Sunday, August 23, 2009

Music in one room, the television in other...the cold wind wisks through the cracks of the windows. The cup of hot lichie vanilla tea is almost empty. Why didn't he call yet? Will he call? I wonder...I hope...
I can't see very well in this light, must turn it up. The music is perfect for my mood today.It is cold and the rain won't stop, so I will go to the wonderful world of self distraction... Ibirapuera Mall
Or I might go to Morumbi today, but the driving may get in the way. I dislike driving in the pouring rain, I can't see very well. Wish to see cleary now.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Finally the sun decided to come and stay, but the air of the city is as dry as the Sahara desert, according to the news. She must drink tons of water today.
Her son Josh has just come back from a swim in the pool of the buiding and the tv in the bedroom is on. It is nice to have him near, even if in the other room and concentrated on his video games and toys...nice and smart child. The Universe is great, it is one of those perfect ordinary moments.
She loves lazy Sunday mornigs and walking around my with her Hello Kitty short doll. A nice cup of intant coffee and maybe a chat with a friend. All is perfect in the world today. Latter mother and son will be off to the shopping mall for lunch ,kiddy meal or even some nice Japanese sushi and sashimi.
When the sun comes out her soul hangs out to dry and everything seems possilbe. Everything.
Let the sun shine, let the sun shine...! Let the sunshine in.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Getting up at 6 a. m on a freezing August morning...not her cup of tea. She feels a little under the weather but she likes being productive. Two classes to teach in Moema, not that far away. It will get warmer latter...tonight is accoustic guittar night, so that makes the day brighter. Life is good but she needs to put some socks on, no sandals this morning and let's drink a cup of coffe instead. Will buy an electric guitar for her birthday.
The best thing about getting older is that people have given up discouraging you and accept the craziness of your ways...or how normal you actually are, whatever that means... Easy like Sunday Morning...great song for the guitar, by the way. She looks at the wall clock, time to go 6:55 am...just enough time to get some lipstick on and comb her long hair. Today is Tuesday. Ah, and I has got to be red...and look like a Fender, of course...but one day...the real thing!

Friday, August 7, 2009

The invisible woman becomes transparent when she writes...isn´t that a paradox? The more she writes, the more she disappears. That is the point of being invisible!
Ivoninha and Tania surprised her! They just showed up and they enjoyed music together.
She just came back from a Harp concert and now she need to learn a new instrument.
I loved it, It was...just like banging a xylophone ( the only letter x on her kiddy dictionary).She felt silly and loved it, but had to pretend She was playing something just to please the crowd inside herself.
And that is the best kind of music, silly music of the soul. Totally unprofessional!

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Sundown is always the moment when she fells anxious and weary. Sounds like a vampire thing.
Why is still a mystery. Maybe it is just hunger or some female water retention. The invisible woman had raisins and wallnuts as a snack and the right mood kicked in.
A nice shower finished the nice and warm, dripping down her naked body craving for some circulatory time for the other stuff now, maybe latter. Maybe drink some Tru Blood.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

The gentle winter sunshine peeks through the window and places a sky kiss on her cheek. Music decorates the room with cheer and joy after 10 days of gloomy weather. Ready to sing today and that way the good vibes will be the rule and not the exception. Rock rules, of course, and Janis will be present with her particular style to complete the evening.
Her friends may defeat the laziness that the cold weather with no central heating shed upon people in this megacity and show up today. Life is good. Meeting friends is fantastic.