“I don’t like reading movies much” is how I often describe my rejection of contemporary literature that relies heavily on the surprising turns and twists of plot, because I’ve often found that the degree to which such stories are entertaining, they are bereft of the lyricism that invokes reflection and the lingering taste of beauty. […]Read More
I don’t have enough words of praise and awe for the delicious food of India, but after nearly five weeks in the Subcontinent, there was something to rediscover once back in my kitchen on the other side of the world, to make once again those personal comfort foods — those that would be requested before […]Read More
Se não fosse pela minha experiência toda no Brasil – ou o Brasil que passou na minha vida – eu jamais teria achado tanta graça no comentário do meu irmãozinho indiano, depois daquela pausa para relaxar: “This is India: we have to make adjustments; we have to find the WAYS.”
Eu engasguei e quase cuspi a água que bebia para fora do tuk-tuk.
That is why after another five years and on the occasion of my tenth journey to India I was shocked to see young Indian women taking holidays on their own.Read More
“That is the story I cannot tell you” was how I responded to my nieces and nephews who pulled on me to sit back down. I abruptly rose, leaving them to hang from a cliff to know what happened after the beautiful Sita had been kidnapped by the Demon. “Please, uncle! Tell us the whole […]Read More
Once again removing the color pollution of noxious textile dyes, paints and plastics to reveal the beauty in the details of life — and dance — in Rio’s old city center.
Sem a poluição cromática de tanto tingimento têxtil, tinta e plásticos, a beleza dos detalhes da vida — e baile — no Rio Antigo fica ainda mais charmoso.Read More
May I look at your books is a question I think that no one of my generation or older would make. It came from a younger friend, as if asking to read something secretive, like a diary. “Of course!” I responded. A quick scan resulted in wide eyes, “This is chaos!” “There is no such […]Read More
Buildings are like books, the exterior is the Preface, the Prologue; it is where the excitement and the intrigue of a story begins, giving you a hint as to what lies ahead.
The interior is the body of the book, a place where you get introduced to some characters, the scenery, the plot, and maybe you solve a mystery behind its private doors. You might even find things you really don’t want to see.
It was a law that had been passed forcing all residents to take something called a “vaccine” that resulted in the violent revolt that ransacked the city of Rio de Janeiro between November 10 – 16, 1904. The modernization of the nation’s capital at the time and during the First Republic was arduous: despite the […]Read More
“You don’t have a TV, Ricky?” “I’ve never had one.” “What? Why?” “Where would I put it?” 😉Read More