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Escrevo do alto de mais uma janela cinza no coracao londrino - quando deveria este vento frio estar me soprando ao Oriente Medio. A Beiture; ao Libano, terra do avo que nao conheci. Terra de glorias, belezas, tragedias, cicatrizes. Lugar de guerra e de festa sem igual, um lugar desconhecido por onde habitou meu desejo desde a infancia. Da frustracao de vovo e dos planos vindouros de minha mae.O que e o Libano eu saberia ainda hoje, a meia hora do dia acabar - por pelo menos ate o proximo par de semanas. A mala onde guardo os sonhos cumpridos, no entanto, voltara mais leve ao Brasil. A memoria, mais vaga. As historias, escritas somente da esquerda a direita e de cima a baixo. O cedro, um emaranhado de galhos magros e nus.Um pedaco do Ocidente na aresta ortodoxa oriental. As montanhas, os vilarejos. Kesrouan, Jounieh, Biblos. Dois Irmaos. A cidade reconstruida. A burca. O patriarca. O Hezbollah. Cristaos, muculmanos. O gosto do narguile. O tio Jamel. Os resquicios de bomba que ainda mutilam transeuntes. A culinaria. O Exercito no meio da rua. A tradicoes, a danca, o canto por tantas noites. Os personagens de Milton Hatoum. O relato dilucido e saboroso de meu irmao. Aqueles que foram e nao voltaram. Os que voltaram. Os primos da juventude, do litoral agora distante. O sobrenome que nao tenho na certidao, mas carrego no sangue.O imaginario errante e laconico rascunha um pais fragmentado num quebra-cabeca - mas o vento frio da janela inglesa sopra suas mil pecas para muito longe daqui. Minhas interrogacoes caladas explodem o Libano mais uma vez.A despeito de minha poltrona vazia, o BD907 com destino a Beirute levou consigo todas as minhas perguntas. Sabe o destino, contudo, o voo que me trara as respostas. Perguntassem-me qual foi o sonho que nao realizei depois de dois anos e meio no Velho Mundo, nao hesitaria em responder: tocar no meio da rua por uns trocados ou umas risadas. Nao o fiz na rua, para transeuntes casuais, mas o fiz no mar - para uma plateia que beirava as mil pessoas.Com voces... A historia completa, prometo, vem num proximo post. Se e que o video ja nao diz tudo... O texto e dele. Sem quase nada conseguir dizer agora, faco pretensiosamente das palavras dele pra mim as minhas pra ele:http://madrugaemclaro.blogspot.com/2010/11/genio-inenarravel.htmlValeu, Ernani. Que dor, meus amigos corintianos e meus rivais a gargalhar sem pausas. Mas que alivio. O coracao alvinegro esta, enfim, curado deste sofrimento que por um seculo pareceu sem cura. O coracao, sempre escravo deste desejo que ironicamente carrega em seu nome a ideia do libertador, descansa na paz de quem, mesmo cego e surdo, agora ve e ouve a verdade a se estampar nas lacunas da tradicao centenaria: nao e do Sport Club Corinthians Paulista ser dono da America. O e, como ja diz o teu proprio cantico, ser do Brasil o clube mais brasileiro. Mas, olha la, que nao passe das margens verde-amarelas!Pressuponho a licenca de William Shakespeare a fim de pretensiosamente parodia-lo: ha mais coisas entre a Taca Libertadores
e o Parque Sao Jorge do que sonha nossa va analise esportiva. Nao ha razao que explique o malogrado caminho em busca do sonho maior. O fracasso nao veio dos pes de Ronaldo, fenomeno da superacao e heroi acima do bem e do marcador da balanca; nao veio das maos do Mano mais bravo e lucido que os manos da arquibancada ja viram na ultima decada. O estrago nao e obra da penalidade infantil do jovem Moacir na primeira partida e nao e obra da pressao da midia nem da ansiedade incontida dos torcedores. Todos eles sao detalhes a recompor uma historia que ja se repetiu na atuacao de outros craques, tecnicos e jogadores inexperientes.A desgraca corintiana e uma novela famosa a buscar sempre novos interpretes. O tempo, senhor da razao e da justica, absolve Tevez, Nilmar e os galacticos do iraniano maluco. Absolve Geninho, Osvaldo de Oliveira, Ademar Braga e os laterais Roger e Coelho. O tempo absolve Marcelinho, os arbitros e os goleiros que erraram na disputa desta taca que jamais sera nossa. Maktub, diria Paulo Coelho. Nelson Rodrigues, mais entendido de futebol e de literatura, atribuiria a perseguicao intrinseca e inexplicavel ao Sobrenatural de Almeida. Mais sabio e mais promissor que ambos, porem, o amigo Andre Piunti, colega de profissao e sofrimento, sucintamente reconheceu em mensagem apos a partida contra o Flamengo: E. A gente ja sabia.Escrevi, em 2003, O sonho NAO acabou. O Corinthians perdera para o River Plate num Morumbi lotado e eu, mesmo deixando o estadio em solucos e lagrimas, tive a conviccao, no dia seguinte, de que se tratara apenas de uma derrota. A ultima parte do texto dizia algo como O sonho ficara guardado ate o dia em que gritarmos, definitivamente, e campeao. Na epoca, iniciando a faculdade de jornalismo, eu queria mudar o mundo e ver o meu time campeao da Libertadores. Em 2006, quase terminando o curso, ja nao acreditava muito no primeiro sonho mas o segundo se mantinha de pe. E o Corinthians perdeu de novo. Hoje, quatro anos depois, percebo com nitidez que e bem mais facil mudar o mundo a ver o Timao conquistar a America. O choro que preocupou minha senhora no meio da madrugada da ultima quarta-feira e decerto imaginado por minha mae no alem-mar nao e de tristeza. E o vomito da esperanca guardada dentro de cada corintiano desde o seu nascimento. O choro, que por pouco nao me sufoca para sempre, para sempre me lava da ambicao que nao se cumprira jamais. O Corinthians continuara a ser o maior rival do Santos, do Sao Paulo e do Palmeiras e o esforco agressivo destes torcedores em ridicularizar o reves alvinegro e a maior prova disso. O Corinthians continuara a ser amado, por mim e pelo bando de loucos, sempre e irrestritamente fieis, assim como continuara a ser figura entre os primeiros do esporte bretao. Continuara a viver das tradicoes e glorias mil, a ser o orgulho dos desportistas do Brasil pelo teu passado e pelo teu presente. O Corinthians sera para sempre grande e altaneiro. Vencer
nos fez com eternidade dentro de nos (cap. 3 verso 11); nao nos quedamos a morte, queremos a vida. Fugimos daquela e agendamos constantemente esta.Cada velorio sepultamos um pouco de nos. A terra que e jogada no ritual da despedida e o ensaio daquela que nos espera.
coisas e pessoas.Fiquei na janela um tempinho olhando, respirando fundo a poluicao da capital...ate que reparei um solzinho vindo de lado, bem de leve. Coloquei a cabeca pra fora da janela...e o vi!! O sol tava la, dando "tchau" pra quinta feira, certo de que cumpriu o que tinha pra fazer hoje. Me senti engracada por estar feliz em ver o sol. Mas e isso. Eu nao tinha visto antes de procurar. E por isso logo conclui que o dia era "como outro qualquer". Mas, na verdade, nunca e!E dependeu so de mim. Ninguem mais.Foto: Joyce B. Henrique de Paula
Quem e o outro para mim ? Sartre traria uma resposta bastante negativa a esta pergunta, sendo seguido por J. Lacan.O outro e o ideal de mim. O meu espelhamento. Desejamos no outro uma continuidade de nos mesmos. Nos agradamos em conviver com quem pensa igual ou com quem concorde com tudo o que diga ou penso.Idealizamos o conjuge. Queremos nossas respostas carimbadas nos labios dele. Queremos que o caminho trilhado por ele seja sempre chancelado pelas nossas pegadas. Assim e mais facil. Nao e preciso questionar a mim mesmo. Nao sou contrariado nos meus desejos. No mito de Narciso o que e apaixonante e a propria imagem.Idealizamos os filhos. Queremos que eles cumpram missoes frustradas que nao pudemos cumprir. Lancamos profecias sobre eles, lhes pesando os ombros com coisas que nao deles, sao nossas. Por vezes isso pode fazer bem, mas na maioria, nao.O outro e o maior desafio para a convivencia saudavel. O questionamento de nos mesmos naquilo que nos e toleravel... assim nascem as redes sociais, os grupos de ajuda, as comunidades religiosas, os times esportivos: aglutinacao naquilo e essencial e respeito nas diferencas que nao essenciais.Mas o que e essencial? Despeco-me de mais uma vida que passou pela minha vida.Morreu Rubem Alves, Teologo, poeta, escritor (tambem de literatura infantil),educador, alem disso tudo, humano e apaixonado pelo que e humano.Com visao psicanalitica da vida, facilitava-nos a percepcao de nos mesmos.Por uma aula de Teologia Contemporanea nos tempos de graduacao, proporcionadapelo seu colega de formacao (Oadi Salum), meu entao professor;Por uma noite em que saiu com alguns alunos veteranos do curso de Teologia para uma pizza;Por algumas palestras ouvidas no decorrer da minha historia: algumas pessoalmente,outras "youtubeanamente"Por alguns alguns livros autografados;Por tantos outros lidos e relidos;Despeco-me com raiva da morte e decepcionado com o tempo: este que nos fogee aquela que nos atropela fortuitamente...Citando Cecilia Meireles: (O rei do mar)"...Curta vida. Longo mar.Por agua brava ou serenadeixamos nosso cantar,vendo a voz como e pequenasobre o comprimento do ar.Se alguem ouvir, temos pena:so cantamos para o mar..." Tenho esse blog para extravasar emocoes: quando muito, quando me entorna, quando transborda, entao, buscar transformar esses afetos em palavras me coloca no eixo, me da luz ao reencontro do caminho."Cada um sente de um jeito as coisas..." ouvi isso hoje.Em algumas decadas atras ouvi que somos chamados a ajuntar cacos, mas nao somos chamados a cuidar para que nao se quebre... entao, quando se vive os riscos de se quebrar nao ha busca de manutencoes; quebra dos acordos, das relacoes, das verdades de que se cre.Ajuntar cacos e o que se ha fazer depois que esta quebrado. Nao ha outro caminho. Limpar, descartar ou reciclar e tocar a vida... o que se foi, foi. Nao ha mais. Ha memorias, nao ha inteiros.Quando ha cacos, nao ha mais interice, se der para colar os cacos, serao cacos colados, nao o inteiro.O que resta ? Resta a essencia, como diria Aristoteles. Os cacos sao acidente do acidente. A essencia: areia; o acidente: a peca; outro acidente: os cacos.Mas no trabalho de ajuntar cacos ha que
Travel writing isnt writing about your familys vacation.It isnt writing about what you liked or didnt like about your last trip. Andit definitely isnt about writing about destinations so that you can travel forfree.Travel writing is writingabout places, persons, and things in other places--also writing about how totravel, when to travel, and advice on travelingall with the reader in mind.Its about relaying your travel experiences to others so that they may emulatethem or at the very least not make the same mistakes you did. And its writingabout things in your own back yard that are exotic to everyone else---a localfarmer's market, historic site, restaurant, museum.To be a good travel writer,you need to be ON all the time, not just when you want to. When youre onvacation, you do what you want when you want. Youre mind focuses on the placeyoure visiting only when it wants to. But to interpret a destination for yourreaders, you have to look for new angles on the same old things while at thesame time sharing your pleasure with your readers.But before we go further intotravel writing, we need to take a look at the readers that will devour what yousay about a place. There are three parts to the communication processthesender (the writer), the receiver (the reader), and the message. When you werein school, you subconsciously learned that the writer was the most importantpart of the process because in academic writing, thats the case. But ingeneral writing, including travel writing, the reader is the most importantpart of the process. If a writer doesnt think about the reader before writing,the reader most likely wont be interested or might possibly not understandwhat the writer is saying.How did travel writing begin?Travel has a long history. People have always traveled--from ancientcaravansaries to modern resorts. But travel writing began, more or less, duringElizabethan times. Shakepeare got much of the background material for his plays,such as the "Merchant of Venice" and "Romeo and Juliet"from Elizabethan travel guides to Italy.Why is it needed?Travel writing celebrates the differences in manners and customs around theworld. It helps the reader to understand other people and places. And it helpsreaders plan their own trips and avoid costly mistakes while traveling. But,most of all, it lets readers travel to far-off destinations that they may neversee. One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of theroad, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So hepulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was stillsputtering when he approached her.Even with the smile on hisface, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Washe going to hurt her? He didnt look safe; he looked poor and hungry. He couldsee that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how shefelt. It was those chills which only fear can put in you. He said, Im here tohelp you, maam. Why dont you wait in the car where its warm? By the way, myname is Bryan Anderson.Well, all she
had was a flattire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the carlooking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soonhe was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began totalk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passingthrough. She couldnt thank him enough for coming to her aid.Bryan just smiled as he closedher trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been allright with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could havehappened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. Thiswas not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows therewere plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole lifethat way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she sawsomeone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed,and Bryan added, And think of me.He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold anddepressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into thetwilight.A few miles down the road thelady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chilloff before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy lookingrestaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar toher. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. Shehad a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldnterase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but shenever let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered howsomeone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she rememberedBryan.After the lady finished hermeal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to getchange for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out thedoor. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wonderedwhere the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.There were tears in her eyeswhen she read what the lady wrote: You dont owe me anything. I have beenthere too. Somebody once helped me out, the way Im helping you. If you reallywant to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love endwith you.Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.Well, there were tables toclear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made itthrough another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed intobed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady
had written. How couldthe lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby duenext month, it was going to be hard....She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, shegave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, Everythings going to be allright. I love you, Bryan Anderson.There is an old saying Whatgoes around comes around.
Many students have asked us for ways of expressing frustration or anger, however we wanted to avoid swear words, those can be found in most movies nowadays. We thought we'd pass on some expressions, and their meaning.Blow a fuse: If you blow a fuse, you suddenly lose your temper and become very angry: "Rodrigo blew a fuse yesterday when he discovered that his ipod had been stolen." Cheesed off: If someone is cheesed off with something, they are annoyed, bored or frustrated: "Julie is absolutely cheesed off with her job".For crying out loud: This expression is used to show irritation, exasperation or anger. "For crying out loud! Turn that television off!"A bad hair day: Originating as a humorous comment about one's hair being unmanageable, this term has broadened to mean 'a day when everything seems to go wrong'. "What's wrong with Jenny? Is she having a bad hair day?" Give it a rest! : If someone tells you to give it a rest, they are asking you to stop doing something such as complaining or talking continuously."All you talk about is politics - give it a rest...please! " Go ballistic: When someone goes ballistic, they become very angry. "My dad went ballistic when he saw the state of the garden after the barbecue."Good riddance: This expression is used to express relief at becoming free of an unpleasant or unwanted person or thing. "Our horrible neighbour has moved house, and all I can say is 'good riddance'!"Kick yourself: If you feel like kicking yourself, you are angry with yourself for something you have done or not done. "I could have kicked myself for forgetting Julie's birthday."Mind their own business: Telling someone to mind their own business is a way of saying that they are too interested in what other people are doing, or that they are interfering in something that does not concern them: "Don't tell me what to do - just mind your own business!"Short fuse: When someone has a short fuse, they are likely to become angry easily or quickly. "Be careful how you explain the situation. The boss has a very short fuse these days!"A storm is brewing: To say that a storm is brewing means that the atmosphere indicates that there is going to be trouble, probably with outbursts of anger or emotion. "As soon as we saw Pete's face, we knew there was a storm brewing."That's going too far! : If you go too far, you do something that is considered extreme or unacceptable. "Stealing is bad, but stealing from a poor person - that's going too far!"Get off my back: If you tell somebody to get off your back, you ask them to stop finding faults or criticizing you. "Ok, I understand now get off my back and get on with it!" Imagine yourself in the future...Imagine you can talk to native speakers just like you talk in your first language. Imagine other people wanting to speak English as well as you do. Imagine the possibility of writing e-mail to people from all over the world.Remember that
you are already goodYou already know some English (youre reading an article in English right now). Thats a big success! Now its time for more successes. Time to start using powerful methods of effective learning. Time to gain an impressive knowledge of English.Remember there's always a lot more you can learn.You are good, but your English probably isnt perfect. You probably cant understand English-language TV, read books in English, talk to native speakers easily, write letters without mistakes, etc.You should never think your English is perfect. Even if you are the best student in your class, always try to find your weak areas and work on them. When youve learned to speak English well, your problems will be quite small: punctuation, rarely used grammar structures, rare words, understanding street language. Right now, your problems are probably more basic: mistakes in pronunciation, small vocabulary, grammar problems with the present perfect tense and conditional structures.Use English whenever you can.Probably the most important way to improve your motivation is to use English.Using English is fun. It is simply very enjoyable to use your English to read a good book, understand a song, watch an interesting movie, get an answer to a computer problem, exchange e-mails with a native speaker, etc. The more you use English, the more you will want to use it.This is great, because using English is learning English. When youre reading an interesting article or watching an exciting movie, you are using your English, but you are also learning new words and phrases. When youre writing a message on an English-language discussion forum, you are using your English, but you are also practicing your writing.But using English can also improve your general attitude to English and increase your motivation to study English in other ways. For example, if you see that your knowledge of English pronunciation helps you understand a movie or speak more clearly, you will be motivated to study pronunciation even more. If you see that checking your sentences in a search engine lets you write error-free e-mail messages, you will want to keep doing that. If you memorize some words with SuperMemo and later you come across them in a movie or an article, you will want to add even more things to SuperMemo.Talk to people about EnglishThis is a very simple method, but it is very effective. Heres how it works:You usually talk about things which interest you. But the opposite is true, too. If you start talking about a boring subject, you will begin to get interested in it.Imagine you are studying a subject that you hate. You are bored and tired, but you have to pass the test tomorrow. If there are people near you, you have two options: you can tell everybody how much you are suffering or you can tell those people about the things youve learned. If you choose the first option, you will only feel worse.If you choose the second option, and start a conversation on the boring subject, you will begin to look at it in a totally different way. Suddenly