terça-feira, 17 de janeiro de 2012

Bélgica


Sempre que me perguntam por que escolhi morar na Bélgica, respondo que na verdade a Bélgica me escolheu. Minha vontade de morar na Europa, viajar mais e aprender outra língua me levou a ser Au Pair novamente e conheci a família perfeita, que vive na Bélgica.
Estava tão certa do que queria que não hesitei por muito tempo. Aceitei morar com eles, organizei toda a documentação, fiz as malas, disse meus adeus e vim.
Vim sem saber o que esperar, sem expectativas ou pré-conceitos. Passei duas semanas no litoral, observando, explorando e aprendendo. Me adaptando à família e eles a mim. Tendo muitas dores de cabeça por escutar holandês demais.
De volta à vila, me dei conta do lugar lindo que moraria por um ano. Muito verde, silêncio, animais e... um castelo de verdade! Comecei a fazer caminhadas no parque em volta do castelo. Até hoje mal posso acreditar na minha sorte.
A Bélgica é dividida em duas partes: a holandesa e a francesa (na verdade três, mas a parte alemã é tão pequena!). A capital, Bruxelas, é bilíngue. Moro na parte holandesa, mas em meia hora estou em Bruxelas escutando francês e várias outras línguas. Outra coisa que me impressionou na capital é o número de imigrantes, principalmente africanos e muçulmanos – mulheres usando véus, roupas típicas super coloridas, etc.
Como típica turista, logo visitei os monumentos e símbolos da cidade – Atomium, Manneken Pis, Grand Place, Palácio Real, etc. Aprendi a usar o metrô, a me localizar e a circular a pé. Fui a eventos e shows no verão, vi o Steven Spielberg e o Arnaldo Antunes. Bruxelas começou a se tornar familiar pra mim, mas nunca perco a sensação de insegurança que sinto ao andar pelas ruas da cidade. Como várias capitais, há gente de todo lugar e muitas dessas pessoas se comportam de um jeito estranho.
Fiz aulas de holandês e aprendi algumas coisas com a família e os amigos. Às vezes entendo o contexto, mas desisti de querer falar essa língua. Comecei minhas aulas de francês e estou evoluindo bastante. Entendo bem, leio e arrisco falar um pouco e me viro bem!
Não dá pra falar de Bélgica sem falar das cervejas, dos chocolates, dos waffles e das fritas! Primeiro: há uma lista gigante de cervejas fabricadas aqui, de marcas conhecidas a pequenos produtores, cervejas fracas e outras fortíssimas, cervejas tradicionais ou com sabor de fruta. É o paraíso da cerveja!
Os chocolates são também deliciosos e há até museu do chocolate. O hábito mais diferente e engordativo que aprendi foi comer pão com Nutella no café da manhã. Todos os dias. Bom, tive que parar, porque senão...
A cada esquina há uma barraquinha de fritas, que são vendidas em cones ou caixinhas de papel e acompanhadas de molhos, principalmente maionese. Nas vendinhas de waffles eles são feitos na hora. Não dá pra resistir ao aroma! Waffle com calda de chocolate, waffle com sorvete, waffle com chantilly e frutas!
Este pequeno país no coração da Europa, dividido, sem governo central, realmente conquista seu coração!
Das águas frias do litoral aos canais da linda Brugge, de Flandres à Wallonia, da capital ao campo, das viagens de trem, dos moinhos, dos castelos e igrejas antigos, do orvalho congelado pela manhã, dos patos, ovelhas, pôneis, veados e pássaros, da chuva, do vento forte, dos passeios de bicicleta e, mais que tudo, das amizades e da família, das inúmeras risadas regadas a cerveja, dos filmes, dos jogos, das viagens e caminhadas, das pessoas que abriram seus braços para me receber – vou sentir saudades.



terça-feira, 6 de dezembro de 2011

Quase Verbo - Almost a Verb


joguinho de rimas

minha mão
rima com as suas coxas.
minha outra mão
rima com suas mamas.
meu corpo
rima sobre o corpo seu
também rima debaixo do corpo seu.
minha boca
rima com sugar você todinha.
sua boca
rima me descobrir das cabeças aos pés.
minha língua
rima com o seu umbigo
e também com os seus pelos e mistérios.
sua língua
rima com o meu rijo pecado.
so não quero saber de rimar
sexo com gozo solitário.


little game of rhymes

my hand
rhymes with your thighs.
my other hand
rhymes with your breasts.
my body
rhymes on your body
it also rhymes under your body.
my mouth
rhymes with sucking you all over.
your mouth
rhymes with exploring me from head to toe.
my tongue
rhymes with your navel
and with your hair and mysteries.
your tongue
rhymes with my rigid sin.
i just don’t want to rhyme
sex with lonely pleasure.

(Do livro Quase Verbo de Jurandir Barbosa, traduzido por Ana Elisa Miranda. Lançamento em breve).


domingo, 27 de novembro de 2011

That Sunday



                It’s already 11:30am and I’m still in bed. Half of the day went by and the only thing I did was sleep. I feel I’m wasting time. But anyways, it’s Sunday and what is there to do in this town? I roll over to my side, pull the blankets over my head and close my eyes. It`s impossible to fall asleep again, because I`ve slept enough. Damn! The sun is coming in my room through the blinds and the sound of kids playing on the street is bothering me. It must be a beautiful day and here I am, going against the joy and excitement that comes with vacations.
                I manage to drag myself out of bed, splash some cold water on my face and go to the kitchen to eat something. Breakfast is my favorite meal, especially at grandma`s house. She had made cake, cheese bread, cookies. And there`s always fresh coffee. After that, who knows what time I`ll have lunch. And who cares?
                I have the tv remote in my hands when my cell phone rings. It`s one of my old school classmates. I hesitate about answering for a moment, because I don`t know what to expect from her and what excuse to give in case she has some boring or weird invitation. Finally, I force a smile, take a deep breath and pick up the phone. Leticia was always in a good mood, loved going out but also got in trouble sometimes.
“Hello?!” I say, still hesitating.
“Mari! Hi, how are you?”
“Good.” Lie.
“Long time, girl!”
“Yeah…” I don`t remember the last time I saw her, and honestly I don`t care.
“Listen, some of my friends are going to Dani`s grandpa`s ranch, to the waterfall, so I thought of calling you, you`re staying home alone all the time…”
“I don`t know…” It could be fun, but I smelled trouble in the air.
“Don`t worry, we`ll go in two cars. Just meet us in front of the elementary school in half an hour, ok? See ya’!” And with that she hangs up on me.
I think it`s nothing much, maybe I should put my worries on the side for a while, have some fun, see old friends again. Without thinking much I put some stuff in my backpack: bathing suit, towel, fruit, cookies, water; tell grandma and walk to the school. The town looks the same as it did on my childhood- the houses, the stores, the squares. But I don`t recognize most of the people, although they know exactly who I am.
I get to the school and everybody is already in the first car. Everybody but Gabriel, who is leaning against the second car. I never liked that guy. Actually, I had never talked to him. We were classmates for eight years. He always sat way on the back of the class and I sat on the first row. Eight years and I never noticed how cute he is.
“Mari, I`m glad you came!” Says Leticia, forcing me to take my eyes off his. “We were waiting for Julie, but she just called saying she is not coming. Our car is full, so you go with Gabriel, ok?” And off they go to the ranch.
I never know what to say in this kind of situation - when I don`t know a person well, when I`m left alone with this person, when I was taken with a sudden attraction for this person and to make it worse I haven`t had many conversations lately. I could have lost my voice and not noticed.
He gestures towards the car and I get in quickly, without a word. We don`t say anything for the next fifteen minutes. It was more than awkward when we heard a noise and the car started having problems.
“What was that?”
“Don`t know. We`ll have to stop and check.”
“Oh, great!”
“It`ll help more if you don`t complain. I`ll check the engine, you pay attention, if someone comes, ask for help.”
“I`m not complaining. And honestly I don`t think someone is going to come in the middle of nowhere.”
Sometimes I hate myself. And now is a good example. Why do I have to be so stupid? Why scare all guys only because an idiot left me? An idiot that I loved so much… But I know I have to forget. I try to think about something to start a conversation, but nothing comes to my mind. It can`t be the car, because I know nothing about cars. And that`s when he saves me.
“What a progress for a school newspaper editor, uh? Working on Ella magazine. Congratulations!”
“It`s just an internship. I`ll graduate in the end of the year. How about you?”
“Engineering. I still have one year to go.”
And so we talk for hours, with him poking the engine and me sitting on the edge of the road, chattering like a fool. We talk and talk and we know almost everything about our lives when he says we can go. I didn`t notice he was done because I was so distracted taking mental notes about what he likes to do, about his family and the classes he hates.
Talking for the rest of the drive, I don`t even see time passing. I don`t notice the pastures, so green this time of the year, the cows, the water streams. We get to the waterfall and everybody is swimming, laughing out loud, and drinking beer. We are all surprised when I sit on a rock under the mango tree and he sits by my side and puts his hand on mine.

(From the book Qualquer dia desses, originally written in Portuguese.)