Hello ye flocks of the earth!!! At last, it's Christmas time!!!
That's the time of the year when people get closer, when there are good vibrations everywhere; when we get to spend more time with our relatives, wives and husbands; when we get to see old-time friends who dont't live nearby anymore; it is a time to forgive, a time to accept, a time to ponder and a TIME TO LOVE! I wish everyone a happy-very-jolly-merry-berry-Christmas! And here's a Christmas poem for you:
Christmas came early for you and for me
Christmas with no gifts to open
Christmas without any yuletide tree
Christmas with words of love spoken
Christmas was walking to York hand in hand
Christmas in awe at the Minster
Christmas togetherness was just what we planned
Christmas was chaffed legs and blisters
Christmas was cups of tea served early morn
Christmas was being together
Christmas was loving from dusk until dawn
Christmas remembered forever
Christmas was driving through floods for the view
Christmas ‘our planning’ was starting
Christmas our Christmas meant so much to me
Christmas our bitter sweet parting
Tuesday, 11 December 2012
Friday, 9 November 2012
Yesterday was an amazing evening: One of the best concerts I've ever been to. Here, at Sala São Paulo, we had a beautiful concert with the soprano Renée Fleming and THE PIANIST GERALD MARTIN MOORE. The reason why I'm capitalising the pianist here is because, well, I didn't get to see much advertising about the concert (which is already bad by itself) and, basically, wherever there was any , the information given was only that we'd have a concert with the soprano Renée Fleming - as if she were singing a cappella, right? The wonderful PIANIST GERALD M. MOORE wasn't mentioned at all - in almost none of the flyers. I find it sad, for such a fact reminds me of a great 20th century pianist whose name is Gerald Moore - do pardon the punwise naming here - who once said he couldn't understand why pianists were overshadowed by the very singers they were playing with. And that nonsense behavior unfortunately lingers in the 21st century. While that is something I can only hope will change in time (and hopefully this text will make some people conscious of this scenery...), what's left to me now is congratulating the wonderful duo for their wunderschönes Konzert. Bravi!
Tuesday, 23 October 2012
When I'm using social networks I get to see many grammar/vocabulary/spelling mistakes. Sure enough, we do have a laugh at those mistakes sometimes, we talk to friends about them, but in fact, I do not enjoy putting people down for that - we all make mistakes (in fact, I might be making mistakes right now, as I write this post), be them small mistakes or big ones. But then, it does bother me when somebody does ALL of the following things:
- They write fround upon instead of frowned upon;
- They translate a text with the aid of Google translator and the result is awful (which is often resulting of the lame original writing piece);
- They introduce themselves over the internet as people who speak German, Portuguese, English and French (when I know they don't speak any of those and barely speak their native language...).
What annoys me here its NOT that they make mistakes when writing, but how arrogant they are when they want to get across that they're somebody else, in order to acquire social status. I LOVE languages, however, I don't believe people are worse or better than others because they speak either one or seven different languages. Maybe that's got to do with the growing importance of speaking foreign languages in the business world. There's a certain glamour to people who are bilingual, trilingual, etc. They're seen as beings who come from a different planet. Well, truth is that they're no aliens, but rather, they're people who have studied a lot in order to get that kind of knowledge. So, instead of spending your time trying to look better than the others (when in fact you're only embarrassing yourself), why not try to study a bit?!?!
Sunday, 14 October 2012
One of the greatest things about teaching/learning a foreign language is running into loads of cultural stuff, like this material I'm working on for my postgrad course - this is the 'Power of Words' section, where we're analysing advertising language, persuasion skills, general writing skills, and more... Watch the video to see how nice words can change your day. Thank you, Improv Everywhere guys!
Sunday, 7 October 2012
This is my first writing for this blog, which was created a few weeks ago and, due to my lack of time, had to be kept here waiting for a few lines which were soon to come.
I'd like to say that the sole reason for the creation of this blog was a man's urge to write. A need to express oneself, in a time when individual expression grows dull each day. In a time when, despite the massification of knowledge, people's thoughts tend to get lost in the vortex of a herd culture.
And to give my account of life, since I’m mentioning the herd culture subject, well, I can say I've never really felt as one of its members, and in fact, as I got older I realised I DID NOT want to be part of it (which is contrary to the feelings most of us have when we're teenagers, isn’t it?). Even so, I can’t say I AM NOT a part of it, for I think it’s been getting harder and harder for people to check out of the big society hotel and move to the cold, freezing streets of cultural expatriatism. And so, the option chosen by us in most of the cases is to open our wallets, pay for another night there and have a quiet night’s sleep in a warm and comfortable bed.
Sometimes I feel I’ve been opening my wallet too often though, or maybe I just haven't the the courage to face the cold outside. And at those moments when I’m sitting on my bed at a late hour, feeling nothing but powerlessness, all I got left are my thoughts…
My thoughts! And they are the source of my beliefs, my will to live and to change, my courage and my strength - not mine only, but everyone’s! For each person’s ideas, hopes, even fears are part of their unique identity. And that identity should never be lost, lest people become mere scarecrows in a cucumber field; the unobtrusive elephant in the herd.
No, I’m not and I DO NOT want to be the unnoticed elephant. And therefore I think… therefore I speak, I shout, I write. And the latter has always been my first and best choice whenever I wanted to express my thoughts. What about you? Do you also express your thoughts? How do you do it?