"O amor não envergonha, não rejeita. O amor incita a crescer, inovar, criar.
O amor transforma, aflora sentimentos nobres".







 

segunda-feira, 20 de fevereiro de 2012

The Train Memory -Jade da Rocha

It was a Friday afternoon on the summer of 1985 in Brazil; I was traveling on the train from the City of Governador Valadares, Minas Gerais to Vitoria, Espirito Santo. I could never think an approximately 7 hours on a train could be so exciting. At first, the sound of the train encased on the railroad tracks felt like a repeated melody to my ears as I was recounting my vision for a happy summer at the monazite sands of the beaches of Guarapari, located on the coast of the state of Espirito Santo where my family waits my arrival.
The smell of the meat grilled with charcoal from the restaurants cabin, convinced myself to have lunch at the restaurant. Suddenly, on my way to the restaurant cabin I hear a woman screaming. I was so curious that I followed the sound of her painful voice. Someone else scream “Is that a doctor in the train?” I could not see what was happening, all I could see was the astonished, surprisingly face of the passengers.

I see a doctor rushing thru the aisles and I follow him as if I was his assistant and finally broke through the crowd and saw this young woman about to deliver a baby. It seemed more like we were part of a dramatic film as the young woman screams more intensively. The doctor remained patient as we could contemplate this magnificent phenomenon of the head of the baby coming out slowly. We could not hold our breaths screaming in a chorus “It’s coming, it’s coming!”  The doctor announced: “It’s a girl, a healthy baby girl.” We all applauded this incredible, marvelous, yet scaring situation at the time.

 I went back to the restaurant cabin to taste the smoke of the charcoal on the meal, after all I was starving. For the rest of the trip we feel to talking about this unusual moment, creating a bond that one could never forgot. The train arrived at 9:00pm sharp. My father was anxiously waiting for me. Inside the car heading to Guarapari, I told him the beautiful experience I had witnessed.  We laugh…  From the “varanda” of our house in Guarapari, I can see the waves breaking on shore. I can touch this moments as if was only yesterday.
Oh, I would love to be back there now. Happy times!


*Varanda – verandah, balcony

sexta-feira, 10 de fevereiro de 2012

All My Love




 

This one is a tale for you my love
You are out there, somewhere...
transcending like magic

You will come with the wind
as an awakening to our love
I will let the doors of my eyes open
to welcome your fervent heart


Within the days we were inseparable
With time we became as one

Fondly...quietly...eternally
we will get to
a state of mind that without each other
is no sunshine.

And once more proclaiming this love
for ever and ever

this is a tale of you and me my love!!!

-Jade da Rocha

quinta-feira, 2 de fevereiro de 2012

Daybreak by Jade da Rocha

As I gaze at the skies on a chilly early morning of January, 2012 from my backyard, I see the darkness of the daybreak as the clouds spreads rapidly for the warm rays of sunshine dazzling overpower the moment. I have never really looked at the brilliance behind the translucent color of the ethereal firmament in such intensive perception.
Immersed in an elusive contemplation I can hear the calm, bright water of the Atlantic reaching the shores blending with the bird’s silhouette singing sweet melodies; escaping the noise of the bridges that connect the Intracoastal and the Atlantic.
Overlooking the ocean’s waves dancing in slow motion from a hammock hanging among the palm trees, a sudden fresh air of the salty water invade the surrounds entering my nostrils in a smooth and refreshing way. The beauty of this image left me speechless, flouting out into nature.

Whether you’re enjoying a pleasant, calm environment or a less peaceful one; the mysteries life can bring most of the time sudden the conflicts and offers just enough inspiration to escape from the ordinary to an amazing experience.
The phone rings, breaking the silence. I glance at it hopping will stop .Wishing I could go back in time and had my phone turned off. Trapped with the needs of everyday life I go ahead. The moment I touch the screen, the birds singing echoes distant and a new connection begins in a forgotten corner of my window waiting for another inspiring fresh feeling, another day.