PARLAMENTO EUROPEU ORGANIZA CONFERÊNCIA PARA DEBATER FENÓMENO EM ASCENSÃO E QUE TEM POR ALVO EMPRESAS E EMPRESÁRIOS SEM ACESSO A FUNDOS BANCÁRIOS E O BRANQUEAMENTO DE CAPITAIS
A crise financeira e seu impacto sobre os países europeus está a preocupar as autoridades policiais e judiciais. A falta de liquidez dos bancos que cresce a olhos vistos tem levado as empresas europeias a recorrer a outras fontes de financiamento.
I Had a Baby”- Sinéad O’Connor
Sinéad O’Connor (sketch)
Sinéad performing while pregnant
’I Had A Baby’
I had a baby and he looks just like me
A bald headed baby, he’s been the makings of me
His eyes are so blue, just like you
But you haven’t seen him
And I don’t know what to tell him
I don’t know what to tell him!
I had a thing with a man and he wasn’t mine to be with
I woke up one June day with him up inside me, hey
That did excited me, and I was crazy
I was always crazy!
But I had a baby…
so I’m never sorry!
He’s been the makings of me
And when he asks, I’ll tell him
That you love him, but you can’t be here
And when he says why
I say, I don’t know why
Because I don’t know why!
You should suffer instead of me
Over shit that’s because of me
I wish it wasn’t so crazy
broke my mind tell this time
But I had a baby, so beautifully
He’s been the makings of me
I had a fling with a man who wasn’t mine to be with
I woke up one June day with him up inside me
That did excited me, and I was crazy
I was always crazy!
Album: How About I Be Me (And You Be You) (2011)
I dedicate this post of mine to all my blog followers. Once in a while it’s time you thanked people for being, simply for being. I may sound a bit hyperbolic or rather romantic. I’m all that, yes, among other things. But being thankful has nothing to do with romanticism or exaggerating feelings.
I’ve learnt from my Mum to be thankful: to God and to those who do us some good and help us to live better and to feel happier in this path of life. I do not usually thank God, I must confess. And I kind of ‘envy’ Mum for that. A little faith in something ‘above all’ would certainly help me a lot throughout hard times and GOOD ones- God wouldn’t certainly like to be handled as “blackmail”, nor would like to be remembered of only in the darkest of days, being called for as if he was 911 / 112 over here), but I simply can’t do it.
It’s part of me to tell people, close people around, what they mean to me and how much I love them. Furthermore I’ve learnt to do it whenever I feel like doing it, spontaneously, also to others who are not that close, but who(m) I value, too. One never knows when tomorrow is (not) too late for that.
And you people, in a way anonymous, in a way virtual, have shown to be a lot more PEOPLE than tons of others I do know ‘in flesh’ and to whom I have been talking to for ages! You come by, read my posts, comment on them when you have time or wish to do so, leave a positive thinking a message, a simple wink and…help me living. Better. Happier. You UNDERSTAND me and through your honest critics I get to know me a lot more. This is a way of self-improvement, too.
Now…highly important!!!!
You people, dear fe(o)llow bloggers, have been helping me to love you. In a way, you’re already part of me. In a way you’re family or even beyond blood family boundaries, not always necessarily the best ones, nor the ones we’ve dreamt of. You belong to the family we choose for ourselves.
I’m familiar with Ion Vincent Danu‘s art, writing, inner conflicts, love and dis-love for van Gogh, his ‘hero’ of almost a life(…), with Barb‘s ideas, writing and apparently serious personality (…), with Jessica Accardi‘s posts and sensitivity (…), with ‘thebrightoldoak”s poetry, rather foreign language good knowledge (…), with Daniel Kons young art, heart and soul, but rather mature and critical world view (…), with Hélio do Couto´s young spirit at 74, a non-educated, kind and tender Brazilian man trying so hard to get into touch with the outside world (‘Internet betrays me all the rime’, he says, kidding, once he writes as he speaks, and it’s hard on him to be fast enough) trying so hard to find relatives back in the grandpa’s homeland (Portugal, my home country)!), and (forgive me those who I do not mention personally, but who I’m getting to know as time goes by)… all this simply, entirely and gratefully fills and fulfils a great part of my life. The sharing part, the sharing of writing, of ideas, feelings, emotions, opinions (…), of being read, of having feedbacks.
I can not say but thanks. I wrote for years in my mother tongue and only in it. And my dear Portuguese attracted no one. Were (are) all Portuguese bloggers asleep?! (…) In a country that calls itself “the land of poets”, it occurs to me ‘we’ are only lovers of the dead ones. And once dead even the ‘poorest’ of poets become the best. For a while. Then we get back again to the “old references”, or we “worship” those who come out of nowhere in the middle of a storm as a revolution, but even those are politically and carefully picked up and remain untouchable icons, are taught at school with the wind of change, or with the wind of unchange and… who dares who propose others?
Probably ’cause I posted mostly poetry, my soul’s mirror, no one noticed my blog. Maybe it was my fault: I’m far too demanding out of … I’d better not conclude my thought! well, no one really has to like my writing nor my mental diarrhea.
Till the day Ion Vincent Danu ‘discovered me’. Out of nowhere, there he was, with an astonishing, lovely comment, a Canadian painter of Romanian roots who found out on “wordpress” something written in a language similar to his mother tongue. And he got the gist of it! How come?, I thought. And so it seems to be: both languages have lots of similarities. ‘Cousins, they are’, says Danu.
I thank the English language as well! The one I’m in love with since the very “green years” of my childhood when it came to me through music and through the lyrics I repeated, or gave a try, inventing a lot… Oh gosh! The words I made up… so many words for my “by-that-time-English language-dictionary”! Apparently It seems to have worked.
Leave you all this message, together with music to warm, feed and cheer up your souls. I couldn’t find a more appropriate one “to close my post with a golden key.”
Coldplay
Acronyms made our life's verbal aspect easier, but you'll frown at this list!
I'm thankful for the invention of it. I can breath smoothly while talking because there's no need for me to say 'National Aeronautics and Space Administration'; I'll just mouth NASA. It's more convenient and safe too, especially when in conversation about a person in the vicinity. It would mean no harm if I say TBT than 'That Bastard There' or 'TIIC' than 'Those Idiots in Charge'.
“If you can’t find happiness inside yourself, you’ll never find it in the outside world, no matter where you move. Wherever you go, there you are. You take yourself with you. This is the essence of happiness—learning to find inner contentment in any situation.”
via Road to Happiness Movie
reblogged from: http://reinventingmyselfinto.com/2012/06/word-snob/
MY OWN OPINION ON “BEING HAPPY” AND ON THE ‘MOVIE’
I don’t really think there’s a road to happiness as an aim of life. Somehow everyone answers “I want to be happy” when asked about the most desirable “thing” in life. However I don’t believe that such a state of “being happy” really exists. It would have no sense at all as a goal of life. Once reached, fulfilled, what would one live for?!
Happiness is a rather deep feeling, an almost ecstatic one, that we experience just once in a while. It is very different from joy, gladness, satisfaction, pleasure or even contentment. Happiness can embrace all these feelings and others can be still added to the ‘list’ our positive emotions! That’s why we simply couldn’t feel and be happy all the time. It wouldn’t matter how hard we tried: we just couldn’t. Our human nature doesn’t allow us to stop fighting, to give ourselves to passivity, to stand still and say “I’m happy now. I’ve reached my goal of life. (It sounds a bit like as if we were ready to tell: I can die now.)” Our essence is unsatisfied itself. Mine at least is, as far as giving and getting are concerned. I’m far too demanding, first and above all from myself. And it seems never to be enough. Nevertheless I feel far more comfortable in giving, in loving. That’s my sea.
Fortunately we’re not happy all the time. And someone who tells it, either lies (to himself, above all) or is unconscious. Or too simple a person to even think about the meaning of “being happy”. No wonder ” ignorant” and unconscious people are usually the happiest ones! Knowledge, wisdom and the entire conscience of things around and inside us don’t set us free to be so.
I can say “I’m happy for you!”; “I’ve had a very happy day”; “Gosh! I’m so happy now!”, (and this is my viewpoint on the issue from the very beginning of my comment, I reinforce the idea, without making an absolute truth out of it – there’s no such concept!) but this “Being happy forever and ever” only exists in fairly tales. And even these can have different readings and funny, remarkable endings! This reminds me of a German fairy tale, “Die Froschprinzessin” (The princess frog) - I’m not quite sure about the exact translation into English-, whose story is not relevant for what I mean but its ending that goes like this: “They got married, had tons of kids and lived happily ever after. And if they haven’t died yet, then they are still alive.”
From fairy tales that feed the dream world of kids and that we read them before falling asleep back to happiness that keeps us wide awake, alive and kicking, in a sort of “state of grace”, how would we value it if we “had” it all the time?! It’s certainly safe and sound to “taste” a bit from all “flavours” from the world of feelings. They belong to us, are part of us and it’s only feeling (them) that we can decide which ones make us feel good. We can’t avoid them: they are part of life and nature as rainy, sunny and stormy days, but we can learn how to deal with them. And we can LEARN from and with them.
Our life is sort of a road. And we never know what we’re going to find at the end of it. Sometimes we drive too slow; sometimes too fast. Other times we must choose between left or right or we simply drive straight on. Quite often we get lost at unknown places, where the road-signs are not visible enough or when we’re not careful (n)or focussed. Then we need help. Some of us almost go mad trying to find it on the road map; others prefer to get out of the car, take a deep breath, look around and walk towards the nearest soul we get a glimpse of in order to ask for help. After a while we listen to ourselves laughing out loud in-between what’s about to become a non-ending talk. Before turning backwards on the next roundabout, we still get some time for a coffee and while we get into the car and listen to that “See you! Drive safe!” we realize we’ve made a friend out of a stranger in the middle of nowhere. Often we must drive the same way twice, meaning an almost nervous breakdown or a change to notice what we missed the first time. Our arrival is always unpredictable: we never know the exact time; we never know how we’ll arrive (mad at us for getting lost? Tired? Angry because of all that traffic jam? Furious for not having left home earlier? Pleased for having met someone new? Glad?( We’re not that late!) Happy? (I’m home! I’m OK.! Someone I love is waiting for me!); we don’t even know if we’ll get there. Desirable is not to think too much about it everyday, otherwise we’ll live much too scared and this means we won’t live.
There’s no road to happiness but you can find happiness on the road. It’s a bit like saying: “It’s not happy people who care about others, but it is caring about others that you feel happy.”
Trying to keep the kid alive inside ourselves in adult age is a secret to keep a young spirit and an open mind. We are cheerful, sweet, tender and trustful. Mad sometimes, as well. But a certain doses of madness is essential to our own emotional equilibrium. We laugh as much as we cry. And ( highly important!) we don’t hide our emotions. So bitterness doesn’t grow up inside, nor a stone takes the place of our heart.
And we feel happy more often!
