Kaleidoscope

Archive for noviembre 2005


Last week, it started to snow, but it didn’t stay much. Today, big snow. When I woke up the flakes were floating in the air, as in suspension. It was magic. Fortunately neither of us needed to go to work. I needed to do some cleaning, Saturday is the ‘cleaning day’, but I had no will for it. Instead I turned the radio on (Classical Radio) and made a dozen pancakes (I prefer crèpes, but we have a box of pre-mixed pancakes stuff that we have to finish). Mmmmh!

Later D and I went to rent a couple of movies to watch tonight (and surely tomorrow too). One of them is “When Harry met Sally”, which I mentioned previously. D doesn’t really like romantic comedies, but I insisted on that one, because I often think of the story a an un-stereotypical romantic comedy, since there is no love-at-first-sight. I think, we are romantic persons in our own way, but we don’t fit in any stereotype, and no one really does. I hate romantic movies that finish bad, as if when you are finally happy it has to end one day. Before knowing D, and realizing we were meant for each other, I use to think like that, “Toutes bonnes choses ont une fin” (All good thing aren’t meant to last). Well, good news: Love (real love) lasts forever! It’s written in our favorite book.

“Love is patient and kind;
love does not envy or boast;
it is not arrogant or rude.
It does not insist on its own way;
it is not irritable or resentful;
it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never ends.”

D and I often try to compare the differences in culture in the countries we have lived in. For me it’s hard to talk about the way French people live, specially the financial side of it, because while growing up I didn’t worry/care about all this. I was living with my parents, and only worried of having as much time as possible to read.

For my dad I read too much, it wasn’t a good thing, he wanted me to be social AND have some sportive activity… As a result I’ve tried the basketball team a year, and volleyball another, to realize that it’s not for me since I’m afraid of the ball (its target is always my head). I’m more the arty type, I would have liked dancing lessons, gymnastic (I did during one year), or track and fields… But those activities are not social and not cheap…

I’m a fish in water though (remember, I learned at 5), so swimming and water polo are the 2 sports that I’ve enjoyed doing. For some reason, in water-polo the ball is not attracted to my head, maybe because players wear a “helmet” -uh, it’s more a cap, but yeah there are protecting ears- 🙂

So that’s the story while my dad was providing the “funds”.

Later I took my pocket money hardly earned baby-sitting, teaching and I don’t know what else, to pay myself tango lessons. For two years I was a total aficionada, having a lesson per week, plus the practice and the dancing night every week-end. Crazy. I don’t know how much money I spent on this, but for me it was an escape from home. In some way, I was traveling back in time with the music from the 20’s to the 50’s (I’m old fashioned in my taste for real tango), and visiting my birth country without having to buy a plane ticket!

In all modesty, I’m a good dancer because I feel the music in my bones, I won’t ever think of counting my steps… I became such an addict that I knew every regular dancers of the Tangueria, maybe not the names but I could recognize the faces and knew who danced best which style and type of music (tango, milonga, vals-tango). Sometimes we would speak during hours about tango dancing shoes, how to shine them best, and “how come they get used so fast while dancing only 10 to 12 hours a week?” I still have 2 pairs of well-used dancing shoes made in Buenos-Aires. Did I mentioned that I also traveled with my dancing shoes in my backpack? I’ve danced Argentinian tango in Montreal, Québec City, Buenos-Aires (bien sûr!), Hamburg~Germany, and Toulouse~France… Am I crazy?

Of course all this had to end when D and I fell in love. He really doesn’t understand how people could have fun just turning around during hours! LOL.

I confess, we have other things to do.

Smile, though your heart is aching
Smile, even though it’s breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
You’ll get by…If you smile
With your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You’ll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just…

Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That’s the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what’s the use of crying
You’ll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just…

Smile, though your heart is aching
Smile, even though it’s breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
You’ll get by…

If you smile
Through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You’ll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile…

That’s the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what’s the use of crying
You’ll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile

Composed by Charlie Chaplin (even though Mickael Jackson sang it in his album “History”)

Oooh. Just wanted to comment that the lyrics and the music are beautiful. BUT. It’s still hard to smile and be happy everyday. I’m not saying that I’m sad or even moody today, non, pas vraiment, but I suppose like all of the blogger world (right?!) there are some days that I’m just hating every one, hating the fact that I’m biking everywhere (when I could be developing a big ass in a car), hating my jobs, the country where I’m living etc…

However, I do find that when you (& I, and your neighbor) smile, people are more wanting to talk to you (us), we become more accessible. Whatever. Some days I don’t wanna talk.


De todo un poco

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