Saturday, January 31, 2015
Friday, January 30, 2015
There she is
face of a mask,
lips of red
her obi tells her status,
her materials detrmine the space in her pockets
her fan tells her dance
the music she playes her skill
her words her knowledge
her shoes her age
the hair her level in the job
but what of her life?
but what of that face behind that mask of makeup?
the past that she gave up for this?
for whatever reason,
for better or worse,
she is a butterfly that will never escape
the mess of cherry blossom petals
a plague of beauty that binds all which touch it.
a dance in which is never really planned according to everything
that is also called life.
more ever as a geisha's life
Elements by Regina Falango
Thursday, January 29, 2015
“There is one masterpiece, the hexagonal cell, that touches perfection.
No living creature, not even man, has achieved, in the centre of his sphere, what the bee has achieved in her own: and were some one from another world to descend and ask of the earth the most perfect creation of the logic of life, we should needs have to offer the humble comb of honey.”
- Maurice Maeterlinck
Sometimes, we lose confidence in ourselves and we forget we are dreamy beings. But the moment the poetry of life fades, we stop living hopefully. Life has to be magical and our dreams are our fuel to make the impossible possible. Your dreams can be big or small. It doesn't matter as long as you can accomplish them. I am going to tell you something about a young man I met seventeen years ago when I was teaching English at a course. When he started working there, he was my trainee for some time till he was prepared to have his own classes. In the beginning, I used to observe him but I have never believed in pedagogical practices without emotional involvement. In short, we become friends and that young man taught me one of the most important lessons on dreams: he was poor and loved English so much. He didn't have money to pay for an English course. So he learnt English alone, reading dictionaries in public libraries. He mastered English as if he was a native speaker. It was fantastic! Some time later, he was accepted at Rio de Janeiro State University where he studied English Language and Literature and left us. I still look up to him. He worked towards success, exercising his courage, proving to himself and to other people that his poverty was not a boundary the world had put in front of him. He is an example of direction and purpose in my opinion and I always tell his story to my students: nothing can stop a focused mind. My work is a tribute to my trainee who became my teacher and to all people who chase their dreams/ happiness.
Have a magical day!
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Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Hello Elizabeth! Hello My Lovelies!
How are you? Hope life has been treating you well. This is my last week at home: yep, work starts on February 2nd. The dream is over. I am an indoor type I confess. Love staying in with my girls. But there is no choice: life is shouting "c'mon Karla! Let's start over, my dear! ". So here I go, afraid of the new educational policies which make no sense at all, especially after being teaching for 25 years. Neoliberalism destroys everything. I hope to retire before things get worse. What gives me solace is the fact that I love my job.
There is no news about my daughter's university yet. The process is long and tiring. We are here waiting and waiting. But we will survive.
Have a magical day!
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