of the pleasures of a very modern commodity. We’ve also had regular power cuts everyday for the past few months. Mostly from the hours of 2 to 4 PM, and 6 to 8 PM because, I suppose, that’s when the whole town turns on its fans, TVs, computers, and AIR CONDITIONING after work. Curiously the bill hasn’t been any cheaper.

The following song (Sede de chuva // Thirst for rain) is not my favorite style of Brazilian music (I prefer MPB), but I thought the song was very à propos. I liked the lyrics and funny video.

Móveis Coloniais de Acaju – Sede de chuva

Sempre foi e assim será
Minha sina é esperar
O dia em que você irá voltar

Quando finalmente for
Da distância entre nós dois
Ser mais que ar, que fé, que pó e calor

O seu cheiro é meu suor
O seu gosto vem me despertar, me cobre de cor
Meu contorno sei de cor
O seu choro vem me confortar, lavar essa dor

Molha e percorre o meu corpo
Chora todo o seu, todo o seu amor
Volta e me deixa bem úmida
E inunda o meu ser

E segue a seca a me queimar
Abraço o azul do céu e espero o cinza desaguar
Acaba com o vazio dessa minha sede de chuva

Quando finalmente for
Da distância entre nós dois
Ser mais que ar, que fé, que pó e calor

O seu cheiro é meu suor
O seu gosto vem me despertar, me cobre de cor
Meu contorno sei de cor
O seu choro vem me confortar, lavar essa dor

Molha e percorre o meu corpo
Chora todo o seu, todo o seu amor
Volta e me deixa bem úmida
E inunda o meu ser

E segue a seca a me queimar
Abraço o azul do céu e espero o cinza desaguar
Acaba com o vazio dessa minha sede de chuva

Always been and always will be
My fate is to wait
The day when you’ll return

When it finally happens
The distance between us both
Will be more than air, than faith, than dust and heat

Your smell is my sweat
Your taste comes to wake me, covers me with color
I know my profile by heart
Her crying comforts me, washes this pain away

Wet and cover my body
Cry all your, all your love
Come back and leave me all drenched
And flood all my being

And following the drought that burns me
I embrace the blue sky and hope for the gray to drain
To end with this emptiness of mine, my thirst for rain

When it finally happens
The distance between us both
Will be more than air, than faith, than dust and heat

Your smell is my sweat
Your taste comes to wake me, covers me with color
I know my profile by heart
Her crying comforts me, washes this pain away

Wet and cover my body
Cry all your, all your love
Come back and leave me all drenched
And flood all my being

And following the drought that burns me
I embrace the blue sky and hope for the gray to drain
To end with this emptiness of mine, my thirst for rain

Categorias: inglês, musica, polyglot | 4 Comentários

Incompatível

Hello there! Long time no see! (ha ha, as if)

September already. Still no word about if or when we will be moving this year. We were hoping to pack our bags and leave this place before the rainy season is upon us, but I honestly just want to be out of here NOW. Is it too much to ask? D is having a hard time too. People here seem to have expectations of a pastor that are not in line with the way things should be. Theologically. Sure Theoretically one can try to adapt as much as possible, but in the end we are the way we are. Our personality, upbringing and education is not something that can be undone. In our case all of these are simply not compatible with the vast majority of the population of the region where we live here in Northern Brazil. Not to mention that we both refuse to play the hypocrisy game that people here think is “polite”. For example, they refuse to be critical of anything to you face. If you dare express some negativity about a situation, it “isn’t right” to say so. Only among themselves. Nobody is perfect, but how is being fake supposed to be a good Christian example to anyone?

Hibiscus

Yesterday hubby gave me my first driving lesson. I have to learn to drive with a stick. Unlike North America where most cars here have manual transmission! Why, oh why?!! What a pain in the *! In our first years we were hoping to buy an automatic car one day, but we’ve realized that we will most likely never be able to afford one. First of all, cars here are much more expensive than in Canada (compared to salaries). Second, automatic cars are rare AND much more expensive than the manual ones. So, yeah. I’m learning how to drive again… The boys were in the car with us and we went to the (almost deserted) airport parking lot to have my first “lesson”. In between my (exaggerated) screams of despair (when I stalled) and shrieks of joy (when I got the transmission change), the kids asked when we would get into the plane… Soon my little ones, God willing very soon!

Orchideas

At home everybody is fine and healthy, which is the most important. However I still don’t feel “at home”, which translates to daily frustrations. The other day, I was wondering if we still had the “Complete Works of Shakespeare” somewhere. I realized that some of our books have been packed 4 years ago and are still in boxes… After looking though half a dozen boxes, I did find the book, but how I hate this! I’d like to buy some nice shelves (simple but nice, real wood, custom made) and unpack all my music books beside the piano, and all my favorite novels in a “reading nook”. Ah, the plans I have in my head !

I am still looking longingly at the real estate ads in our “future” town. We hope to buy what they call a chácara which loosely translates as “country house, or farmstead”. It’s basically a house that has a bit more property than a town house. I can’t think of any comparison because in some cities there are actually some entire neighborhoods comprised of chacaras… Which doesn’t make sense if you think of chacaras as country houses in a city neighborhood… Anyway. In our case it would very probably be in an un-developed part of the city because I simply don’t want to live in an apartment. Not with three children who need to run around. Not now that we live in a country where the climate allows you to enjoy the outdoors all year round. I want enough room for some chickens (fresh eggs!), coconut, papaya, lemon and blackberry trees, a vegetable garden, a tree house and maybe a couple of dogs. Dream, dream, dream…

Categorias: inglês, jardim, sonhos | 8 Comentários

O Estrangeiro

I’ve just finished reading L’Étranger (The Stranger) by Camus. It had been on my to-read list for a long time because it’s a “classic” and I (stupidly) challenged myself to read more classics this year. Well, how depressing. It’s about a guy who kills a man by accident and gets death penalty. Sure, it’s well written and all. As the reader you get into his head, get as bored as he is about the events that unfold. But really, what was the point of reading such a depressing story ?! Ah, but maybe this novel is about more than just another depressing story, and I simply don’t get the philosophy of the absurd. Whatever.

I’m getting frustrated with the French literature: Madame Bovary is a bored adulterous woman who lets herself die of unhappiness (leaving a heartbroken husband and a motherless child), the Stranger is again bored and, though he seems to think he is happy, ends up… headless. I’m having a hard time reading Le Rouge et le Noir (the Black and the Red) by Stendhal, because it’s yet again another story of a coldhearted young man who starts an affair with a married woman…

The only pleasant surprise so far (in the world of French literature) (that I’ve read recently) (that I can think of) was Au Bonheur des Dames (The Ladies’ Paradise) by Zola. As a teenager, a friend had loved it and lend it to me… but the descriptions were too long for my taste then. This time around I found myself delighting in such wealth of details in mid-nineteenth century fashion and innovations in the department store. The main character, Denise, is actually virtuously strong and refuses the advances of her rich boss, who is reputed to be a ladies’ man. I know, shocking in a French novel… Maybe I will enjoy reading more of Emile Zola.

Categorias: inglês, leituras | 12 Comentários

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