Shiver

...
We talk and talk
'round it all
Who'd have thought
We'd end up here
But I'm feeling fine
In a rush
Never trust
You'll be there
If I'd only stop and take my time

Cause with you
I'm running, running, running
Somewhere I can't get to
Yes I have to have to have to
Change the rules
I'm with you

Cause I shiver
I just break up
When I'm near you
It all gets out of hand
Yes I shiver
I get bent up
There's no way that
I'll know you'll understand
...

(Natalie Imbruglia)

por vanessawoz | 30 de junho | Comentários (0) | TrackBack (0)

"Baixar" nao roubar

Baixar musica ou filme da Internet roubo?

Para a galera Inglesa, nao nao. Segundo uma [pesquisa] feita por duas universidades britanicas (Central Lancashire e Manchester), inevitavel nao fazer o download quando a tecnologia tao disponivel. H inclusive uma sugestao de que se mude o approach publicitario ao problema, pois a equacao download igual a furto nao esta dando muito "ibope".

E no Brasil?
Ser que a galera chega a se perguntar se baixar da Internet crime?
Seremos todos uns criminosos?

por vanessawoz | 28 de junho | Comentários (3) | TrackBack (0)

D fouco o stupra

Um pouco das historias escabrosas que se escuta na Italia, tanto de jornal quanto de Televisao ou mesmo da boca dos vizinhos, que adoram parar pra "contar causo".

Mulher descobre que o marido e a filha adolescente sao amantes desde antes de seu casamento, que fora tramado por ambos justamente para poderem ficar juntos. Cega de odio, a mulher vai para casa para matar a filha e acaba sendo morta pelo marido.

Comissaria de bordo volta para casa por causa de um voo cancelado e encontra o marido e o filho na cama. Descobre que os dois ja tinham um caso antes de ela conhecer o marido. Desesperada, joga o alcool de cozinha em si mesma e toca fogo.

Calabrese de 46 anos preso portando um galao de gasolina para botar fogo na casa da ex. A moca lhe devia uma quantia de 8 mil euros por ter ficado com o carro dele.

Nos ultimos 20 dias (periodo que estou aqui), 5 estupros foram reportados na Italia (Milano, Bologna, Lecco, Salermo). Todos praticados por ciganos ou estrangeiros em grupos.

Mas que barbaridade!

por vanessawoz | 28 de junho | Comentários (1) | TrackBack (0)

Wear sunscreen

I think everyone knows this one, but it's something I like to read and makes me find easier dealing with everyday life.
Every time I read it, I highlight something different. Let's see what's for today...

"If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.
Oh, never mind.
You will not understand the power
and beauty of your youth until they've faded.
But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of
yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much
possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future.
Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as
trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things
that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that
blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.
Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy.
Sometimes you're ahead,
sometimes you're behind.
The race is long and, in the end,
it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive.
Forget the insults.
If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters.
Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know
what you want to do with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn't know at
22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some
of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees.
You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll divorce at 40,
maybe you'll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself
too much, or berate yourself either.
Your choices are half chance.
So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body.
Use it every way you can.
Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it.
It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance,
even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions,
even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines.
They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents.
You never know when they'll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings.
They're your best link to your past and the people
most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go,
but with a precious few you should hold on.

Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle,
because the older you get, the more you need the
people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it
makes you hard. Live in Northern California
once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths:
Prices will rise.
Politicians will philander.
You, too, will get old.
And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you
were young, prices were reasonable, politicians
were noble, and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund.
Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse.
But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the
time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy,
but be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia.
Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal,
wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts
and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen."

por vanessawoz | 27 de junho | Comentários (2) | TrackBack (0)

No ar condicionado

Rato de livraria eh rato de livraria em qualquer lugar do mundo. Curtindo um ar condicionado maravilhoso numa libreria de Milano, encontrei um guia Lonely Planet do Brasil. O mais interessante foi ver Porto Alegre pelos olhos dos travel writers . Eles chamam os moradores da nossa capital de "Alegrenses".

por vanessawoz | 21 de junho | Comentários (0) | TrackBack (0)

Giugno

Junho esta passando rapido e Milano esta esvaziando com a mesma rapidez. O calor repele o italiano da cidade e o manda para qualquer lado, ja que aqui tem mar pra qualquer canto que se va.

Penso nas festas juninas no Brasil e como elas marcam esse mes. Ai da aquela saudade de tomar quentao e comer rapadura com um chapeu de palha na cabeca. Da cada saudade esquisita quando estamos longe de casa.

Aqui, os dias sao todos iguais. Nao distinguo quarta de sabado ou segunda. Num momento desabafo sinto-me exilada, aprendendo uma cultura nova, em uma lingua bonita.

Pra animar, planejo terminar o mes gastando 6 euros (que barbada!) por dia na ida ao Lago Como. Vou la achar a mansao do George Clooney, me apaixonar pela paisagem e tentar emigrar para a Suica clandestinamente.

Nao... acho que nao saio da Italia sem antes ir a Veneza e dar uma passadinha na Calabria. Ai que ferias "ruins"!

por vanessawoz | 17 de junho | Comentários (1) | TrackBack (0)

Benvenuto in Italia

E a ragazza aqui deu um "so long and thanks for all the fish and chips!" para aquele tempinho feio de Londres e saiu a caminhar por nada menos que "il bel'paese"!

Na Italia eu aprendi a:
tomar cafe certo,
comer pasta certo,
fazer a siesta,
falar italiano,
ignorar marroquino,
usar oculos de sol,
me maquiar,
gastar meus euros na internet carissima!

Aqui, eu vi as montanhas a mais ou menos 30 minutos de Milao, acho que vou morar a 10 minutos da Suica e vou com certeza parlar grosso como os italianos em menos de um mes.

Mas mesmo com tudo de novo, sim, eu ainda tenho saudades de casa.

"Brasil, meu Brasil brasileiro
Meu mulato inzoneiro
Vou cantar-te nos meus versos
O Brasil, samba que d
Bamboleio que faz gingar
O Brasil do meu amor
Terra de Nosso Senhor
Brasil! Brasil!
Pra mim... Pra mim..."

vanessawoz direto do velho mundo.