Posts tagged ‘maracaípe’

Please, let the silence remains

me, domany & bruno @ Maracaipe, September, 2010

me, domany & bruno @ Maracaipe, September, 2010

me, domany & bruno @ Maracaipe, September, 2010

me, domany & bruno @ Maracaipe, September, 2010

Cramberries, Black Eyed Peas, Soldiers of Jah, Amy Winehouse and Iron Maiden. This place has indeed finally provided a good concert schedule.

A few years ago one of my best friends left to another state where he was going under some training to join the marine elite. I miss him dearly. I need him around. A few weeks ago I saw him after such a long time.  He came to celebrate his own birthday party and propose to his girlfriend. They even scheduled the marriage date already!!

Today he surprised me by calling in an unusual time. He was in a bar, in Belem (where he is currently living) and calling to ask how am I doing and say that he’s missing me. Awwww!!! ):

We’ve been friends for 12 years so far and I have never spent so long without seeing him before.

Btw, have you noticed how the pictures are often unrelated to the texts? I don’t really mean it but it just happens. I’m just trying to be spontaneous.. but it should be related. Oh yeah, and the title is also unrelated.

Me & Domany @ Maracaípe, September, 2010

Me @ Maracaípe, September, 2010

Me @ Maracaípe, September, 2010

Where Memories are Fresh

London, July, 2008

“I like it in the city when the air is so thick and opaque. I love to see everybody in short skirts, shorts and shades”

Nothing really to say about anything. It’s just random cause I feel random. Random pictures for my random mood posted in my equally random blog.

I like July and I miss how the heavy clouds constantly threat us with quick & thick rains during this time.

Maracaípe, Setembro, 2010

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Goodnight ghost readers and Reuri (:

sunrise

I always take so long to post pictures after taking it.

These pictures were taken on September 7th extended holidays.

Everything was partially planned on the last minute but we all had a blast. We rent a house on Maracaipe beach, next to Porto de Galinhas, an hour and half from Recife, for 4 days.

Maracaipe is like a paradise. Surfers, clean water, waves, a few bars and humble houses. It grew out of a fishers village and is basically supported by tourism now a days.

Recently, a huge land was sold to the portuguese group Pestana to build a resort. That will involve the overthrow of many trees (mostly coconut trees) and the government provided the construction of a new road, since it was quite hard to get there by car before. That will increase the cars flow to the beach, which can’t really support that many people. That will result on the mischarachterization of a paradise which I see as a big loss, besides the obvious polution result of an uncontrolled development of a town.  With all the recent discussion about sustainability it’s so disappointing to see our government supporting such a thing.

Blablabla. I get lost so easy on what I’m saying when the TV is on. I need to work on my concentration.

Sometimes I feel like I talk like Simpsons episodes that changes the story completely in the middle of the episode. I can’t stick to a topic! Cacete!!!

Anyways. Pictures taken by my friend Bruno. “Models”: me and Domany.

Pijama/roupa de casa + boas companhias

Maracaípe, Setembro, 2010

Tem coisa melhor do que passar um tempo em casa com uma roupa confortável e alguns bons amigos pra jogar conversa fora e te fazer rir?

Reuni algumas fotos de momentos assim.

Não necessariamente na MINHA casa (com exceção das fotos em Orlando que, por algum tempo, era realmente meu lar). Seja uma casa alugada na praia para o feriadão; ou uma casa de veraneio própria, de parente ou amigos; numa moradia temporaria; casa de amigo; ou, até mesmo, num albergue, porque não?

Confesso que não sou uma pessoa baladeira. Não curto rave e saio pouco para baladas. Preciso de um BOM motivo para me deslocar até a Zona Sul para uma baladinha, devo confessar. Troco inúmeras festas por um fim de semana na praia ou interior.

A vida urbana é uma constante tentativa de driblar situações, principalmente horários de rush no trânsito e sair ao ar livre no sol a pino.

Mas nada que alguns dias longe com os amigos não resolva! É como uma dose de outra  realidade. Quem não gosta diversificar as atividades do cotidiano, não é mesmo?

Sempre morei com meus pais. Tive uma curta experiência de morar por 3 meses com roommates em Orlando, todas brasileiras e nordestinas. A escolha dos apartamentos eram sorteio e eu nunca tinha visto elas na vida (com exceção de Déa) antes de entrar com mala e cuia em casa. Mas nos demos bem de cara e a convivência era tão constante que em poucas semanas eramos como irmãs! De pedir escova de dente emprestada (ein Déa? ;p eew, eu sei, mas sem frescura, né?!) e tudo, vergonha zero dentro de casa. Logicamente não vou entrar em detalhes por motivos óbvios. Enfim. Faz uma falta. Era uma “realidade” boa.

Era tudo tão bom com elas

Bricar com elas (cada momento juntas era motivo para celebrar)

Dormir e acordar com elas

Aproveitar um dia de folga com elas (Roommates 2009/2010)

Casa de praia dos Kijima, Japão, 2008

Jazz Hostel, Miami, 2010

E para matar a saudades, reencontro com as roommies, Maceió, Junho 2010