Últimos anos = tipo 2017 pra 2019
DEXAMETASONA
IVERMECTINA
DELTAMETRINA (shampoo)
OMEPRAZOL
ÁCIDO MEFENÂMICO
AMOXILINA TRI-HIDRATADA
DORALGINA
DIPIRONA MONOIDRATADA
AZITROMICINA DI-HIDRATADA
POLISSULFATO DE MUCOPOLISSACARÍDEO (pomada)
IMIQUIMODE (pomada)
NITRATO DE MICONAZOL (creme)
NITRATO DE FETICONAZOL (creme)
CLORIDRATO DE TERBINAFINA
ITRACONAZOL
FLUCONAZOL
CETOCONAZOL + BETAMETAZONA (pomada)
CETOCONAZOL (pomada)
E LARGUEI PRA TRÁS ESSES REMÉDIOS TUDO PELA GRAÇA DE JESUS E BUDA!
sábado, 15 de junho de 2019
Testemunhas de Jeová sobre como os humanos devem tratar os animais
JW.ORG -> ANIMAIS -> Como os humanos devem tratar os animais?
LUCAS 12:6,7
PROVERBIOS 12:10
GENESIS 3:21; 9:3
EXODO 21:28
DEUTERONOMIO 22:10;25:4
PROVERBIOS 12:10
O justo cuida dos seus animais domésticos mas até a misericórdia dos maus é cruel
GENESIS 3:21
No passado Jeová permitiu matar animais para usar a pele como vestimenta
9:3
E para alimento.
EXODO 21:28
Como proteção.
*lembrando que hoje não existe a necessidade de matar animais para fabricar roupas
DEUTERONOMIO 22:10;25:4
Não are com um touro e um jumento no mesmo jugo
25:4
Não amordace o touro quando ele debulha o grão
As leis do passado que Jeová criou para a nação de Israel mostravam preocupação com os animais.
LUCAS 12:6,7
Não se vendem cinco pardais por duas moedas de pequeno valor? Contudo nem mesmo um deles é esquecido por Deus.
Jeová dá valor até aos pardais.
LUCAS 12:6,7
PROVERBIOS 12:10
GENESIS 3:21; 9:3
EXODO 21:28
DEUTERONOMIO 22:10;25:4
PROVERBIOS 12:10
O justo cuida dos seus animais domésticos mas até a misericórdia dos maus é cruel
GENESIS 3:21
No passado Jeová permitiu matar animais para usar a pele como vestimenta
9:3
E para alimento.
EXODO 21:28
Como proteção.
*lembrando que hoje não existe a necessidade de matar animais para fabricar roupas
DEUTERONOMIO 22:10;25:4
Não are com um touro e um jumento no mesmo jugo
25:4
Não amordace o touro quando ele debulha o grão
As leis do passado que Jeová criou para a nação de Israel mostravam preocupação com os animais.
LUCAS 12:6,7
Não se vendem cinco pardais por duas moedas de pequeno valor? Contudo nem mesmo um deles é esquecido por Deus.
Jeová dá valor até aos pardais.
Instruções sobre processo de design de Unhas em Gel
catalizador de 36 wattz
pincel de maquiagem com cerdas macias e fino
lixa (supernova, irresistível bijoux) R$5,50 marca OPI lado 100
gase
primer (linea) R$20 a 25 e cheiro de vinagre
brocas (hipoclorito alcool ou rifocina)
pincel de blush fofo
gulhotina
taco polidor
alcool 70º
tips inteiricas para unhas curtas e meia lua para as mais compridas (irresistivel bijoux) R$20 curvatura C honey girl
cola (supernova) vivi, 765 (artesanato)
Passo a Passo:
lixar com a lixa 200 manual por cima de toda a unha
cuticular com a broca bolinha
spray 70 cada unha e toda a mao
escolher tips de tamanho adequado (medir do meio para a ponta)
passar uma gota de cola e encaixar na unha (pode nao funcionar de primeira) do meio para a frente
guilhotina (nao pode cortar gel) perpendicular para unha quadrada e deitada para arredondada
lixar as bordas com lixa 100
lixar a base da tip para sumir a divisoria (cuidado com a unha natural)
primer
1ª camada de gel como esmalte sem tocar nos cantos e na cutícula
2ª camada: ponto de tensão - deixar formar uma bolinha de gel na ponta do pincel e trabalhar com a bola de gel sem tocar mais o pincel na unha
com tip, no maximo duas unhas por vez antes de por na maquina - virar a mão para o gel juntar no centro por gravidade - o polegar vai sozinho na maquina devido a posicao diferenciada (gel escorre)
se o gel escorre um pouco, pode remover o excesso com palito
apos secar na maquina:
limpar (esfregar) com alcool 70 para tirar a goma da unha
lixa 100: ponta, laterais com lixa perpendicular ao dedo - superficie da unha trabalha-se respeitando o arredondado
polimento com taco
top coat ou gel novamente se for gel 3 em 1
Fechou Goiás
pincel de maquiagem com cerdas macias e fino
lixa (supernova, irresistível bijoux) R$5,50 marca OPI lado 100
gase
primer (linea) R$20 a 25 e cheiro de vinagre
brocas (hipoclorito alcool ou rifocina)
pincel de blush fofo
gulhotina
taco polidor
alcool 70º
tips inteiricas para unhas curtas e meia lua para as mais compridas (irresistivel bijoux) R$20 curvatura C honey girl
cola (supernova) vivi, 765 (artesanato)
Passo a Passo:
lixar com a lixa 200 manual por cima de toda a unha
cuticular com a broca bolinha
spray 70 cada unha e toda a mao
escolher tips de tamanho adequado (medir do meio para a ponta)
passar uma gota de cola e encaixar na unha (pode nao funcionar de primeira) do meio para a frente
guilhotina (nao pode cortar gel) perpendicular para unha quadrada e deitada para arredondada
lixar as bordas com lixa 100
lixar a base da tip para sumir a divisoria (cuidado com a unha natural)
primer
1ª camada de gel como esmalte sem tocar nos cantos e na cutícula
2ª camada: ponto de tensão - deixar formar uma bolinha de gel na ponta do pincel e trabalhar com a bola de gel sem tocar mais o pincel na unha
com tip, no maximo duas unhas por vez antes de por na maquina - virar a mão para o gel juntar no centro por gravidade - o polegar vai sozinho na maquina devido a posicao diferenciada (gel escorre)
se o gel escorre um pouco, pode remover o excesso com palito
apos secar na maquina:
limpar (esfregar) com alcool 70 para tirar a goma da unha
lixa 100: ponta, laterais com lixa perpendicular ao dedo - superficie da unha trabalha-se respeitando o arredondado
polimento com taco
top coat ou gel novamente se for gel 3 em 1
Fechou Goiás
Perguntas sobre Logaritmos e sobre a Régua de Cálculo
Por que eles acham que dá esse resultado?
Como monta a régua?
Como eles descobriram a régua?
Como faz a conta de multiplicação?
Dá para fazer as contas na régua normal?
Qual é a diferença entre fazer uma divisão com a régua normal e a régua de multiplicar?
Por que acontece de dar certo estas contas na régua?
Por que a distância diminui/aumenta na régua?
Como calcular raiz quadrada na régua?
Quais são as utilizações da régua?
Podemos fazer as principais contas matemáticas (soma, subtração, multiplicação e divisão) na régua?
Por que há mudanças nas distâncias de um número para o outro?
Essa mudança está baseada em qual estudioso ou pesquisador?
Para que serve uma régua?
Como dá para fazer divisões e multiplicações com a régua?
Qual é a função do logaritmo?
Como se faz a divisão na régua?
É possível fazer raiz quadrada na régua?
Explique como que se usa a régua para fazer divisão?
Quais contas são possíveis de se fazer na régua?
É possível fazer potência na régua?
Por que criaram essa régua?
É possível fazer raiz quadrada na régua?
Essa régua é baseada em quê?
Você achou útil esse conhecimento com as réguas em meio a tantas tecnologias atuais?
Como é feita uma subtração na régua?
Como foi feita a régua de multiplicação e como ele chegou a esse resultado?
Através de que Willian teve a ideia de montar a régua logaritmica?
O que mais dá para fazer com a régua além da multiplicação?
Podemos tirar um resultado não exato?
Como os espaços entre as unidades são divididos?
Por que os espaços entre as unidades diminuem?
Qual é a maior unidade da régua logaritmica?
Quantas maneiras mais fáceis existem para efetuar uma divisão usando a régua?
Por que são necessárias duas réguas?
Quais são as propriedades necessárias para produzir a régua?
Para que servem os logaritmos?
Quais são as distâncias entre os números?
Qual é o nome do matemática que inventou a régua de cálculo?
Por que o resultado de uma divisão na régua de multiplicar sempre cai no número 1?
Essa régua funciona com números com potências?
Por que um número multiplicado por zero é zero?
Quantos centímetros tem a régua de multiplicação?
A distância entre os números só dá certo o resultado se for logaritmo?
Por que a régua usada como exemplo vai até o 32?
Por que não existe zero na régua de logaritmo?
Por que a tabela de logaritmo foi criada?
Por que os espaçoes são diferentes na régua de logaritmo para a régua normal?
Por qual fato Willian Oughtred criou a régua de logaritmo?
Como monta a régua?
Como eles descobriram a régua?
Como faz a conta de multiplicação?
Dá para fazer as contas na régua normal?
Qual é a diferença entre fazer uma divisão com a régua normal e a régua de multiplicar?
Por que acontece de dar certo estas contas na régua?
Por que a distância diminui/aumenta na régua?
Como calcular raiz quadrada na régua?
Quais são as utilizações da régua?
Podemos fazer as principais contas matemáticas (soma, subtração, multiplicação e divisão) na régua?
Por que há mudanças nas distâncias de um número para o outro?
Essa mudança está baseada em qual estudioso ou pesquisador?
Para que serve uma régua?
Como dá para fazer divisões e multiplicações com a régua?
Qual é a função do logaritmo?
Como se faz a divisão na régua?
É possível fazer raiz quadrada na régua?
Explique como que se usa a régua para fazer divisão?
Quais contas são possíveis de se fazer na régua?
É possível fazer potência na régua?
Por que criaram essa régua?
É possível fazer raiz quadrada na régua?
Essa régua é baseada em quê?
Você achou útil esse conhecimento com as réguas em meio a tantas tecnologias atuais?
Como é feita uma subtração na régua?
Como foi feita a régua de multiplicação e como ele chegou a esse resultado?
Através de que Willian teve a ideia de montar a régua logaritmica?
O que mais dá para fazer com a régua além da multiplicação?
Podemos tirar um resultado não exato?
Como os espaços entre as unidades são divididos?
Por que os espaços entre as unidades diminuem?
Qual é a maior unidade da régua logaritmica?
Quantas maneiras mais fáceis existem para efetuar uma divisão usando a régua?
Por que são necessárias duas réguas?
Quais são as propriedades necessárias para produzir a régua?
Para que servem os logaritmos?
Quais são as distâncias entre os números?
Qual é o nome do matemática que inventou a régua de cálculo?
Por que o resultado de uma divisão na régua de multiplicar sempre cai no número 1?
Essa régua funciona com números com potências?
Por que um número multiplicado por zero é zero?
Quantos centímetros tem a régua de multiplicação?
A distância entre os números só dá certo o resultado se for logaritmo?
Por que a régua usada como exemplo vai até o 32?
Por que não existe zero na régua de logaritmo?
Por que a tabela de logaritmo foi criada?
Por que os espaçoes são diferentes na régua de logaritmo para a régua normal?
Por qual fato Willian Oughtred criou a régua de logaritmo?
segunda-feira, 27 de novembro de 2017
Cadavre Exquis II
25 out 2017
That was the most beautiful kiss she had ever had. Gradually, though, she began to feel a bitter taste coming to her lips, through her tongue, going down her esophagus and ending as a feeling of hardness in her belly, as if her intestines had turned into concrete. The she stopped flying and fell in a gigantic cup of tea but instead of drowning, she beagn to recover from that bad set of feelings she just had. She swan to the edge of the cup and heard Vito shouting:
"Arianna! What have you done?"
She didn't answer. Instead, she turned to Lisa and declared "I told you he was mad! Now you see it yourself!"
Lisa raged instantly. "What? You just tried to kill me and yet you call him mad?" she started saying but stopped after looking more carefully into Arianna's expression: the woman was terrified.
"I told you he was mad", Arianna repeated staring nowhere.
"But, Arianna, he was right! This place is real, we are even sharing the perception of it. How can you still call him mad given that you are here, together with us?"
"I know this world is real, I've known it for a long time That's not the problem."
"So what is the problem?"
"We are not meant to be in a place like this. You don't realise how terrible it is to approach this much power and not to be able to use it fully. Your desires will be fulfilled, yes, but have you examined them thoroughly? Can you even name your biggest desire? Can you see it happening in front of you and fell not promptly bored and empty afterwards? Can you bear finding out that you desire things you had never imagined could come from you? This place is designed to dissolve you. That's what makes him mad: he loves it!" She was frightened, shaking while she spoke. "Vito, please, I don't want to be here anymore! Help me!"
04 nov 2017
"Dalton, put down that rifle." she said as she entered the room: "It will be useless to help her."
******
"Oh, hi Caterina!", said Sandra. "Come on in! Hugo! Caterina arrived!", and again to Caterina, "It's been ages since you visited! How are you?"
"Hum, not completely fine yet. I'm still looking for a job position. You know, I didn't get over the shutdown of our research enterprise. I cannot understand this government."
"Absolutely! When Hugo told me of it, I got really worried! He was really angry at them. But at least he is still teaching History in a college and I got plenty of work in the office."
"You are an architect, right?"
"That's right."
"Well, I'm current doing smaller jobs, like repairing damaged paintings..."
"Hello, Caterina!"
"Hugo!". They hug each other. "It looks like it's been ages!"
"Indeed! But it's been only a month. However, given that we have seen each other almost everyday the last three years... hey, have a seat. I'm gonna serve us some wine!"
Sandra leads Caterina to the couch area. "The view from this height is sublime!"
"It is! The architect that projected this building wanted to make sure everyone could have a nice view of the landscape. You see that wall is basically a huge window. It is the same at the intimate rooms. Depending on the time of the year we get light from sunrise to sunset."
"Oh! That's really interesting!"
"Don't tell me! I've got a passion for archtecture! Later I'll show you our bedroom. You're gonna love the curved glass walls and the view of the rainforest!"
"Here are your glasses, ladies." Hugo then sits beside Sandra, puts a hand on her knee. Caterina's heart freezes for a microsecond. Sandra's continues:
"But you were speaking about your current activities - Caterina said she's been repairing paintings - is that correct?"
"Yes, sometimes, when somebody pops up with a request. Recently, though, I started designing scenarios for a theater play. A new project, still germinating."
"Oh, nice! Who is the playwright?", asks Hugo.
"It's a young woman. Anyway she has already written a lot. Her name is Arianna Porto."
"Hum, I believe we've seen one of her plays already... maybe last year... but I don't recall completely. About you, Sandra?"
"I remember vaguely... it's easier to remember the directors and the cast afterall. But tell us more of this enterprise! How is it to work with Arianna?"
"Well, I'd already seen some of her plays. She studied at the same college I got my doctorate degree. That's where, talking to common friends, we've met. Then she invited me to the project and I accepted. I read some earlier version of the text and became enchanted. A proposal really different from her first works... anyway, lately it's been a little hard to talk to her because she and her boyfriend - or exboyfriend, I'm not sure - anyway, he's an actor and he was working with us. However, recently they wouldn't stop fighting, until one day they simply stopped coming to rehearsal."
"Oh, that's quite bad - do you want more wine? - but can you at least carry on without them?"
"Yes, at least the text was finished - yes, please - and luckily there were other actors studying Vito's part. Their attitude was discouraging for us but we carried on. I am still excited about planning the scenarios, for me it's an opportunity to keep a bond with our previous work."
"Ah! You are using Iamìauà art as reference!", Hugo exclaimed.
"Indeed! To be more specific I'm developing some ideas around the legend of The Man Who Couldn't See His Face."
"Ow, that one is a good one! What if we read it - I believe we have it in our book - but after dinner? I'm starving! You two go to the table, I'm gonna check the oven."
After dinner, they went to the balcony at Sandra's and Hugo's bedroom to look at the moon and rest a bit. Hugo brought a large book.
"Remember, Caterina?"
"Oh, that's a relic! We worked on it by collecting oral reports from Iamìauà descendants. But we were still students, it was too long ago!"
"Oh, not too long, we're still not that old!"
"Anyway, start reading."
"Fine! Let's find the page. The man who couldn't see his face... here! Ok, I'll start."
One day the outland man arrived at the forest. He didn't know the forest and got lost. Everyday he tried walking in a different direction but everytime he would arrive at the same spot. Tired of this situation, he decided to walk faster and faster and make circles smaller and smaller. The stars that watched him got dizzy and confused and angry at him. So they sent a wind to wipe off his face. One day he stopped by a river to drink some water, crouched by the margin and realized he couldn't see his face on the water reflection. The following days he started feeling really sad. He missed his family and he thought a lot of his mother. One day, however, he saw two people in the forest, a man and a woman. The woman was his mother. She was laying asleep on the ground and the other man had kneeled beside her, touching her hair and her face. The outland man thought the other man would make her harm. He pointed his gun at the stranger. The forest spirit saw what was happening and said: don't do this, it will be useless to help her. But he shot anyway. Then he ran to approach his mother. When he arrived, the two figures disappeared.
By the time Hugo finished reading, Sandra had already slept, resting her head on his thigh. He put the book on a small table and hang his arm over the armrest, in a way that his fingers could gently touch the fingers of his friend, without waking his wife. "So, what does this legend tell you?", he asks quietly.
26 nov 2017
Samya was the mother of four boys. When her fifth son, Abaita, was born, all his brohers were grown men already. Abaita was a handsome boy and his family was very fond and attached to him. Nevertheless, being a child between grownups was difficult because everybody had a different opinion to teach him and everybody wanted him to be the best man he could. But for each person, "to be the best man" had a different meaning.
One day he became so sad for not being able to share his own ideas - afterall, everybody else seemed to be smarter than he - and the world beyond his family looked ugly, violent and frightening. There seemed to be no time or place on the world for him. Thus he decided to climb the highest tree he found and live alone on it for indefinite time. His mother became really sad about his decision and everyday she would go to an open area on the woods to see Abaita on the tree. He could see her as well.
However, after some years, Samya stopped appearing. The world became strangely silent. Abaita, then, decided to climb down and see what happened. His village was gone - destroyed by war. He kept walking but was never able to find a single person to talk to. After a while he arrived at a bigger city. He ran towards the central square. There he found a battle of motionless stone warriors fighting each other forever. Between them he found the statues of his loved brothers, petrified in expressions of pure hatred. On that moment he realised that all this was his fault - that was a consequence of his decision of living aparted from the world.
24 dez 2017
I am Kujia from the Iamiauá tribe. They are Dalton, Anna, Zahos and Hulan. We are here to save you!"
"Well, welcome! And thank you but I don't need to be saved from Arianna's cooking; she's a really good cook. Come on in, folks, and enjoy the party!"
"What did you say? We are looking for the Designer!", replied Dalton.
"You mean Lisa? I believe she is a painter, not a designer. Anyway, she is with some people in the studio, showing some of her paintings. If you want, I can take you there." He passed an arm over Dalton's shoulders. "By the way, I'm Hugo, and you are..." And then Hugo led Dalton to Lisa's studio, talking excitedly and leaving no time for them to ask further questions. The others stayed in the living room, still confused about what was going on. However, they decided to accept some apperitives and mingle.
Wandering around, Anna found Amanda and Arianna talking in the kitchen:
"... why do you thing it is so hard to be among our own family?" Seeing Anna, Amanda interrupted herself to greet the newcomer. "Oh, hello, Anna! Long time no see you! You're finally back from your journey! We almost thought you wouldn't return!"
"Amanda! I'm so happy to see you again! Indeed, so much has succeded that it could have happened that I stayed aparted. To be sincere, being here today is a great surprise."
"Wow, please tell me everything! But first let me introduce you to Arianna. She one of our hosts tonight and responsible for the party menu." Then, to Arianna: "And this is Anna, a friend of mine, who'd been traveling quite a few years until now."
"Pleased to meet you, Anna."
"I'm pleased to meet you, too. And thank you for receiving us. However, is the party due to some special occasion?"
"Well, yes, it is the birthday of our roommate, Vito. We started living together a bit after his accident, you know, to help him about his limited conditions. This year we decided to throw a party for him to see if we can cheer him up a little."
"Roommate, Arianna?! You're not telling the whole story!"
"Okay, okay. Vito was my boyfriend. But we were not compatible, actually we broke up eons ago. And even if there were any feelings left, I don't see how it could still be possible to maintain a love relation with him anymore. In any case, I believe it is my responsibility to stay close and support him somehow."
"Come on, Arianna, it was not your fault, nor Lisa's, waht happened to him!"
"I know, I know, but we still want to take care of him. Afterall, it's not that hard, after you get used to the caring routine. And besides that, we are working normally."
"Well, but now I'm curious", said Anna. "What happened to Vito?"
******
"...so, the legend says that the first Iamiauá village was founded by a man named Abaitá. Abaitá means "stone people". He earned this epithet after stopping a war by turning the soldiers into stone. The sad part of his story was that his family also became rocks. For this, his sorrow and regret was so deep that he gained supernatural powers. He was able then to use star matter to create new people and those folks he created became the Iamiauá."
"But way was it his fault that his family was also turned into stone in the first place?"
"Well, the legend implies that it happened because of his decision to abandon his family house, however, it doesn't give much more details. My interpretation is that it is a metaphor - they didn't really became stone. Actually, when Abaitá ran away to free himself from his brothers' prejudices, he also gave up of the opportunity to develop renewed, shared experiences and opinions with them. Thus, their opressive images became somehow 'petrified'. Anyway that is just my version of an explanation and these series of ark work you are seeing right now are inspired on that vision."
That was the most beautiful kiss she had ever had. Gradually, though, she began to feel a bitter taste coming to her lips, through her tongue, going down her esophagus and ending as a feeling of hardness in her belly, as if her intestines had turned into concrete. The she stopped flying and fell in a gigantic cup of tea but instead of drowning, she beagn to recover from that bad set of feelings she just had. She swan to the edge of the cup and heard Vito shouting:
"Arianna! What have you done?"
She didn't answer. Instead, she turned to Lisa and declared "I told you he was mad! Now you see it yourself!"
Lisa raged instantly. "What? You just tried to kill me and yet you call him mad?" she started saying but stopped after looking more carefully into Arianna's expression: the woman was terrified.
"I told you he was mad", Arianna repeated staring nowhere.
"But, Arianna, he was right! This place is real, we are even sharing the perception of it. How can you still call him mad given that you are here, together with us?"
"I know this world is real, I've known it for a long time That's not the problem."
"So what is the problem?"
"We are not meant to be in a place like this. You don't realise how terrible it is to approach this much power and not to be able to use it fully. Your desires will be fulfilled, yes, but have you examined them thoroughly? Can you even name your biggest desire? Can you see it happening in front of you and fell not promptly bored and empty afterwards? Can you bear finding out that you desire things you had never imagined could come from you? This place is designed to dissolve you. That's what makes him mad: he loves it!" She was frightened, shaking while she spoke. "Vito, please, I don't want to be here anymore! Help me!"
04 nov 2017
"Dalton, put down that rifle." she said as she entered the room: "It will be useless to help her."
******
"Oh, hi Caterina!", said Sandra. "Come on in! Hugo! Caterina arrived!", and again to Caterina, "It's been ages since you visited! How are you?"
"Hum, not completely fine yet. I'm still looking for a job position. You know, I didn't get over the shutdown of our research enterprise. I cannot understand this government."
"Absolutely! When Hugo told me of it, I got really worried! He was really angry at them. But at least he is still teaching History in a college and I got plenty of work in the office."
"You are an architect, right?"
"That's right."
"Well, I'm current doing smaller jobs, like repairing damaged paintings..."
"Hello, Caterina!"
"Hugo!". They hug each other. "It looks like it's been ages!"
"Indeed! But it's been only a month. However, given that we have seen each other almost everyday the last three years... hey, have a seat. I'm gonna serve us some wine!"
Sandra leads Caterina to the couch area. "The view from this height is sublime!"
"It is! The architect that projected this building wanted to make sure everyone could have a nice view of the landscape. You see that wall is basically a huge window. It is the same at the intimate rooms. Depending on the time of the year we get light from sunrise to sunset."
"Oh! That's really interesting!"
"Don't tell me! I've got a passion for archtecture! Later I'll show you our bedroom. You're gonna love the curved glass walls and the view of the rainforest!"
"Here are your glasses, ladies." Hugo then sits beside Sandra, puts a hand on her knee. Caterina's heart freezes for a microsecond. Sandra's continues:
"But you were speaking about your current activities - Caterina said she's been repairing paintings - is that correct?"
"Yes, sometimes, when somebody pops up with a request. Recently, though, I started designing scenarios for a theater play. A new project, still germinating."
"Oh, nice! Who is the playwright?", asks Hugo.
"It's a young woman. Anyway she has already written a lot. Her name is Arianna Porto."
"Hum, I believe we've seen one of her plays already... maybe last year... but I don't recall completely. About you, Sandra?"
"I remember vaguely... it's easier to remember the directors and the cast afterall. But tell us more of this enterprise! How is it to work with Arianna?"
"Well, I'd already seen some of her plays. She studied at the same college I got my doctorate degree. That's where, talking to common friends, we've met. Then she invited me to the project and I accepted. I read some earlier version of the text and became enchanted. A proposal really different from her first works... anyway, lately it's been a little hard to talk to her because she and her boyfriend - or exboyfriend, I'm not sure - anyway, he's an actor and he was working with us. However, recently they wouldn't stop fighting, until one day they simply stopped coming to rehearsal."
"Oh, that's quite bad - do you want more wine? - but can you at least carry on without them?"
"Yes, at least the text was finished - yes, please - and luckily there were other actors studying Vito's part. Their attitude was discouraging for us but we carried on. I am still excited about planning the scenarios, for me it's an opportunity to keep a bond with our previous work."
"Ah! You are using Iamìauà art as reference!", Hugo exclaimed.
"Indeed! To be more specific I'm developing some ideas around the legend of The Man Who Couldn't See His Face."
"Ow, that one is a good one! What if we read it - I believe we have it in our book - but after dinner? I'm starving! You two go to the table, I'm gonna check the oven."
After dinner, they went to the balcony at Sandra's and Hugo's bedroom to look at the moon and rest a bit. Hugo brought a large book.
"Remember, Caterina?"
"Oh, that's a relic! We worked on it by collecting oral reports from Iamìauà descendants. But we were still students, it was too long ago!"
"Oh, not too long, we're still not that old!"
"Anyway, start reading."
"Fine! Let's find the page. The man who couldn't see his face... here! Ok, I'll start."
One day the outland man arrived at the forest. He didn't know the forest and got lost. Everyday he tried walking in a different direction but everytime he would arrive at the same spot. Tired of this situation, he decided to walk faster and faster and make circles smaller and smaller. The stars that watched him got dizzy and confused and angry at him. So they sent a wind to wipe off his face. One day he stopped by a river to drink some water, crouched by the margin and realized he couldn't see his face on the water reflection. The following days he started feeling really sad. He missed his family and he thought a lot of his mother. One day, however, he saw two people in the forest, a man and a woman. The woman was his mother. She was laying asleep on the ground and the other man had kneeled beside her, touching her hair and her face. The outland man thought the other man would make her harm. He pointed his gun at the stranger. The forest spirit saw what was happening and said: don't do this, it will be useless to help her. But he shot anyway. Then he ran to approach his mother. When he arrived, the two figures disappeared.
By the time Hugo finished reading, Sandra had already slept, resting her head on his thigh. He put the book on a small table and hang his arm over the armrest, in a way that his fingers could gently touch the fingers of his friend, without waking his wife. "So, what does this legend tell you?", he asks quietly.
26 nov 2017
Samya was the mother of four boys. When her fifth son, Abaita, was born, all his brohers were grown men already. Abaita was a handsome boy and his family was very fond and attached to him. Nevertheless, being a child between grownups was difficult because everybody had a different opinion to teach him and everybody wanted him to be the best man he could. But for each person, "to be the best man" had a different meaning.
One day he became so sad for not being able to share his own ideas - afterall, everybody else seemed to be smarter than he - and the world beyond his family looked ugly, violent and frightening. There seemed to be no time or place on the world for him. Thus he decided to climb the highest tree he found and live alone on it for indefinite time. His mother became really sad about his decision and everyday she would go to an open area on the woods to see Abaita on the tree. He could see her as well.
However, after some years, Samya stopped appearing. The world became strangely silent. Abaita, then, decided to climb down and see what happened. His village was gone - destroyed by war. He kept walking but was never able to find a single person to talk to. After a while he arrived at a bigger city. He ran towards the central square. There he found a battle of motionless stone warriors fighting each other forever. Between them he found the statues of his loved brothers, petrified in expressions of pure hatred. On that moment he realised that all this was his fault - that was a consequence of his decision of living aparted from the world.
24 dez 2017
I am Kujia from the Iamiauá tribe. They are Dalton, Anna, Zahos and Hulan. We are here to save you!"
"Well, welcome! And thank you but I don't need to be saved from Arianna's cooking; she's a really good cook. Come on in, folks, and enjoy the party!"
"What did you say? We are looking for the Designer!", replied Dalton.
"You mean Lisa? I believe she is a painter, not a designer. Anyway, she is with some people in the studio, showing some of her paintings. If you want, I can take you there." He passed an arm over Dalton's shoulders. "By the way, I'm Hugo, and you are..." And then Hugo led Dalton to Lisa's studio, talking excitedly and leaving no time for them to ask further questions. The others stayed in the living room, still confused about what was going on. However, they decided to accept some apperitives and mingle.
Wandering around, Anna found Amanda and Arianna talking in the kitchen:
"... why do you thing it is so hard to be among our own family?" Seeing Anna, Amanda interrupted herself to greet the newcomer. "Oh, hello, Anna! Long time no see you! You're finally back from your journey! We almost thought you wouldn't return!"
"Amanda! I'm so happy to see you again! Indeed, so much has succeded that it could have happened that I stayed aparted. To be sincere, being here today is a great surprise."
"Wow, please tell me everything! But first let me introduce you to Arianna. She one of our hosts tonight and responsible for the party menu." Then, to Arianna: "And this is Anna, a friend of mine, who'd been traveling quite a few years until now."
"Pleased to meet you, Anna."
"I'm pleased to meet you, too. And thank you for receiving us. However, is the party due to some special occasion?"
"Well, yes, it is the birthday of our roommate, Vito. We started living together a bit after his accident, you know, to help him about his limited conditions. This year we decided to throw a party for him to see if we can cheer him up a little."
"Roommate, Arianna?! You're not telling the whole story!"
"Okay, okay. Vito was my boyfriend. But we were not compatible, actually we broke up eons ago. And even if there were any feelings left, I don't see how it could still be possible to maintain a love relation with him anymore. In any case, I believe it is my responsibility to stay close and support him somehow."
"Come on, Arianna, it was not your fault, nor Lisa's, waht happened to him!"
"I know, I know, but we still want to take care of him. Afterall, it's not that hard, after you get used to the caring routine. And besides that, we are working normally."
"Well, but now I'm curious", said Anna. "What happened to Vito?"
******
"...so, the legend says that the first Iamiauá village was founded by a man named Abaitá. Abaitá means "stone people". He earned this epithet after stopping a war by turning the soldiers into stone. The sad part of his story was that his family also became rocks. For this, his sorrow and regret was so deep that he gained supernatural powers. He was able then to use star matter to create new people and those folks he created became the Iamiauá."
"But way was it his fault that his family was also turned into stone in the first place?"
"Well, the legend implies that it happened because of his decision to abandon his family house, however, it doesn't give much more details. My interpretation is that it is a metaphor - they didn't really became stone. Actually, when Abaitá ran away to free himself from his brothers' prejudices, he also gave up of the opportunity to develop renewed, shared experiences and opinions with them. Thus, their opressive images became somehow 'petrified'. Anyway that is just my version of an explanation and these series of ark work you are seeing right now are inspired on that vision."
quinta-feira, 21 de setembro de 2017
Conto colaborativo: 2 Agora vai (ou não)
09 set 2017
He never thought "I surely am myself". Nevertheless this possibility of thought somehow impressed a way of being in himself. I mean, he never asks if he could have led a different style of life, or how similar or different other people's lives could be. One could say he was selfish or egocentric, but to be fair those questions never occured to him.
Thus, he followed his life, making decisions on behalf of the farm he owned. He worked hard, or rather, as hard as needed, and had some fun in weekends. One could say that he was happy, but happy never makes a good story. Let's see.
One night (and everything either happen one night or one evening or one day) he decides to check the animals in his farm once more. On the way back he stopped to rest a bit and enjoy the fresh breeze. It was a lovely view from the middle of the field. There was no moon and no source of light other than the stars and the lamp from the little house which in that moment looked as far as the sky.
Feeling no reason to hurry, he decided to lay down on the grass and stare into the stars. When he distracted from his comtemplation, surprised he discovered he was naked.
Between the man and his own nudity was there any possible step to be taken?
10 set 2017
Finally, with a moan, and a smile on her face, she dropped herself on the bed: after all that pleasure she felt the need to sleep.
She wakes up and remembers of dreaming about a piece of music. Sounds, untouchable sounds that, in that vague certainty that is only possible in dreams, made up some harmony. "We were those sounds", she recalls. Then she feels thankful for their capacity to dream; to bring to awaken life that very certainty about the mystery in every piece of their world.
While the morning languor vanished, they got ready to continue their walk uphill. "What can I say? You should be crazy to have accepted joining me in this path!", but he replies, "I don't think so, it's been lovely. I have no idea why it never occured to me to come this direction.". "I had the same thought a few times before. But let's save our breathes for the walking."
"Ok, but when are we going to stop?"
She didn't answer him at that time. Within herself she felt that the answer would be "Never!" but she refrained from saying it. "I just want to stare at the horizon, them go meet it. Then start again, choosing another place to see."
The morning light was arriving as rays through the vegetation. "Like they could be touched but the little fish never catches them." They stopped. She inspected some flowers while he took some sticks from the wet ground. "You know, that night we met for the first time, something intriguing had just happened to me", he said. "Nice! Tell me", she said, while smelling that curious flower really close to her nose repeatedly. "I looked at the stars and somehow I saw myself there."
"As if the stars formed the 'Farmer constelation'?"
"Yes, something like this. Then I remembered that I used to draw myself a lot when I was a boy. I felt like drawing with stars."
11 set 2017
She stood by the bed and abandoned herself to watch him sleep. He breathed as if his body had never felt any shade of pain. She smiled lightly and kissed his check, nesting herself again in his body. Her eyes and fingers followed the strings of his hair that waved gently on the bedsheet and floor, then climbed up the walls and formed the ceiling.
When they first saw the village, there seemed to be something odd about the huts, seen from some distance. Indeed, as they approached, they realized they were all made of hair. And more, that hair was still growing from the inhabitants heads. Seeing that bizarre, almost unconceivable landscape, they could barely imagine that they would soon entangled their lives (and of course, their hairs) so deeply in that place.
They arrived at night. That was already expected given that the more time they spend exploring the hills, the shorter the light hours became. The nights, on the contrary, seemed as long as usual, but the daytime was somehow lost. Or forgotten. Given that in the forest they couldn't really see the sun rising or setting, on the last days, the passage from dawn to sunset was a delicate movement of shades of orange and blue turning into one another.
14 set 2017
"It is time to put our clothes on and to face the world." They said and smiled, for "the world" was an expression much more bearable those days. They went out of the tent and joined the people that soon would start working.
The period for the preparation of manioc root flour had come. In the village of the Iamìauà it was believed that the moonlight could make the flour whiter and tastier so it was done in nights of full moon. There was a lot of work to do because the roots needed to be peeled, grated, pressed and then dried. From the liquid that comes from pressing the root they make a sweet beverage slightly alcoholic. But the flour was the the main ingredient of their cuisine and everybody, from children to elders, participated in that process.
The travellers were sitting with a small group occupied in grating the manioc. They were sitting on the ground, making a small circle. Each person had a bowl on their lap and when it was full, they put the content in a pile in the middle of the circle. Later someone would take it to other group for the next step of the process.
"Actually, the reason we make the flour during full moon is simply because on the rest of the time it's harder to see what we are doing." Said an old woman to Anna, with a mocking expression. "The flour looks whiter because the moonlight makes it glow. Nevertheless, it is, indeed, as white as usual. But the youngers can get too romantic about this."
"I see.", Anna answered. "Afterall in a place where there is only night, the intensity of the moonlight is a significant matter.", she completed, but only mentally, for she felt difficulty to explain what day and sunlight would be.
But Dalton was curious and began to draft some inquiry.
"In the place I lived there was another... moon. We called it sun. The sunlight was really brighter than tonight's moonlight. So brighter that I can't even describe it. It was... the colors were... everything looks different in sunlight."
"I've seen sunlight once in a dream.", the woman replied. "After that dream, the stars changed. Then, you two arrived. I believe you have something to learn from the night."
"Sorry, what?"
"Otherwise you wouldn't have arrived."
"So you are saying this is kind of a magical place?"
"I'm saying that you arrived where you needed to. But I'm still curious of why."
They explained the peculiar conditions in which they've meet. She told about when she reached the farm and found him on the field and he told about that inner experience of remembering his childhood and feeling naked afterwards.
"So, you were the one messing with the stars! It seems to me that you gave the direction, while she gave you the movement. What a fine traveling pair you two make! I'm glad that you came and I feel I've got things to learn from both!"
17 set 2017
She felt that the moment for money and success had finally come. But what is success? Is it that feeble moment in which the sun and the shadows conspire so you feel that the atmosphere is so thick that you almost believe that you could live by its nutrition? No, success is just working hard and seeing your work be fruitful. "But what a feeling does it give you!", she thought as she packed the last of her handmade bijou set for shipping. Then she went for a shower for she would met her girlfriend Amanda in an hour.
Amanda worked as a kindergarten school teacher since the beggining of that year and she was also an actress. Thus, when Paloma arrived at the bar, there were a pile of books, two half-emptied glasses and leaves of paper - drafts for a play Amanda was planning - on the table. She was talking enthusiastically with a couple next table. When she saw Paloma, she excused herself and received a kiss.
"I haven't meet your friends yet.", Paloma said.
"Oh, neither did I, they sat there and we just started talking about the bar decoration. Then of traveling, then of children..."
"Speaking of traveling, have you heard anything from Anna lately?"
"Indeed, it's been months since she left! And that crazy woman said she wouldn't take her telephone. She could at least send us a letter!"
"Who knows if she hadn't? Maybe it got lost... or she did."
"It seems that we'll only be sure when she comes back. If she comes back, I mean. Who knows if she has found a lover or something? Anyway, I feel that she is fine."
"You are always so optimist! You have this incredible aura that makes everybody smile. I can't help falling in love every time I look at you!"
"Oh, Paloma, you're lovely. But now tell me how is the webstore idea working out?"
"It's pretty fine. Our instagram has already 500 followers. This week the sells began to rise, so me and Helena use almost all of our spare time to produce more pieces."
"Spare time is not much time in your case."
"Well, yes, but my thesis is half ready, or rather, the toughest part is over. And you, tell me about this theater play you're writing."
21 set 2017
At last she decided: she wouldn't have followed her friend advice, she would have tried to make him her own. So the next morning she goes to the station and gets on a bus even before sunrise.
Sitting by the window she begins to inquire herself: who is writing this story, my story? By whose perspective do I choose to imagine my decision of following him? By the perspective of someone who stayed and casually mentions my departure when meeting a friend on the street? Or through the eyes of a fellow bus passenger that sees me and my awkward hurried expression either with disdain or curiosity and hesitates in starting some conversation? Or finally through the eyes of the one that is the very objective of this journey and, despite of how bold and energically I approach, has the ultimate power of accepting or refusing any kind of emotion I offer him.
"But why don't you write your story yourself?", you might ask. Well, that is the objective and, as you can notice, I started doing. You see, that question occurred to me when I entered the bus. At that moment I visualized me as a thin layer of silk fabric waving between the thoughts of people around, my form and dynamic being decided by theirs. But wouldn't they feel the same? In the end, I would not describe my nature as just a particle or as a wave, rather then both.
A long bus travel is a great opportunity for this type of comtemplation. And also for neck pain and eating junk food. After some time she slept, or stood in a state of continuously falling asleep. Meanwhile she concluded, half dreaming, "the negative part of writing our own story is spending time choosing what to register. Maybe sometimes I will just be and leave the details to the reader." Then, some hours later, she arrived.
26 set 2017
She looked at some of her unfinished pictures; then she broke to tears. After ten years working in that same room together with such creative, luminous people it was hard to admit defeat and say goodbye to the research project they've built: archaeological studies about the legendary Iamìauà culture. Her work was mainly about Iamìauà pictorical art and mithology (which inspired most of her own paintings). In that lab they also received schools for lectures and workshops; so there were many paintings made by children - the very heirs of Iamìauà people. That project, in the end was maybe one of the last possibilities of recovering some of the local History.
"The Iamìauà - the night folk - would have lived in communities of a few hundreds of people, forming a network of groups that shared the same language and social organization, and traded food, clothes, tools between themselves. The legend says that the villages could only be found at night for they lived in a separated time flow, in which there wasn't daytime. For that reason, the lunar phases were very important so a lot of their art is dedicated to the moon spirit. Another legend about the Iamìauà people tells of their ability of making their houses out of hair - live hair, still growing on their heads! Imagine how much shampoo they spent!".
Caterina dropped the leaflet on an empty table.
"Silly leaflet."
Now that she had taken her belongings she would lock the door and return the key to the building administration.
"It was not hair, it was their minds.", she thought, feeling her own ideas trimmed.
****
The speech of the old woman arouse Dalton's curiosity. "What did she mean when she said that Anna gave the movement and I gave the direction? Well, I can agree with the first part; if I haven't met Anna, I wouldn't have arrived here. Still, she was already traveling and I just followed!"
Anna was sleeping by his side. Absently, he kissed her shoulder and embraced her waistline. She awoke partially and asked "are you still thinking of the full moon night?". "Yes.", he replied. Then added, "I still don't see how I contributed to us getting here. Well, maybe it's just silly. But the way that woman spoke to us messed with me."
"It's natural to feel puzzled, Dalton. Afterall, this IS a magical place. I guess anything we do or feel can have substancial consequences. If I haven't found you, for example, maybe I'd still be wandering and the daytime would still be."
"Anything we do or feel..."
"Remember that night, when you saw yourself in the stars. I believe this is important. I didn't know why but I felt that was a peculiar moment. When I saw you I developed a desire - I wanted to feel as naked as you were." She meditated for a while, then continued: "I think I know which direction you gave us!"
"That would be?"
"Inward!"
"That's clever!", he said happily. "I wonder what it has to do with the vanquishing of sunlight!"
07 out 2017
"So at last he began to play mad..." she said to her as she was going to sip some tea from her cup. "This tea tastes too thick", she said.
"That's because you put too much wind in it."
"Oh, you are right. But let me explain what followed. The man turned into a turtle."
"You saw him changing?"
"No, I saw the turtle and it looked at me."
"The turtle looked at you and you believed it was him."
"The eyes were so human..."
"Everybody says it about animals. They can't admit they are just it."
"I know this but this time it was different. The turtle opened its mouth. It wanted to speak to me."
"Did it say something?"
"Yes! It said 'the road is dangerous.'Then it became so quite and grave. I'm sure it saw lots of bad things happening."
"Oh, I see. And then what else?"
"The tea is over. I drank it up."
"No problem. I fly to the kitchen to get more."
On the way to the kitchen she met a huge animal, maybe a rhino, who asked her for directions. They talked for a few minutes, then she remembered she had a meeting at the neighbourhood association to deliberate about new rules concerning the parking area. Because they all could fly she thought it was excessive the number of cars used by everybody. "But you see, these are modern times!", somebody told her. "Maybe they are all waiting for the occasion to run away.", she thought.
"You forgot my tea", she heard as she climbed the sofa.
"And you said he was playing mad."
"I didn't lie! But I lost count during the third or second round, my bad."
"Yes, but the turtle story?"
"Is true. Go again and ask him."
And then she went. It would be hard to find the right turtle, given the conditions, but maybe she would become lucky. Actually, the first creature she found was a mermaid.
"Hello", the mermaid said. Her hair had the colour of red soil. "I was wondering if you would touch my breasts."
"Well, I was looking for a turtle."
"Maybe I saw a turtle nearby. Why don't you come closer and try to find it here?". The mermaid was as big as an island and really liked to be touched.
domingo, 18 de junho de 2017
10 & 10 e talvez mais coisas.
Tudo começou numa linda tarde de junho quando recebi um e-mail de Helena. No e-mail havia um convite para uma pequena e difícil reflexão:
Escrever 10 ações que fazem eu me sentir melhor e 10 razões pelas quais a vida vale a pena.
Fiquei pensando alguns dias sobre como escrever. Pensei numa abordagem mais generalista ou mais abstrata. Por exemplo, pensei em resolver primeiro: "sentir melhor que o quê?" ou "sentir melhor que quem?".
Sinto que um erro que cometo algumas muitas vezes é o de usar menos palavras do que o bastante para esclarecer minha opinião. E penso que essa é uma tendência não apenas minha, aliás diria que a coisa do "esclarecer" é quase uma técnica nos consultórios de psicologia/psicanálise.
A outra pergunta que pensei em abordar era "qual vida vale a pena?". Talvez existam histórias de vida ou estilos de vida que não valham. Pena é ônus, é gasto, é esforço. Muitos sofrimentos não são intrínsecos as ações necessárias à pura sobrevivência. Muito pelo contrário.
Bem, acho que o mais simples é me restringir ao que eu pessoalmente faço ou penso sobre mim mesma.
10 ações que fazem eu me sentir melhor
1. Em absoluto primeiro lugar: descobrir ideias novas. Sejam minhas, estejam em livros, coisas que eu ouvi de alguém. Costumo brincar que preciso de pelo menos uma ideia nova todo dia.
2. Praticar dança aleatória ou canto aleatório. É meu pequeno momento de criação e também um laboratório do item 1. Infelizmente já encontrei reprovação de pessoas que testemunham e fico bastante chateada porque é bastante importante para mim.
3. Seja qual for a empreitada do momento eu procuro seguir um princípio: dedicar-me todo o possível enquanto não fizer mal a minha saúde. Acho que isso me faz sentir melhor na medida que eu percebo que estou me esforçando mas também reconheço que tenho limites.
4. Uma tônica nos meus últimos anos tem sido perceber as minhas debilidades dentro de algum contexto. Ou seja, perceber que alguns problemas meus também são de outras pessoas, e que há motivos (históricos, econômicos, etc.) para isso. Daí o segundo passo é pensar "agora que percebi tal coisa, como posso fazer para ajudar outras pessoas que também passam por isso?".
5. Essa foi uma brisa faz alguns anos mas me ajudou. Foi na época que estudava canto lírico e lembro que era um exercício teatral que inventei. Eu parti do pressuposto que nós temos a tendência a guardar na memória os sentimentos negativos mais do que os positivos. O que não significa que eventos legais não acontecem cotidianamente, mas que pode ser útil observar e fazer um esforço consciente para memorizar o meu estado quando eu fico feliz. Seria uma maneira de aprender a sentir-se feliz.
6. Aqui vai ser um pouco confuso porque eu descobri faz pouco tempo. Nós costumamos pensar em nossa vida como narrativa(s) e em nós mesmos como tendo identidade(s). Aquelas respostas para a pergunta "quem eu sou?". Às vezes eu acho útil não levá-las muito a sério.
7. Investir em empreendimentos cotidianos que estão fluindo melhor. O que não significa fazer apenas o mais fácil, mas não adianta a pessoa se lascar numa coisa que definitivamente não está rolando no momento.
8. Eu sou suspeita nesse item mas não posso negar que fazer psicoterapia me ajuda bastante.
9. Acordar cedo e correr. Quando possível.
10. Foi a segunda coisa que pensei mais só lembrei agora. Escrever me faz bem. Não num sentido imediato mas terminar um texto é bastante satisfatório. E outra que eu descubro que sei de coisas que não fazia ideia antes de começar.
Não escrevi aqui mas eu incluiria "evitar pensamentos repetitivos". Não é algo para sentir-me melhor mas me ajuda a não sentir-me pior. Eu realmente não gosto de ficar me repetindo. Ironicamente, acabo pensando isso muitas e muitas vezes. Mas sinto que, registrando aqui no texto, posso acabar me libertando disso também.
Em outro momento vou escrever as
10 razões pelas quais a vida vale a pena
Escrever 10 ações que fazem eu me sentir melhor e 10 razões pelas quais a vida vale a pena.
Fiquei pensando alguns dias sobre como escrever. Pensei numa abordagem mais generalista ou mais abstrata. Por exemplo, pensei em resolver primeiro: "sentir melhor que o quê?" ou "sentir melhor que quem?".
Sinto que um erro que cometo algumas muitas vezes é o de usar menos palavras do que o bastante para esclarecer minha opinião. E penso que essa é uma tendência não apenas minha, aliás diria que a coisa do "esclarecer" é quase uma técnica nos consultórios de psicologia/psicanálise.
A outra pergunta que pensei em abordar era "qual vida vale a pena?". Talvez existam histórias de vida ou estilos de vida que não valham. Pena é ônus, é gasto, é esforço. Muitos sofrimentos não são intrínsecos as ações necessárias à pura sobrevivência. Muito pelo contrário.
Bem, acho que o mais simples é me restringir ao que eu pessoalmente faço ou penso sobre mim mesma.
10 ações que fazem eu me sentir melhor
1. Em absoluto primeiro lugar: descobrir ideias novas. Sejam minhas, estejam em livros, coisas que eu ouvi de alguém. Costumo brincar que preciso de pelo menos uma ideia nova todo dia.
2. Praticar dança aleatória ou canto aleatório. É meu pequeno momento de criação e também um laboratório do item 1. Infelizmente já encontrei reprovação de pessoas que testemunham e fico bastante chateada porque é bastante importante para mim.
3. Seja qual for a empreitada do momento eu procuro seguir um princípio: dedicar-me todo o possível enquanto não fizer mal a minha saúde. Acho que isso me faz sentir melhor na medida que eu percebo que estou me esforçando mas também reconheço que tenho limites.
4. Uma tônica nos meus últimos anos tem sido perceber as minhas debilidades dentro de algum contexto. Ou seja, perceber que alguns problemas meus também são de outras pessoas, e que há motivos (históricos, econômicos, etc.) para isso. Daí o segundo passo é pensar "agora que percebi tal coisa, como posso fazer para ajudar outras pessoas que também passam por isso?".
5. Essa foi uma brisa faz alguns anos mas me ajudou. Foi na época que estudava canto lírico e lembro que era um exercício teatral que inventei. Eu parti do pressuposto que nós temos a tendência a guardar na memória os sentimentos negativos mais do que os positivos. O que não significa que eventos legais não acontecem cotidianamente, mas que pode ser útil observar e fazer um esforço consciente para memorizar o meu estado quando eu fico feliz. Seria uma maneira de aprender a sentir-se feliz.
6. Aqui vai ser um pouco confuso porque eu descobri faz pouco tempo. Nós costumamos pensar em nossa vida como narrativa(s) e em nós mesmos como tendo identidade(s). Aquelas respostas para a pergunta "quem eu sou?". Às vezes eu acho útil não levá-las muito a sério.
7. Investir em empreendimentos cotidianos que estão fluindo melhor. O que não significa fazer apenas o mais fácil, mas não adianta a pessoa se lascar numa coisa que definitivamente não está rolando no momento.
8. Eu sou suspeita nesse item mas não posso negar que fazer psicoterapia me ajuda bastante.
9. Acordar cedo e correr. Quando possível.
10. Foi a segunda coisa que pensei mais só lembrei agora. Escrever me faz bem. Não num sentido imediato mas terminar um texto é bastante satisfatório. E outra que eu descubro que sei de coisas que não fazia ideia antes de começar.
Não escrevi aqui mas eu incluiria "evitar pensamentos repetitivos". Não é algo para sentir-me melhor mas me ajuda a não sentir-me pior. Eu realmente não gosto de ficar me repetindo. Ironicamente, acabo pensando isso muitas e muitas vezes. Mas sinto que, registrando aqui no texto, posso acabar me libertando disso também.
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10 razões pelas quais a vida vale a pena
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