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cure thought itadvisable to receive her confession in the vestry-room.Imaginary buzzings also added to her bewilderment. Her mistress oftensaid to her: "My goodness, how stupid you are!" and she would answer:"Yes, Madame," and look for something.The narrow circle of her ideas grew more restricted than it alreadywas; the bellowing of the oxen, the chime of the bells no longerreached her intelligence. All things moved silently, like ghosts. Onlyone noise penetrated her ears; the parrot's voice.As if to divert her mind, he reproduced for her the tick-tack of thespit in the kitchen, the shrill cry of the fish-vendors, the saw ofthe carpenter who had a shop opposite, and when the door-bell rang, hewould imitate Madame Aubain: "Felicite! go to the front door."They held conversations together, Loulou repeating the three phrasesof his repertory over and over, Felicite replying by words that had nogreater meaning, but in which she poured out her feelings. In herisolation, the parrot was almost a son, a love. He climbed upon herfingers, pecked at her lips, clung to her shawl, and when she rockedher head to and fro like a nurse, the big wings of her cap and thewings of the bird flapped in unison. When clouds gathered on thehorizon and the thunder rumbled, Loulou would scream, perhaps becausehe remembered the storms in his native forests. The dripping of therain would excite him to frenzy; he flapped around, struck the ceilingwith his wings, upset everything, and would finally fly into thegarden to play. Then he would come back into the room, light on one ofthe andirons, and hop around in order to get dry.One morning during the terrible winter of 1837, when she had put himin front of the fire-place on account of the cold, she found him deadin his cage, hanging to the wire bars with his head down. He hadprobably died of congestion. But she believed that he had beenpoisoned, and although she had no proofs whatever, her suspicionrested on Fabu.She wept so sorely that her mistress said: "Why don't you have himstuffed?"She asked the advice of the chemist, who had always been kind to thebird.He wrote to Havre for her. A certain man named Fellacher consented todo the work. But, as the diligence driver often lost parcels entrustedto him, Felicite resolved to take her pet to Honfleur herself.Leafless apple-trees lined the edges of the road. The ditches werecovered with ice. The dogs on the neighbouring farms barked; andFelicite, with her hands beneath her cape, her little black sabots andher basket, trotted along nimbly in the middle of the sidewalk. Shecrossed the forest, passed by the Haut-Chene, and reached Saint-Gatien.Behind her, in a cloud of dust and impelled by the steep incline, amail-coach drawn by galloping horses advanced like a whirlwind. Whenhe saw a woman in the middle of the road, who did not get out of theway, the driver stood up in his seat and shouted to her and so did thepostilion, while the four horses, which he could not hold back,accelerated their pace; the two leaders were almost upon her; with ajerk of the reins he
threw them to one side, but, furious at theincident, he lifted his big whip and lashed her from her head to herfeet with such violence that she fell to the ground unconscious.Her first thought, when she recovered her senses, was to open thebasket. Loulou was unharmed. She felt a sting on her right cheek; whenshe took her hand away it was red, for the blood was flowing.She sat down on a pile of stones, and sopped her cheek with herhandkerchief; then she ate a crust of bread she had put in her basket,and consoled herself by looking at the bird.Arriving at the top of Ecquemanville, she saw the lights of Honfleurshining in the distance like so many stars; further on, the oceanspread out in a confused mass. Then a weakness came over her; themisery of her childhood, the disappointment of her first love, thedeparture of her nephew, the death of Virginia; all these things cameback to her at once, and, rising like a swelling tide in her throat,almost choked her.Then she wished to speak to the captain of the vessel, and withoutstating what she was sending, she gave him some instructions.Fellacher kept the parrot a long time. He always promised that itwould be ready for the following week; after six months he announcedthe shipment of a case, and that was the end of it. Really, it seemedas if Loulou would never come back to his home. "They have stolenhim," thought Felicite.Finally he arrived, sitting bold upright on a branch which could bescrewed into a mahogany pedestal, with his foot in the air, his headon one side, and in his beak a nut which the naturalist, from love ofthe sumptuous, had gilded. She put him in her room.This place, to which only a chosen few were admitted, looked like achapel and a second-hand shop, so filled was it with devotional andheterogeneous things. The door could not be opened easily on accountof the presence of a large wardrobe. Opposite the window that lookedout into the garden, a bull's-eye opened on the yard; a table wasplaced by the cot and held a wash-basin, two combs, and a piece ofblue soap in a broken saucer. On the walls were rosaries, medals, anumber of Holy Virgins, and a holy-water basin made out of a cocoanut;on the bureau, which was covered with a napkin like an altar, stoodthe box of shells that Victor had given her; also a watering-can and aballoon, writing-books, the engraved geography and a pair of shoes; onthe nail which held the mirror, hung Virginia's little plush hat!Felicite carried this sort of respect so far that she even kept one ofMonsieur's old coats. All the things which Madame Aubain discarded,Felicite begged for her own room. Thus, she had artificial flowers onthe edge of the bureau, and the picture of the Comte d'Artois in therecess of the window. By means of a board, Loulou was set on a portionof the chimney which advanced into the room. Every morning when sheawoke, she saw him in the dim light of dawn and recalled bygone daysand the smallest details
places occupied by the pictures formed yellowsquares on the walls. They had taken the two little beds, and thewardrobe had been emptied of Virginia's belongings! Felicite wentupstairs, overcome with grief.The following day a sign was posted on the door; the chemist screamedin her ear that the house was for sale.For a moment she tottered, and had to sit down.What hurt her most was to give up her room,--so nice for poor Loulou!She looked at him in despair and implored the Holy Ghost, and it wasthis way that she contracted the idolatrous habit of saying herprayers kneeling in front of the bird. Sometimes the sun fell throughthe window on his glass eye, and lighted a spark in it which sentFelicite into ecstasy.Her mistress had left her an income of three hundred and eightyfrancs. The garden supplied her with vegetables. As for clothes, shehad enough to last her till the end of her days, and she economised onthe light by going to bed at dusk.She rarely went out, in order to avoid passing in front of the second-hand dealer's shop where there was some of the old furniture. Sinceher fainting spell, she dragged her leg, and as her strength wasfailing rapidly, old Mother Simon, who had lost her money in thegrocery business, came very morning to chop the wood and pump thewater.Her eyesight grew dim. She did not open the shutters after that. Manyyears passed. But the house did not sell or rent. Fearing that shewould be put out, Felicite did not ask for repairs. The laths of theroof were rotting away, and during one whole winter her bolster waswet. After Easter she spit blood.Then Mother Simon went for a doctor. Felicite wished to know what hercomplaint was. But, being too deaf to hear, she caught only one word:"Pneumonia." She was familiar with it and gently answered:--"Ah! likeMadame," thinking it quite natural that she should follow hermistress.The time for the altars in the street drew near.The first one was always erected at the foot of the hill, the secondin front of the post-office, and the third in the middle of thestreet. This position occasioned some rivalry among the women and theyfinally decided upon Madame Aubain's yard.Felicite's fever grew worse. She was sorry that she could not doanything for the altar. If she could, at least, have contributedsomething towards it! Then she thought of the parrot. Her neighboursobjected that it would not be proper. But the cure gave his consentand she was so grateful for it that she begged him to accept after herdeath, her only treasure, Loulou. From Tuesday until Saturday, the daybefore the event, she coughed more frequently. In the evening her facewas contracted, her lips stuck to her gums and she began to vomit; andon the following day, she felt so low that she called for a priest.Three neighbours surrounded her when the dominie administered theExtreme Unction. Afterwards she said that she wished to speak to Fabu.He arrived in his Sunday clothes, very ill at ease among the funerealsurroundings."Forgive me," she said, making an effort to extend her arm, "Ibelieved it was
you who killed him!"What did such accusations mean? Suspect a man like him of murder! AndFabu became excited and was about to make trouble."Don't you see she is not in her right mind?"From time to time Felicite spoke to shadows. The women left her andMother Simon sat down to breakfast.A little later, she took Loulou and holding him up to Felicite:"Say good-bye to him, now!" she commanded.Although he was not a corpse, he was eaten up by worms; one of hiswings was broken and the wadding was coming out of his body. ButFelicite was blind now, and she took him and laid him against hercheek. Then Mother Simon removed him in order to set him on the altar.CHAPTER VThe grass exhaled an odour of summer; flies buzzed in the air, the sunshone on the river and warmed the slated roof. Old Mother Simon hadreturned to Felicite and was peacefully falling asleep.The ringing of bells woke her; the people were coming out of church.Felicite's delirium subsided. By thinking of the procession, she wasable to see it as if she had taken part in it. All the school-children, the singers and the firemen walked on the sidewalks, whilein the middle of the street came first the custodian of the churchwith his halberd, then the beadle with a large cross, the teacher incharge of the boys and a sister escorting the little girls; three ofthe smallest ones, with curly heads, threw rose leaves into the air;the deacon with outstretched arms conducted the music; and twoincense-bearers turned with each step they took toward the HolySacrament, which was carried by M. le Cure, attired in his handsomechasuble and walking under a canopy of red velvet supported by fourmen. A crowd of people followed, jammed between the walls of thehouses hung with white sheets; at last the procession arrived at thefoot of the hill.A cold sweat broke out on Felicite's forehead. Mother Simon wiped itaway with a cloth, saying inwardly that some day she would have to gothrough the same thing herself.The murmur of the crowd grew louder, was very distinct for a momentand then died away. A volley of musketry shook the window-panes. Itwas the postilions saluting the Sacrament. Felicite rolled her eyes,and said as loudly as she could:"Is he all right?" meaning the parrot.Her death agony began. A rattle that grew more and more rapid shookher body. Froth appeared at the corners of her mouth, and her wholeframe trembled. In a little while could be heard the music of the basshorns, the clear voices of the children and the men's deeper notes. Atintervals all was still, and their shoes sounded like a herd of cattlepassing over the grass.The clergy appeared in the yard. Mother Simon climbed on a chair toreach the bull's-eye, and in this manner could see the altar. It wascovered with a lace cloth and draped with green wreaths. In the middlestood a little frame containing relics; at the corners were two littleorange-trees, and all along the edge were silver candlesticks,porcelain vases containing sun-flowers, lilies, peonies, and tufts ofhydrangeas. This mount of bright colours
descended diagonally from thefirst floor to the carpet that covered the sidewalk. Rare objectsarrested one's eye. A golden sugar-bowl was crowned with violets,earrings set with Alencon stones were displayed on green moss, and twoChinese screens with their bright landscapes were near by. Loulou,hidden beneath roses, showed nothing but his blue head which lookedlike a piece of lapis-lazuli.The singers, the canopy-bearers and the children lined up against thesides of the yard. Slowly the priest ascended the steps and placed hisshining sun on the lace cloth. Everybody knelt. There was deepsilence; and the censers slipping on their chains were swung high inthe air. A blue vapour rose in Felicite's room. She opened hernostrils and inhaled with a mystic sensuousness; then she closed herlids. Her lips smiled. The beats of her heart grew fainter andfainter, and vaguer, like a fountain giving out, like an echo dyingaway;--and when she exhaled her last breath, she thought she saw inthe half-opened heavens a gigantic parrot hovering above her head.End of the Project Gutenberg Etext of A Simple Soul, by Flaubert
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album. Normalmente, o segundo album de uma banda, e pior que o primeiro, mas com o Stone Sour, isso nao aconteceu, sua musica mais conhecida no Brasil, deste cd e a balada "Through Glass".Abaixo, lista das faixas: 1."30/30-150" 4:182."Come What(ever) May" 3:403."Hell & Consequences" 3:314."Sillyworld (Taylor)" 4:095."Made of Scars" 3:246."Reborn" 3:137."Your God" 4:438."Through Glass (Taylor)" 4:059."Socio" 3:2010."1st Person" 4:0211."Cardiff" 4:4212."Zzyzx Rd." (4:02 on special edition, renamed "Zzyzx Rd. Pop Version")5:16Audio SecrecyTerceiro album da banda, ja possui 3 singles, "Say you'll haunt me", "Digital (Did you tell)" e "Hesitate". Pra mim, o melhor dos 3. Eu me obriguei a comprar esse cd, pra mim, ele e uma mistura dos dois primeiros, selecionando apenas o que deu certo. Corey Taylor mostrando que e um grande vocalista, com uma voz potente, e um timbre unico.Lista das faixas:1."Audio Secrecy" 1:432."Mission Statement" 3:503."Digital (Did You Tell)" 4:004."Say You'll Haunt Me" 4:245."Dying" 3:016."Let's Be Honest" 3:447."Unfinished" 3:108."Hesitate" 4:169."Nylon 6/6" 3:4010."Miracles" 4:0711."Pieces" 4:3012."The Bitter End" 3:3313."Imperfect" 4:2214."Threadbare" 5:44Colocarei um video de cada album:Espero que tenham gostado! =D
Michael Jackson sera sempre lembrado como um icone da musica, isso nao ha duvida.Ele influenciou muitos artistas com sua danca e maneira de cantar, exibidos principalmente em seus video clipes.Esse post e uma homenagem ao Rei do Pop, mostrando como o conceito que ele lancou permanece vivo.Compare os videos...Comecamos com o proprio MJ:Seguimos com Usher:E terminamos com o Ne-Yo:E ai, o que acharam? Michael fez ou nao escola? Um dos gigantes do Hard Rock o Mr. Big, esta de volta e com sua formacao original!Eric Martin nos vocais, Paul Gilbert na guitarra, Billy Sheehan no baixo e Pat Torpey na bateria. E muito bom poder rever a formacao original e todo virtuosismo que ela oferece,a volta foi em 2009 e ja veio com o dvd "Back to Budokan", segue um video desse trabalho deles com a musica de abertura, a classica "Daddy,Brother,Lover,Little boy(The Electric Drill Song)". A reuniao deu tao certo que eles acabaram de lancar um novo album."What If" chega coroando a nova fase da banda e com a promessa da tour passar pelo Brasil em 2011!Detalhe para a arte da capa.Agora e aguardar, enquanto isso confere o primeiro single do novo album "Undertow"! E, parece brincadeira o titulo mas, por ser formando por Slash, Duff, Matt Sorum(Ex-Guns N' Roses), Scott Weiland(Ex-Stone Temple Pilots) e Dave Kushner(Ex-Wasted Youth) o Velvet Revolver ficou inicialmente conhecido assim, a banda dos caras de outras bandas.O fato e, voce ja ouviu Velvet Revolver? Por conter integrantes consagrados na musica, nao podia dar noutra, os dois albuns lancados por eles sao excelentes "Contraband" de 2004 e "Libertad" de 2007. Rock N' Roll de pura qualidade e de alta performace ao vivo, eu recomendo!Formacao original do Velvet RevolverPena no inicio de 2008, Scott Weiland ter deixado a banda apos alguns problemas com os outros integrantes. Agora quase tres anos depois eles vao anunciar um novo vocalista e lancar o seu terceiro trabalho, quem sera o nome da vez? Enquanto aguardamos, fique ai com dois clipes do trabalhos anteriores dos caras. As vozes femininas na musica me contagiam muito. No jazz e blues, acredito que temos as vozes mais marcantes da historia da musica. Eu poderia citar varias, mas deixarei para um post futuro, para falar de mulheres como Julie London, Ella Fitzgerald, Dusty Springfield, Billie Holiday.*Neste post, quero falar sobre uma voz jovem, pra ser mais exato, uma voz de apenas 21 anos. Adele, nascida Adele Laurie Blue Adkins, em Londres. Vencedora de 2 Grammys, com seu album de estreia, intitulado "19", detentora de uma voz potente, e ao mesmo tempo doce.Adele faz parte de uma geracao de cantoras britanicas, das quais posso citar tambem, Amy Winehouse, Kate Nash, Pixie Lott, que deram um toque a mais a sonoridade inglesa. Vieram para agregar com suas vozes unicas.Este ano, sai o seu segundo album, intitulado "21". Ambos albuns se referem a sua idade na epoca do lancamento. Abaixo, video do primeiro single do novo album, chamado "Rolling in the deep". Mas interessados, procurem pelo album "19", vale muito a pena, mesmo. "A musica e a linguagem universal. Ela
emociona a quem ouve e foge de tudo o que podemos racionalizar. Ela penetra nos nossos sentidos e altera a nossa percepcao de forma magica!A capacidade de percebermos a 'alma' do compositor em cada nota ou verso nos transporta ao mundo das sensacoes. A musica quando tocante, certamente nasceu de um sentimento verdadeiro de quem compos.A musica e um ato de amor traduzido em palavras e sons!"*Essa e a definicao perfeita pra mim, sobre o que e a musica.*Em muitos dos meus posts, eu tratarei tambem de filmes, claro, apenas para fazer a ligacao com uma musica ou com a sua trilha sonora.Hoje, citarei o filme "Na natureza selvagem" (Into the wild), filme baseado no livro de mesmo nome, que conta a historia do jovem Christopher McCandless, que apos a sua formatura, decidiu deixar tudo para tras, e partir numa jornada rumo ao Alasca, com apenas alguns dolares no bolso...bom, assistam o filme, vale muito a pena, como uma jornada de auto-conhecimento. Dirigido pelo vencedor do Oscar, Sean Penn. E agora algo que se destaca e muito no filme, a trilha sonora, composta pelo Eddie Vedder, vocalista do Pearl Jam.*Eddie, e um dos grandes nomes do grunge, ao lado de Nirvana, Sonic Youth, Pixies. Mas para essa trilha, ele trabalhou sozinho, compondo com maestria, musicas que pra mim, fazem parte de uma das melhores trilhas sonoras nao-orquestradas ja produzidas.Abaixo, um trailer do filme, e o clipe da musica "Guaranteed", que esta no filme."O importante nao e ser forte, mas sentir-se forte.""Eu vou parafrasear Thoreau aqui... mais que amor, que dinheiro, que fe, que fama, que equidade... de-me a verdade."A felicidade so e real quando partilhada.
Esse post e em homenagem ao meu grande amigo e parceiro de blog, agora 3 musicas que ele gosta pra comemorar essa data:Pra fechar uma do show que veremos ano que vem: Sempre ouvi falar muito de Stevie Wonder mas conhecia muito pouco, apenas duas ou tres musicas. Digamos que para mim o Mr. Wonder era apenas o compositor de musica regravada pelo Red Hot Chili Peppers, a fantastica "Higher Ground". Por influencia de um amigo, resolvi baixar alguns albuns e ouvir.Em pleno 2010 conheci um dos maiores artistas da musica popular mundial, um musico completo, o qual, canta maravilhosamente bem, e muito afinado, e um grande compositor, toca piano, gaita de boca e outros instrumentos. Definitivamente ao vivo e que ele realmente se destaca, com seus sessenta anos completados no ano passado, e impressionante a vitalidade, energia e entrega no palco. Recomendo qualquer "greatest hits" para quem nao conhece e segue dois videos de perfomaces atuais do mestre Stevie Wonder, a romantica "My Cherie Amour" e "Isn't She Lovely", musica composta para sua filha ao nascer e que agora canta junto ao pai em seus shows! Confere ai, eu recomendo! Oi Meninas!Como passaram de fim de semana?Esse post era para ter saido na sexta-feira da semana passada, como prometido. Mas eu me enrolei toda com a arte e nao consegui postar. Sorry!Alias, peco desculpas pelas artes que ainda nao estao como eu gostaria. Fico tentando achar um padrao e acabo demorando mais do que eu gostaria. Mas eu ainda chego la!Mas vamos a parte boa: estive na Real Chic Center para ver as pecas da promocao (LOJA TODA DE 20 A 40% DE DESCONTO) e escolhi algumas pecas que eu adoraria ter levado para casa.Creditos (de cima para baixo):- Blusa preta de cetim com bordado dourado nas costas Equus Ana Hickmann - Blusa prata de cetim com malha cinza mescla e colar malha cinza mescla Controvento- Calca cenoura de seda estampada Santissima- Macaquinho floral de linho Ego Store- Casaqueto preto em veludo adamascado RC3- Regata branca em malha canelada Madi- Calca jeans Equus Ana Hickmann (Ih, esqueci do colar preto que esta com a blusa branca e o casaqueto preto...)Fiquei apaixonada pela blusa preta de cetim com bordado dourado nas costas. Ela e muito maravilhosa! Com calca, short, saia e um saltao ja vira um look para ir para qualquer lugar. E para ficar mais arrumadinha, e so colocar uma calca alfaiataria. Pronto! Voce estara perfeita!A blusa prata com calca estampada cenoura nao sai da minha cabeca desde que eu os fotografei. A seda dessa calca tem uma trama tao bonita..., coloquei ate em detalhe para voces verem. E a calca cenoura continua em alta. La fora e o modelo de calca mais usado pelas blogueiras. Invista! E moderno e lindo!O casaqueto preto, por ser em veludo adasmascado, pode gerar algumas duvidas: mas estamos em pleno verao? Amiga, ele e bem leve e eu arriscaria vesti-lo em uma noite que caisse uma chuvinha (como tem acontecido nos ultimos dias). O trabalho no tecido e magnifico, o corte dele e classico e
ele foi classificado como uma peca investimento para se usar em todas as estacoes do ano de 2011, de acordo com o Shopbop (um site gringo). Se joga, amiga!Real Chic Center Boutique:Rua Capitao Francisco Joaquim Vilela, 99664 3631-1545 / 3631-8708realchiccenter@yahoo.comBom, e isso!Amanha vou preparar outro especial de vestidos de festa da Real Chic Center.Alias... cada vestido! Deuso!Gostaram?BjbjKah Maia