Being over the moon again
“At the beginning she created the title and the subject. And the subject was formless and empty. And her thoughts were hovering over the papers. And she said:
_Let there be words!
And there were words...”
Hello beloved friends.
Greetings from Brazil. More precisely from the state of Espírito Santo in Vila Velha city. It’s been a very long time...as you can see, my World still exists.
First of all. Thanks to BBC LE team. I’m flattered by your invite to write blogs over again. I’m over the moon with this opportunity to catch up with you all: teachers, readers, co-bloggers and the BBC LE team. It’s a party!!! Hello Jackie. I know you from the webcast. Hello Dima. I didn’t know you yet. I read your profile in “Meet the team”. Do you really speak all those languages? My head is a shambles, baffled and cramped just with Portuguese and English words.
Actually, I paused for a short time because of good and bad things that have happened to me in December. I’ve decided to move from my apartment to another one(good thing). I’ve managed to catch up with friends and family during these days(good thing). I even won the lottery that is also a good thing. The bad thing is that I won only R$ 10,00. The same amount I had spent to try my luck. So, I didn’t make any profit in this business. If I won a decent amount, I would do what you all do, to set off to visiting many places in this World and making friends. Maybe I would go shopping in Oxford Street. Perhaps I would see some of you standing out in the middle of the crowd. I think that speaking English in such conditions would be more disorienting than everything, not because of the place or the crowd, but because of you, experts in English.
In December, I had to cope with the death of my uncle from Rio de Janeiro(bad thing). The saving grace is that I could see my cousing that I haven’t seen for a long time(good thing). He is a caring cousing who had a brain damage when he was a child and I don’t know how but he ‘s intelligent and knows many things. He is a journalist and writes about sports in this website:
We are about the same age and get very well with each other. Sadly, he just stayed for a short period because he would take another job up in Rio de Janeiro where he lives. He is a guy that has a finger in every pie. A cremation was the wish of my uncle and he wanted his ashes to be thrown from the top of a mountain that has a special meaning for us here.
The Christmas was wonderful with my family at home as well as the New Year Eve (good thing) with part of my family in Domingos Martins.
I had a riot of a time although I haven’t started the New Year with luck. I hurt myself in the river(bad thing). No, I wasn’t going rafting. I just slipped in a stone and fall into the water. Luckily there were friends to help me. I still have some wounds healing. It’s the first time that it happens to me but thank goodness for haven’t had any injury in my head.
Another bad thing in December was that I missed many things here that I intend to read little by little including the blogs of Silvia that are quite interesting and Jonathan Mark with his incredible pictures! The worst thing though that put me in shock and made me weep some tears was to know that Stephen would leave us and not being able to adress in time his last column. I thought his columns were a permanent part of the BBC LE website. I couldn’t say good-bye and I’d like to write some words to him if you all don’t mind:
Stephen, my suave teacher, when I was the student blogger in September I was feeling self-assured just because I pictured you as my “neighbour blogger” and I was sure you were supporting me. It wasn’t just English that I’ve learned with you. I saw something in your soul, character, thoughts and feelings through your writings that we can hardly ever see nowadays in a person. It was a pleasure to read every line of your columns. And now I don’t feel as much brave as I was feeling in September. But I’m brave enough to republish my humble poetry that I wrote in one of your columns:
"My Humble Poetry"
The highlights in his soul
Is what has made her blind
It is the only thing of him she knows
Beyond the strange thoughts flowing in her mind
Not able to capture the magic moon
Magesticly reflected in the river
No matter it was midnight or noon
Freud would never explain that fever
Wondering if she was in the Thames bank
Instead of the wild waters of Amazon
She would drop a tear to be sent
Straight to the place where she came from
Bringing together the blue of his eyes
Crossing bravely the huge ocean of her dream
And bright tenaciously in her sky
Then believe that the heaven of her is the same of him
Made of the same clouds and stars she has ever seen."
All in all, I’ve missed you all as much as a flower needs the sunlight. Oh...my English must be horrible now. Sorry for not being here and not have left my contributions to the website and not being able to share with you all the Christmas and New Year Eve athmosphere. I couldn’t help thinking of you all though. I hope you all haven’t had any sorrow during these festive days like me. I’m looking forward to hearing from you all again. And Amy? Has she already given birth to her baby? And Ana Paula, Naheed, Antônio, Maurício, Hyoshil, Silwal, Ernest, Manoj, Adek, Josie, Paco, Pilar, Mien, Paula, Lucia, Chandrakant, Farzan , Heinrich and all the community? I kiss to you all. I’m looking forward to hearing from you once more.
That’s about it for now. Take care. See you tomorrow
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