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didn't want to tell you afraid that it could influence some decision because of my situation. I know that is foolishness, but you know me well. I would thought that we would be marriage just because of my cancer. I started a treatment in secret, but doctors told me that hardly I would change my situation. I waited anxiously for five years to we may stay together. spending the time that left me with my family would be my last and final realization. Than I would die happy.Recently I discovered that I have nothing more then a month of life. Because of that I can't wait too long to realize some things before I leave. I hope you understand and forgive me in not doing that by your side. I wish, believe me, have you next to me those days that remain me, but I haven't courage to put you in that situation. See me dying like this. Also forgive me in haven't no courage to speak you what is written here.I'm leaving to Spain. Yes, the place where we were planing to spend our Honey-Moon. I really wished that was that situation... Our Honey-Moon. Watch the sunrise on the Mediterranean, visit the Moorish castles at Grenade, its cathedrals and monasteries. The palaces of Madrid and Barcelona Churches. But don't worry, I'll take you in my heart for all these moments.Here I say goodbye my beloved, with just two little wishes. Live intensely all the days of your life. Don't wait the ideal or better circumstance to do things that you wish to. Life can be too short for waits. And last, don't make your next girl wait for so long. If you love her, marry and build your family. If you don't think that she's the right one, don't hold her. Let she leave and follow your way, pursuit your happiness, because you'll just find it, if it's mutual. With all my love... Barbara"
"Minha terra tem palmeiras / Onde canta o Sabia...". Mas o Sabia nao canta mais. Tudo que ficou foi um gaiola vazia. Uma cumbuquinha de agua um pouco suja com alguns graos de alpiste e pequenas penas boiando. Um pedacinho de miolo de pao ainda umido abandonado num cantinho da gaiola. O poleiro parado, sem nenhum balancar e o silencio envolvendo esse cenario. Um vazio tao grande quanto o vazio que ficou nessa gaiola.Cantavamos juntos. Eu comecava e voce acompanhava.Fico agora imaginando se um dia voce conheceu a sensacao de um longo voo. De nao ter limitacoes de espaco impostas por pequenas grades. De como somos injustos e egoistas em privar um ser, cuja natureza e livre, de conhecer essa liberdade. Sei que agora estas livre. Nao como eu queria, mas espero que feliz onde que que esteja. Cantando outras cancoes. Espero que lembrando de mim... Wheatear on one leg, a photo by roychurchill on Flickr.Um dia, ha muito tempo quando estava na Espanha, em Mallorca, visitando a familia de uma ex-namorada, pela primeira vez, ao menos que eu lembro, vi um passaro sobre um perninha so. Era um pequeno Chasco-Preto. Estava sobre um grande cano de cobre que levava a agua para a cidade. A casa onde estava ficava a uns poucos quilometros dela e a tubulacao de agua passava por dentro da propriedade.Lembrei de uma estoria do Mickey, na revista do Ze Carioca 1685, publicada em 1984, onde ele e o Pateta iam a uma ilha ajudar o professor Patodarwin a provar a tese dele sobre a cegonha de tres pernas. Segundo ele as aves haviam aprendido a poder ficar sobre uma perna so a partir de uma descendencia pre-historica de uma ave com tres pernas. A ilha tinha varias criaturas exoticas, mas eles possuiam apenas um filme e nao podiam desperdica-lo com outras fotos, senao com as da cegonha de tres pernas. Infelizmente o prof. nao conseguiu provar sua teoria, pois no caminho de volta o filme cai no mar. Por parte nao foi culpa deles, pois plantas carnivoras gigantes comeram as outras cameras fotograficas, deixando-os com apenas uma, mas fica exposto ainda um mal planejamento da viagem. Filmes sobressalente deveriam ter sido levados, e nao apenas os que estavam nas maquinas. Cameras sobressalentes tambem deveriam tambem ter ficado no barco. Existe a questao do alto custo da compra dessas cameras. Na epoca elas nao eram baratas.E como as duas perninhas de um passarinho. Uma serve de backup da outra. Mesmo quando um pivete imbecil amarra um barbante da perinha de um passarinho, usando como uma desculpa idiota que "pardais comem os ovos de outros passarinhos" e quando o passarinho voa puxa a corda arrancando sua perna, a perna restante supri a necessidade basica do passaro. Isso nao serve tao pouco de desculpa para que seja feito ainda tal ato estupido.Um passaro apoiado sobre uma unica perna em cima de um cano de cobre por onde passa agua nos mostra que devemos procurar sempre ter um segundo plano para nossas acoes e decisoes. Se algum pilantra te arrancar a
perna que esta presa ao barbante, voce podera se apoiar na que restou para prosseguir com seu objetivo!Doideira ne?x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-xOne day long ago when I was in Spain, Mallorca, visiting the family of an ex-girlfriend, that was for the first time, at least that I remember, I saw a bird stood on only one of its little leg. It was a small Black Wheatear. It was on a large copper pipe that carrying water to the city. The house where I was kept a few kilometers from the city and the water pipe going inside the property.I remembered a story of Mickey Mouse, on the Mickey's magazine story number s79172, published in 1983, where he and Goofy went to an island together with Prof. Ptarwin to help him to prove his theory about the three-legged stork. He said the birds had learned to be able to stand on one leg because of an prehistoric ancestor bird with three legs. The island had many exotic creatures, but they possessed only one unique photo tape and could not waste it with other pictures, but with the three-legged stork. Unfortunately the Prof. failed to prove his theory, since in way back to home photo tape falls into the sea.In one side wasn't their fault, because giant carnivorous plants eat the other cameras, leaving them with just one, but it was still a poorly trip planning. More then one photo tape pack should have been taken, not just the ones in the cameras. More cameras should also have stayed on the boat. Sure, there's the issue about the high purchase cost of these cameras. At that time they weren't cheap.It's like the two legs of a bird. One serves as a backup to the other. Even when a moronic chit ties a string on one of the little legs of a bird, using as a lame excuse that "sparrows eat the eggs of other birds" and when the bird flies pulls the rope pulling its leg, the remained leg sup bird's basic need. That isn't either any little excuse to do such stupid act.A bird standing on one leg on top of a copper pipe through which water passes shows us that we should try to always have a backup plan for our actions and decisions. If any moronic pull off you leg that is attached to the string, you can rely on the one that left to pursue your goal!Craziness, isn't it?
"My land has palm trees / Where the thrush sings...". But the thrush sings no more. All that left was an empty cage. The little jar with some water dirty with few grains of birdseed and little feathers on the surface. A piece of wet bread left at the cage's corner. The still perch and the silence surrounding this scene. A so big empty as the empty left in this cage.We use to sing together. I started and you followed me.Now I keep imagining if one day you ever knew how is the feeling of a long flight. To don't have space limitations imposed by those small bars. How we're unfair and selfish persons to private a being, which has in its nature to be free, to know this freedom. Now I know that you're free. Not how I expected, but I hope you're happy wherever you are. Singing another songs. I hope you remember me... Escutei essa historia em um dos CDs de Padre Airton Freire, da Fundacao Terra . Brinde que recebo junto aos boletos de doacoes que contribuimos. O nome da faixa e exatamente essa, Felipe. FelipeAconteceu que nos finais do mes de Junho, estando eu a cerca de 15km de Arcoverde, Felipe chegou. Nao ha possibilidade desse menino ter chegado aqui! - Foi este meu primeiro pensamento.O lugar e deserto. Carro algum havia chegado. Era por volta da hora nona, 15 horas. Tempo em que se iniciam os pedidos de misericordia, no tempo do Senhor. Ele tinha os pes sangrando e os olhos assustados. Menino de corpo franzino, marcado pela fome. Vestia apenas um calcao de cor vermelha.Minha maior admiracao consistia em que Felipe tinha menos de sete anos de idade. Eu lhe perguntei: Felipe, como tu chegaste aqui?A pes...Com quem vieste?So...A que horas saiste de la?Cedinho... Ainda com o escuro.Ja comeste hoje?Nao. Nadinha...O que vieste fazer aqui?Vim so para ficar perto do senhor...Estrupiado?To... Estrupiado e usado no Sertao de Pernambuco para se dizer que, de tanto caminhar, ja nao se pode mais andar. Coloquei Felipe nos bracos. No chao ficaram as marcas de sangue. Derramei agua, vinagre e sal sobre seus pes e mesmo assim ele nao chorou. Depois de ter se alimentado, forramos o chao com uma toalha e ele, que nao podia mais andar, ficou em silencio, olhando. Ele me olhava com os olhos bem abertos como se esperasse ser recriminado. Aproximei-me dele. E fixando bem eu lhe disse:Felipe, eu, teu Pai, te amo. Ele, depois que me ouviu dizer isso por tres vezes, desabou num choro como se sentisse grande alivio ou dor. Ele que nao chorou, estando no limite do cancasso, nao se conteve ali. Apos caminhar quilometros, Felipe recebeu por recompensa o abraco do Pai. E Dele proprio ouviu a confissao Eu te amo. Depois de sangrar, nao se conteve e chorou. O que nao o fez chorar ao sangrar os pes, fei-lo chorar ao sangrar o coracao. Confianca filhal. Acolhida paterna. Felipe, quase sete anos de idade. Felipe, a partir de hoje, eu velarei por ti! And your name will be
echoing forever inside me... Echo was a beautiful nymph, a lover of woods and mountains, where she devoted herself to rural distractions. She was Diana's favorite and was her company on her hunts. She had a flaw, though: she talked too much, and in every conversation or argument she always wanted to say the final word.One day Juno was looking for her husband, who was rightly suspected that was amusing himself with the nymphs. Echo, with her conversation, did entertain the goddess, until the nymphs fled. Realizing this, Juno condemned her in the following words:- You will only keep the use of that language with which you eluded me for something that you like so much: Reply. You will always say the last word, but you will never be able to speak in the first place.A few days later the nymph saw Narcissus, a handsome young man, chasing the mountain hunt. She fell in love with him and followed him. How much she wanted to speak to him, to say him kind words and to win his affection! This, however, was out of her reach. She waited impatiently for him to speak first, so that she could respond. One day the young man, having separated himself from his companions, shouted aloud:- Is anyone here?"Here," echoed Echo.Narciso looked around and saw no one, shouted:- Come!- Come! Replied Eco.- Why do you run away from me? Narciso asked.Eco replied with the same question - Why do you run away from me?"Let's get together," the young man said.The nymph repeated the same words with all the ardor and ran to Narcissus, ready to throw herself into his arms.- Get away! Exclaimed the young man, backing away. "I'd rather die than let you own me!""Own me," said Eco.But all was in vain. Narcissus fled and she went to hide her shame in the recess of the woods. From that day on, she lived in the caves and among the rocks of the mountains. In sorrow, her body languished until the flesh disappeared completely. Her bones turned into stone, and nothing more remained, only her voice. And yet, she's still willing to respond to anyone who calls her. Retaining the old habit of always saying the last word.
Sempre ao seu lado..., a photo by Guzma on Flickr.Anatomicamente o macaco e o animal que mais se assemelha com o homem. A diferenca genetica entre nossos amigos simios e nos, humanos, e de cerca de 1,5% apenas. Porem sempre acreditei que os cachorros sao os que tem uma alma mais proxima a nossa. Ohhh O.o Chamar-me-ao de herege, afinal animais nao tem alma! Como eu disse, prefiro acreditar que eles tem, afinal alguns comportamentos transparecem isso fortemente.Hillary tinha um casal de labradores, Peggy e Rupper. Nao eram irmaos. Rupper tinha praticamente a mesma idade de Peggy. Se muito uns tres meses de diferenca. Peggy havia sido encontrada, abandonada sob uma ponte proxima a sua casa, proxima ao leito do rio congelado. Tremia de frio. Fraca de fome e sede, Hillary tomou-a em seus bracos e levou-a para casa onde cuidou da pequena cadelinha moribunda.Eles cresceram juntos e durante esse tempo foram nutrindo uma especie de relacao que antes eu so conhecia em humanos (e talvez, dizem, os golfinhos). Aquilo era amor. Rupper nao demonstrava nenhum interesse sobre outras cadelas da regiao, contrariando todo o paradigma do "instinto do macho alfa" - O objetivo do macho de toda especie e a procriacao. Sempre achei isso uma boa desculpa para se ficar com mais de uma mulher... Mas aquele cachorro me provou que quando se tem um amor incondicional, nem o mais primitivo dos instintos consegue abala-lo. Infelizmente Peggy havia nascido com (ou desenvolvido) um problema que nao permitia que ela tivesse filhotes e futuramente lhe traria um cancer que levaria a sua morte. Em seus ultimos dias de vida eu estive por perto e pude comprovar que esses seres nao sao apenas instintos. Esses seres sentem muito alem disso. Eles ficam tristes, alegres, amam, odeiam, eles possuem sentimentos que vao alem de instintos. Sentimentos que condizem com uma alma. Rupper passou praticamente um mes inteiro ao lado de sua amada, tentando amenizar de alguma forma a dor que aquela cadela sentia com o tumor estruindo seus orgaos. Tenha certeza que seu cao chora. Chora com lagrimas sim. Muitas vezes vi lagrimas nos olhos negros do Rupper. Muitas vezes fui dar carinho a Peggy e de alguma forma conseguia sentir a dor do Rupper.Quando Peggy morreu fizemos uma pequena sepultura no quintal da casa da Hillary. Rupper ainda esta vivo. Acredito que todo o carinho que ele recebe de Hillary tenha uma grande contribuicao para isso, apesar do vazio que sei que ficou em sua vida. Ela conta que ainda hoje ele passa toda a tarde ao lado do local onde sua amada esta repousando. Acredito nisso, pois e fato que existem diversos relatos que cachorros que permanecem no lugar onde seus donos foram enterrados por todo o resto das suas vidas. Isso nao e instinto. Isso nao e atitude de um ser irracional sem alma. Isso e emocao pura e simples. Algo que apenas uma alma pode criar. Hillary me disse que sera ao seu lado que, com muita dor, ele tambem sera enterrado. Isso me lembra o filme "Sempre ao seu
lado"...Anatomically the apes are the animals that most resembles to the man. The genetic difference between our friends apes and we humans is about 1.5% only. But I always believed that dogs tend to have a soul closer to ours. O.o Ohhh Call me a heretic, you will, after all, animals have no soul! As I told I prefer to believe that they have, after all some of their behaviors show strongly this. Hillary had a couple of Labradors, Peggy and Ruppe. There weren't brothers. Ruppe had almost the same age as Peggy. If not, about three months of difference. Peggy had been found abandoned under a bridge near her house, next to the margin of the frozen river. Shivered. Weak from hunger and thirst, Hillary took Peggy in her arms and carried her home where she took care of the little dying puppy.They grew up together and during that time were nurturing a kind of relationship that once I knew only in humans (and perhaps speaking, dolphins). That was love. Ruppe showed no interest in other dogs in the region, contesting paradigm of the "alpha male instinct" - The purpose of the male of every species is only procreation. I always thought it a good excuse to stay with more than one woman... But that dog has proved to me that when you have an unconditional love, even the most primitive instincts can't twist you. Sadly Peggy was born with (or developed) a problem that prevented her to have puppies and in the future would bring her a cancer that would lead to her death.In her last days I've been around and I could see that these animals are not just instincts. These creatures feel much beyond that. They feel sad, happy, love, hate, they have feelings that go beyond instincts. Feelings that leads to a soul. Ruppe has spent almost a whole month next to his lover, trying to somehow lessen the Peggys pain by the tumor that was destroying her body. And be sure that your dog cries. Yes, he cry with tears. Many times I saw tears in the black eyes of Ruppe. Many times I caressed Peggy and somehow I could feel the pain of Ruppe.When Peggy died we made a little grave in the Hillary's backyard. Ruppe is still alive. I believe that all the affection he gets from Hillary has a big contribution to this, despite the emptiness that I know that took his life. She says that even today he spends all afternoon next to the site where his loved one is lying. I believe that because the fact that there are several reports of dogs that remain in the place where their owners were buried throughout the rest of their lives. This is not instinct. This attitude isn't from an irrational being without a soul. That emotion is pure and simple. Something that only a soul can create. Hillary told me will be by Peggy's side that, with much pain, he will be buried someday. This reminds me the movie "Hachiko: A Dog's
I heard this history in one CD of Father Airton Freire, from Fundacao Terra. Its one of the gifts that I always receive together with the bills that we use to do donations for this foundation. The track name is exactly that, Felipe.FelipeAnd so happened that in the end of June, was, myself, standing around 15Km from Arcoverde, Felipe came.- It wasn't possible that kid had arrived here! - That was my first thought.The place has nothing. No car was arrived. It was around the ninth hour, 15 o'clock. The time when there's beginning the mercy asking, in the time of our Lord. He had his feet bleeding and scared eyes. A children with a weak body, figured by the hungry. He was using only a red color shorts.My biggest concern was that Felipe was only seven years old. I asked him:- Felipe, how did you get here?- On feet...- Who came with you?- I came Alone...- What time did you get out from your home?- Very early... It was still dark.- Did you already eat today?- No. Nothing...- What did you come to do here?- I came only to be near you...- "Estrupiado"?- Yeap..."Estrupiado" is a word used in the Sertao of Pernambuco (desert region from state of Pernambuco) that means that, for had walked so much, youre so hurt that you can't walk anymore.I put Felipe on my arms. The blood footprints were in the floor. I shed water, vinegar and salt on his feet and yet he didn't cry.Once he had fed, we covered the floor with a towel and he, who could no longer walk, stood silent, watching. He looked at me with eyes wide opened, as if waiting to be reproached.I got closer to him. And looking right into his eyes I told him:- Felipe, I, your Father, love you.He, after heard me say that three times, collapsed in tears as he was feeling a great relief or pain. He which didn't cry even in his strength limit, couldn't hold himself there. After walking kilometers, Felipe received as reward the embrace of the Father. And from Himself heard the confession "I love you.". After bleeding, could not hold on himself and cried. What didn't make he cry by bleeding his feet, made he cry inside his heart. Son trust. Paternal welcome. Felipe, almost seven years old. Felipe, from today and on, I will watch over you! Para trocar o fundo de um video, existe o efeito Chroma Key.Para realizar tal efeito, e preciso de um fundo com uma cor que se diferencie da cor da pele humana, Ou das roupas que voce esteja usando no momento da gravacao.Por esse motivo as cores padroes de Chroma Key sao:Verde, Azul, e vermelho. (Outras cores tambem podem ser utilizadas, mas isso vai depender do trabalho que deseja desenvolver).Mas o foco do nosso tutorial, e ensinar como ter um chroma key caseiroEntao utilizaremos o verde que e o mais comum.O tecido ou a tinta usada em Studio, sao muito caros, e o preco e inconveniente se voce nao e dono de
Studio.Demos uma pesquisada na tonalidade da cor e encontramos uma cor que chega bem perto da tonalidade exta do tecido original.Fomos pesquisar em depositos de construcao e encontramos o VERDE LIMAO.Voce pode encontrar essa cor em qualquer deposito de construcao. E pintar a sua parede de acordo a sua necessidade.Ja o tecido, encontramos um verde com a tonalidade bem mais forte que a do tecido original. Mas se voce andar um pouco pode encontrar um que chegue bem perto do tom original, a questao do tecido e um pouco mais delicada, pois o tecido deve ser um tecido grosso para que a luz nao o ultrapasse.Comprei o meu tecido em uma loja de tecidos, e o mesmo tecido usado em mesas de bilhar.paguei cerca de R$ 7,00 no metro do tecido.Ja a barra para sustentar o tecido, voce pode encontrar em depositos de construcao, ou usar um cabo de madeira. O cabo que usei custou cerca de 12,00. Dai entao voce pode costurar e fazer a barra do tecido para que ele nao venha a se desfiar com o passar do tempo e uso.E faca uma barra com o espaco suficiente para que o cabo passe por dentro exatamente como mostrado na imagem abaixo:Agora a Iluminacao, eu particularmente uso refletores, que podem ser comprados em depositos de construcao. Porem os refletores causam um efeito na gravacao, pois a lampadas utilizadas em refletores, sao de luz amarela e a sua gravacao fica com a tonalidade meio amarelada. Mas isso pode ser resolvido, voce pode usar uma lampada fluorescente para reter um pouco o amarelado.Ou se preferir pode comprar um refletor para lampada fluorescente.Lembrando que a lampada do refletor deve ser de 150W, pois se usar uma de 200W causaria um efeito hepatite em sua gravacao.Boa sorte na sua empreitada!Em breve teremos mais novidades no blog, volte sempre!