Wednesday, July 23, 2014

.:musicography - part 12:.


some people certainly saw this one coming... but this is not about her, I'd rather not... this is about him...



funny how you fight all your adolescence to be anything different from your parents and, still, one fine day you wake up and BANG you are every bit just like them... and surprisingly? you wouldn't change it for the world...



I have intricate degrees of both of them waved into my being... so much so that it is difficult to decide whether it was me choosing to be this way or they planting the seed day after day over the years...


That time of our lives was hard... on all of us... we endured... we fought... we received the blow... we stuck together...




she had her way of loving openly... but he, he loves fully, givingly, extremely, but silently... sometimes it can be difficult for people to spot it, they overlook it... but if you pay just a little bit of attention to the small details it doesn't matter that his voice is so loud and grave... it makes no difference that he storms around if he believes to be on the right...


because he loves, more profoundly than most people I know... and I'm really lucky to have him around...

I guess this was the hardest part of leaving Rio again... having to leave him behind...

this song is for him, each and every time I sing it... now and always... 

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

.:about being an indian:.

more often than not posts here are about the pea... this one as well... ^^

it is no mystery she has been having a hard time adapting to separation when I have to go away... I'm happy to report that today was the first day she waved goodbye happily and told me:

"Ci vediamo dopo, mamma. Perchè torni sempre." (see you later, mommy. because you always come back.") and it feels great to leave your daughter while she is sporting a smile, rather than fighting the caretaker with all her might while screaming her lungs away...

Hot weather is calling to us... and this post is a picture happy one... excuse us if it takes a little to load, and each picture has a little something scattered there, disconnected from the other (mostly), but telling her story all the same...


walking to the in-laws
her: Guarda, mamma. ci sono le api, fanno il miele per thais. sono brave le api.
(look, mommy. There are bees, they make honey for me. They are nice the bees.)



Skills: eating an ice-cream cone with minimum waste - accomplished!


"Mamma, ho imparato a fare le capriole!" 
*or so she believes... ;)


Watching "Grease" more specifically "Grease Lightining"
"Ohhh, hai visto che ballano?"


picking her up at school, I find her with different clothing...
me: ti sei fatta la pipi addosso, thais?
lei: non, ho giocato...
me: e perchè ti sei cambiata?
Maestra: ha giocato con il fango.
lei(a big great smile plastered on her face): si! ho giocato con il fango e mi sono divertita tantissimo!

*yep, I can tell how much fun she's had from her shoes... 


Lei: Dove andiamo.
Me: andiamo in biblioteca.
Lei: cos'è la biblioteca?
Me: è dove abitano i libri.

*her answer to that was the smile you see in the picture... ^^


Lei: Guarda! Sono un treno! tchu tchu, café com pao, café com pao... 


*walking to school
"Wow! c'è la mia ombra che mi segue!"


*One week before picture coming back home I see all her friends coming out of school painted with moustache and beard or whiskers... she hates face painting... when I see her not a speckle of paint on her face.
Me: hanno colorato i tuoi amici?
Lei: sì.
me: come mai non sei colorato anche tu?
lei: ma io sono thais, non sono un gatto. e non ho i baffi.

*yesterday she comes back home with indian painting on her face. Last week they were working with the lost boys, this week is the indians (all from peter pan - the first week was for peter and tinker bell, I gave her wings, they gave her a magic wand and fairy dust... uhum, three days to get all the glitter off of her hair)
Me: wow, sei un'indiana.
Lei: sì. hai visto? oggi ho i baffi e cantò e ballo nei fallò... 

apparently being an indian is way better than being a lost boy... I have to agree with that one... ;)