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de julho, passamos todo o primeiro ato. Fomosdivididos em 3 grupos: sonoplastia, vizinhos e mulheres. As falas estao umpouco sem intencao e a velha precisa ser mais agressiva e insana.Em 18 de julho, fizemos exercicios de respiracao esonorizacao com a vibracao de partes diferentes do corpo. Comecamos a trabalharvariacoes nas falas, no texto e deu certo, encontrei uma voz mais grave para aAvo.O primeiro ato completo deu 15 minutos. A sonoplastia crioucoisas boas: chegada, tambor e mar, o almoco marcado com a batida de talheres.Victor entrou com a fala do Paulo hoje. Passamos o primeiro ato duas vezes. Oexercicio anterior melhorou muito nosso desempenho, resolvemos fazer sempre. OLucas cobrou a pesquisa sobre a vida de Nelson Rodrigues, musicas folcloricassobre mar e poesias.Em 6 de agosto, cheguei 30 minutos antes para fazerexercicios com o Lucas de tonalidades de voz para melhorar a Avo. Variastentativas: mais agudo, mais grave, mediano, lento, mais rapido. O que funcionoufoi o mais grave e mais rapido, mas as vezes perco a intencao. Passamos oprimeiro ato duas vezes.Em 8 de agosto, cheguei cedo para ensaiar a voz da Avo com aCelia. Ela pediu pra eu buscar uma voz rouca, colocando um movimento com asmaos e funcionou.Em 13 de agosto, fizemos uma roda pra discutirmos se iamosou nao nos apresentar na Semana de Nelson Rodrigues, na COART. Por fim,percebemos que nao iria dar tempo de estar tudo pronto e nao queriamosapresentar o trabalho de qualquer forma. Preferimos apresentar na UERJ semMuros, pois teriamos mais tempo. Em 20 de agosto, cantamos parabens pra Celia e Lucas colocouque seriam 3 musicas: entrada, meio e saida. Ele tambem aceitou minha sugestao:E Doce Morrer no Mar (Dorival Caymmi) e pediu pra eu ouvir Sargaco Mar(Caymmi).Em 29 de agosto, comecamos a criar as acoes fisicas para otexto: entrada das lavadeiras ao som do acordeon tocado pelo Victor (E DoceMorrer no Mar...). Aline, Luana e eu entramos, sentamos, esfregando a roupa elendo a primeira parte do texto. Ficou bonito!Em 5 de outubro houve a apresentacao de Os ClownsBailarinos no Teatro da UERJ, as 14h. Chegamos as 8h, arrumamos o palco epassamos a luz, o som e as acoes, ate 13:40h. Tinhamos 20 minutos para searrumar e maquiar. Ao final do espetaculo, fomos falar com o publico (alunos darede publica), limpar tudo e guardar todo o material cenico. O espetaculo naoficou tao bom quanto o primeiro, modificamos algumas marcas, por conta da saidada Luiza. O professor Roberto veio hoje e quem nos avaliou foi a professoraCassia Frade. Fomos 80% hoje. Fiquei irritada, pois estava muito tempo semcomer, desde as 8h.Em 17 de outubro aconteceu a apresentacao da leitura deSenhora dos Afogados de Nelson Rodrigues, na sala 03 da COART, as 18h.Chegamos as 11h fizemos uma instalacao no cenario, com textos datilografados naparede, livros pendurados e no chao, papel celofane nas lampadas e tule roxo,preto e azul, mais uma maquina de escrever antiga e um radio. O cenario ficoulindissimo! As 16h paramos, tivemos 20 minutos para comer. Voltamos passamostudo com a sala escura.A leitura foi com energia, nao erramos tanto o texto, masainda estamos inseguros. Porem, a concentracao
aqueles que tinham o desejo de interpretar Romeu ou Julieta usariam aperna de pau, foi tambem necessario escolher algum figurino no Procenium.Apenas eu tinha o desejo de interpretar Julieta, mas mesmo assim nao achei queseria facil. Apos essa apresentacao a Celia ja tinha decidido a maioria dospersonagens. E eu tinha conseguido o papel da Julieta, mas sabia que tinha quecorrer atras disso tambem.Antes de comecarmos a trabalharem cima do texto original de Shakespeare, fizemos alguns exercicios utilizandomusicas folcloricas, esse estilo de musica seria utilizado no espetaculo. Osexercicios tinham o objetivo de usarmos o corpo, atraves de movimentos quejunto com a musica contaria uma historia. Ao longo das aulas, utilizamos maisde uma musica e ao final cada um levou a sua mascara neutra para usa-la noexercicio. A mascara ajudaria entao o corpo a contar a historia, sem utilizar orosto.Voltamos a utilizar a sala dedanca e de la a trabalhar com o texto original de Romeu e Julieta. A Celia comecoua trabalhar em uma nova adaptacao e aos poucos nos dar as primeiras cenas efalas. A cena da entrada ficou belissima! Com a musica Se essa rua fosseminha, cantada pelos atores ao som do acordeao. Eu e o Saulo (Romeu) entramosde perna de pau. Apos a entrada a Julieta sai de cena. No ultimo encontro (24 de abril)assisti a cena, pois a Julieta ainda nao tinha entrado novamente.
dar algum texto econsegui ficar parado (o que mais conseguiu faze-lo, segundo a Celia). De tudo,fica a vontade de sempre continuar nos ares, e, mais ainda, a relacao quecriamos com nossos proprios medos. Olhados de cima, eles ja nem pareciam tao grandesassim.
I just remembered another little pearl and didn't want to wait until tomorrow to share it.We have a yorkshire named Toy, who will be 7 months in October. The last time he went to the pet shop, he came home smelling good, with a nice hair. Laura held him tight and said: "Toy, you smell and look so good!" The she pulled away, made a funny face, looked straight at him and said "Wow, the bad breath is chronic!"Joao Vitor, who was right next to her, was startled: "Hey Laura, you don't even know what chronic means!""Joao, chronic is something that can't be healed, that you just can't take away."...Of course we couldn't help but commit the terrible sin of laughing.At night, we told her father, who couldn't believe ir "Laura, do you know what 'chronic' means?""Oh, daddy, I'll have to say it again: chronic is something that can't be healed, that you just can't take away."By the way, I thing she was inspired that day. We went out for dinner that night, at a restaurant with several desserts included in the meal price and a few that had to be paid. Do I have to say she chose exactly the one not included?"Daddy, mayI get one of those desserts?""Honey, there are several over there, go look if you don't want any of them.""No, daddy, I've looked, and I want the other one." She gave him that look that only she knows how to give him."All right, Laura, go get it."Her face lit up, but, instead of going for the dessert, she called Joao Vitor and wispered:"Joao, would you like a lesson on how to get things from daddy?"No doubt, she was born with a masters degree on that subject! On October 12 was Zezinho's 13th birthday. It was a Brazilian holiday, on a Wednesday, so we took the opportunity to have a barbecue at a local country club called Trianon.This club has a playground, which is rather far from the barbecue place, and Laura has one of those mothers who can't lose sight of their children, thinking anything bad could happen, at any moment. So, when she asked if she could go to the playground with her friend, I said no, she should wait until I could come too. She used her usual replies, "I can take care of myself," "I won't be alone, my friend is with me," etc., but nothing changed my answer. The thing is this moment never came and she no longer wanted to wait. So, of course, she decided to ask her dad (in this case, I think everyone knows pretty well what was the answer).Shortly after that, I went to check if everything was all right and found her sitting on top of a park toy, looking rather disturbed."What's the matter, Laura, why are you alone up there?""The slide is too hot, it'll burn my leg if I use it to get down." The toy also has some kind of ladder to go down, which looks more like a thread, with steps far from one
another, too large for her to use. So, she was stuck up there.Of course I could not miss the opportunity for a few words, and to remind her that she is still to little to take care of herself, so she should not insist when I said no in these circumstances.And it is even clearer that the answer would be right there, at the top of her mind, as usual:- Mommy, I am a big girl, and very capable of taking care of myself. The problem is, my body is still very little, and that is why I may need help. If I didn't know how to take care of myself so well, I would have burned my leg or tried to jump from up there. Then, I could have broken a leg or an arm. Anyway, it is your fault I had to be waiting there, because you didn't remind me to bring my cell phone. If it had been here, I could have called you and asked for help, and wouldn't have to wait so long.Yes, the mothers are always to blame, anyway, and shouldn't even be surprised by these situations anymore.
Sometimes, our children surprise us with the maturity with which they deal with their daily issues. Last week, Laura had an attitude that surprised not only me, but also her jazz teacher, who pointed it out to me.She has jazz classes on Tuesdays and Thurdays nights, with her best friend. I always wait outside the classroom in the dance school but, on that night, she took her time to come out, and her teacher called me to say that she had asked to "talk" to her fried after the class. She also said that they had had an argument during the class, that the other girl had said she would quit her jazz classes because she had had a fight with Laura, but she didn't know the reason.We peeked into the room, and the scene was almost funny: both were very serious, Laura was leaning on the bar and her friend was leaning on the mirror. They looked like two grown women, not like the 6 and 8-year they actually are. I thought I shouldn't interrupt them and waited until they came out. In the meantime, her teacher was telling everyone how surprised she had been by Laura's attitude, of waiting until the class was over and then asking to talk and sort it right there.And it worked. It was really cute, they came out of the room smiling and holding each other.In the car, on our way home, we talked, and she told me everything. Because she is one of the smallest girls in the class, and her friend is taller than she is, she paired with another girl in the dance, they played together during the rehearsal, which made her friend jealous, because jazz is something they do together, and usually stay close to each other throughout the class.I was very surprised and very proud of my daughter, who said she explained to her friend that, although she is her number 1 best friend, they both can have other friends and have fun with them, and "that does not harm their friendship."Maybe we, grown ups, moms and dads, should learn to also deal with these issued like our children, t wait the right moment to talk, but to wait too long and let this moment pass. It showed that, in some circumstances, children can be a lot more mature and wiser than the adults. I had decided to go to bed early and not post anything today, but I remember a story that needs to be told.As I mentioned before, Laura turned 6 on September 26, but we celebrated on the 24, which was a Saturday. On Friday, 23, I was tired, so we decided to go out for dinner. As usual, she didn't want to come with us and asked if she could stay home, because "she can take care of hersef". I used the same usual arguments (you're too little, you could hurt yourself, you can't be on your own, etc.), but she just stared at me, took my diary and walked right out of the office. I
heard the door to her room slam, and it didn't take long for her to come back with the multiple choice test for me. She reached out the diary: "mommy, choose one of these options. The one you choose is something you will no longer be allowed to do when I'm 6."Of course I scanned the page, because I know no one would believe it, but following are the translated options:1. To treat me as a baby2. To go out with you3. To keep doing my hairI don't need to say that I chose the first one. How could I treat as a baby a little person capable of presenting me a multiple choice test like this one?And, for those who don't believe, below is the scanned page.
I've been trying to post some past stories, while I collect new ones. That's an easy task for any parent, all you have to do is listen to your child, everyday.A few days ago, my brother in law brought Laura's little cousin, Clara, who's 4, to spend an afternoon with her. Of course it's almost a fellony to say that the two of them would play together, we have to make it clear that Laura is taking care of her cousin, who is a "small child."I was working in the office listening to them playing in the bedroom, behaving really well, until Laura decided that Clara needed a shower. "All right, you can have a shower with her, too." So I left the two girls in the bathroom, gave them soap, shampoo and conditioner and left to pick up the towels and clothes.I was lucky to leave the bathroom while still paying attention to what they were saying.While washing the hair, Clara asked Laura which one was the shampoo bottle and which one was the conditioner. I wouldn't know my daughter if I didn't know, right then, that she wouldn't miss the chance of delivering one of her peals of wisdom. "See, Clara, this is the shampoo." I'm sure she waited for her to ask how did she know it, but since she didn't, she just said it anyway:"Ah, Clara, life gets so much easier once we learn how to read!"After I stopped laughing (hiding, since lauging is an unforgivable offense to her pride), I wondered how hard a child's life is until they learn how to read, don't you think?How nice it would be if life stayed that hard forever... Well, before anything else, I think it would be interesting to explain why I decided to create this blog. I'm a translator and mother of three: Zezinho, almost 13, Joao Vitor, 10, and Laura, 6. Like any other mom, I had a great deal of fun with the boys' "pearls of wisdom," but this time a friend (Beto!) suggested the blog to tell some funny stories of Laura's day-to-day life. I think he was also having fun with her stories.Then, my husband also enjoyed the idea, and I thought I should try. I even think I should post a picture of the three of them...I guess it's easy to imagine that it'll be a struggle to update this blog, with the three kids and the work, but I will try to do it, as best as I can.I am totally new to this blog thing, and I do expect everyone's understanding as regards to this. Little by little, I'll try to post some pictures and make it look nicer. Today's post is just a short introduction, like a test. Later, I'll tell you a little more about everyone and everything.Beto, thanks for the idea, and I hope it works out! I was in the kitchen last week, while the three of them were in the living room. Suddenly, Laura came rushing in, with teary eyes, and said: "Mommy, you have to
take that away from him, he's killing old people!"Of course I ran out to see what was going on. Joao Vitor was playing GTA, a game over which I have fought a lot before, and do not intend to go into details about it now. I spoke to him, and he swore he was doing no such thing.A few minutes later, she came back, disturbed: "Mommy, he even kills the white-haired ones! Even those who are sweeping the street! He doesn's know what pity means!"I went back there, spoke to him again and asked him to turn the videogame off or change the game. Once again, he swore he wasn't killing anyone, just giving them money (...).I thought it was strange when she back into the kitchen with a thinking and triumphant look on her face. " I know what you should say to him."I imagined she was thinking "Well, since my mother is obviously not handling this situation very well, I'll try and help her somehow," and was feeling quite incompetent, when she cleared things out:"Tell him that, if he doesn't turn it off right now, you're going to punish him. And say this: 'I am giving your ipod to Laura!'"Poor girl, she is the only one who didn't get an ipod from her grandfather, presumably for being too young, but I still think that it was a mistake to think like that. In some cases, age does not dictate the rules, and I believe this is one of those cases.She handles electronic devices very well, better than many grown ups I know. My iphone spends a lot more time in her hands than in mine, at least. And she is always complaining that her cell phone is the only one in the house that is not a smartphone. Come on, Laura, you don't even know what a smartphone is."Of course I know what a smartphone is. It's a cell phone, but it does a lot more things, like browsing the internet."Whoever heard her define the word "chronic" so well should learn to keep their mouth shut in these situations, and one would think she would miss the chance of sharing her wisdom...
It's a fact that any woman lies new clothes, but I think it's funny how fazr some of us go to increase their closet size.On the day before her birthday, I took Laura to the mall to pick up her outfit. We checked the weather and it would be cloudy and likely to rain, so we tried to find something not so cool.My daughter LOVES trying on clothes, she can spend hours in the dressing room, without losing her sense of humor. She enjoys having her arms filled with clothes, and never leaves without trying everything on, even if she has already picked something out. And, believe, she does the chosing. The final word is always hers, and you're about to understand why that should be respected.This day wasn't different than any other. She picked dresses, skirts, a bit of everything. In the end, she decided she wanted a set with black trousers, a beige T-shirt saying "rock - hard - soul" in silver and a very cute black jacket. We got home around lunch time, and she was very excited to show her daddy her birthday outfit. But he barely set his eyes on it and said: "I don't like it." "Why?""She is a little girl, it's her 6th birthday, she has to wear a dress, a princess outfit."And then he tried to talk to her:"Laura, daddy thinks this outfit is not a good choice for your birthday, you should wear a dress.""Daddy, I like this outfit.""Is it okay if daddy comes with you to pick out a dress?""Sure, daddy!"And there went the three of us to try and find another outfit for Laura's birthday. He looked around and chose a beautiful black and dark grey dress. She tried it on, loved, and found matching pink shoes .While she was changing back in her clothes, he decided to take a walk on the other side of the store, for adults. Of course she came out and engaged in conversation with the sales woman, fussing around for anything in her size.She found a gorgeous dress with flowers in it, very modern-looking. The sales woman said it looked really good with a belt, and she asked if she could see it. Then she picked the dress in her size, went into the dressing room and came out ready: dress, belt and shoes. She ran out to show her father."It looks beautiful, Laura. Would you like to buy that one too?"I don't think I need to tell you the answer.Very well, we paid for everything and left the store. Back in the car."Fine, Laura, now you have more than one outfit to chose which one to wear for your birthday"She gave a big smile."I wonder which one you will chose?""Oh, I'm wearing the one I bought in the morning. It's a princess outfit too, daddy. A rock princess."I wish I had taken a picture of the look on Shimada's face at that moment, because I can't begin to describe it. How could he say anything? He didn't like her outfit, so she was nice
enough to let him buy two other options that pleased him, but her opinion, as I said before, is always final and never changes. Anyway, she got two beautiful dresses, one of which she wore for lunch the next day but, for her birthday, she did wear the one she had chosen. And she was beaming with joy.Some women make an effort to please men, while others know how to make them feel pleased by doing just want they want. I think these are the smartest. And it looks like my dauther is one of this kind.
Hi... It's been a while... I though it would be difficult to keep the blog updated, but not so much!So, after a week of vacation, I'm back with my battery fully charged, and I hope I can post more often.Of course, while I was "away", I never stopped collecting the little pearls of wisdom, because they come naturally, with no respect to time, circumstance ou even convenience...My husband made a truly appropriate comment during our week off. I always say that being too close to someone makes us miss a lot of details, especially for the kids. One classical example is when we say that other people's children grow up faster than our own, because, seeing them everyday, we only notice how much they've grown when their clothes no longer fit.I think that is what happened. Because he works long hours out of the house and spends a lot less time with them that I do, he ends up noticing things that I miss.We were at one of the ship dinners, Laura sitting next to her friendm away from any grown-up that could help her. I really hadn't noticed how, for a couple of nights, she had been handling things very well by herself at the table... Even to make her order, using mime and pointing at the menu for the waiter, who couldn't understand Portuguese. His comment was made in a mixed tone of surprise, joy and sadness: "Wow, Laura is a young lady now. We no longer have a baby at home."I guess this is how we notice these things, in some routine situation, a perception that catches us in surprise and leaves a taste of yearning for what used to be... Of course, it could only be in the middle of a ballet class. I has already scheduled an appointment with the dentist, because the pemanent tooth was showing and the other one didn't seem to be ready to go. I really thought it wasn't going to and, since Zezinho and Joao Vitor had to have their first teeth extracted, I thought Laura wouldn't be an exception to this rule.But I wasn't counting on fate. I was waiting outside her ballet classroom when she came out, followed by her teacher and all her friends, her mouth bleeding and her eyes wide open."Her tooth fell out, but we couldn't find it! Do you think she swallowed it?" Her teacher looked concerned.She looked at me frightened, and I took her to the sink, washed her mouth and handed her a glass of cold water to help stop the bleeding. I thought she would want to go home, for there were still about 40 minutes left of that class, and she would go straight into a jazz class afterwards.No such thing, she just asked what we were having for dinner and went back in the classroom, as if nothing had happened.Better like this, she wasn't scared or concerned with her being toothless. Quite the opposite, she insisted on taking a picture showing the "gap" and gave a big smile, all the time.Only
later did she remember to tell me that her tooth got stuck in her leotard, and ended up pulled out.Like her tap dancing teacher said, her first tooth could only fall there. She practically learned to walk there, she has been there since she was 2.The thing is it was my anniversary. Eleven years. In the car, I told her that: "That's nice, Laura, your first tooth fell out on mommy's and daddy's anniversary.""Yea, mommy, but which is the most important? How old is your marriage now?""11.""Ok, so your marriage has had 11 anniversaries, and will have others. My first tooth is only going to fall once, so it is more important than your anniversary."I wouldn't even consider arguing against that logic.Why stop? It's only a tooth!