Thought of the evening: CLEVERNESS

                     The worst kind of clever person is the one who thinks to be the owner of the only cleverness of the world, that we all are ignorant and this is the first step to his or her debacle, but while he or she does not fall, we have to support this creature making our days worse and underestimating us.

Kátia Paes

PHRASES, THOUGHTS AND SOMETHING ELSE

Some truths are so absurdly absurd that they get a connotation of lie. (Kátia Paes)

There are mistakes that succeed so much, so much, so much that become a hit. I always did the right things and they always failed, that is why the best way is following the thought above. (Kátia Paes)

I cannot believe who gave the light (gave birth) gives darkness consciously. (Kátia Paes)

I love kids, when they are sleeping. (Kátia Paes)

 A wife should act like a mistress, but a mistress should never act like a wife. There are husbands that could even be absolved. I consider them innocent for having mistresses. (Kátia Paes) 

There is nothing sadder than a ridicule man do not have the slightest idea about it. (Kátia Paes)

It is better we give away what we have than we sell what we do not have. (Kátia Paes)

About the statement of public domain: “Where one earns his bread, one does not eat the meat”. Is that true? It depends how hungry you are. (Kátia Paes)

There is nothing sadder than being obliged to smile even when you want to shed tears. (Kátia Paes)

Thought of the day: WISDOM OR CHARITY OF GOD

God is so good, so good, so good with me that when He saw me underserved of children, He sends me one I had not given birth with the body, but with the heart, Caio. God do not always give what you want, but what you need. Thank you my Lord for Caio.

Kátia Paes

WE ARE NEVER ALONE

For those:  1) who find themselves alone;

                   2) that in a matter of minutes let the despair on command;

                   3) before the water drop runs over the glass;

                    You are not alone.

Living in a condominium is not easy and when there are people who are not able to do that, it gets even worse, becoming unbearable. I live at 504 and some new residents arrived for 604. A water leak happened in my bathroom for visits, coming from their bathroom. When it happened with mine, 2 years ago, I fixed it at the same time, because it’s a matter of pacific coexistence, but what’s correct is correct, what’s by right is by right and as Jesus said: “Render therefore unto Caesar the things which are Caesar's and unto God the things that are God's”.

Well, I went to the syndic, he put himself in contact with them and they said him that they would not fix it and the leakage was getting worse. I talked with the woman resident and she told me that she would not fix it because she was an assistant of an alderwoman, that I could blow myself up* and If I was deranged, I could fix it by myself.

How could I fix it if the leakage was in her apartment?

Then she freaked out. I talked with the syndic and this one did not have authority to make her pay. Desperate, I called to her job, where she is an assistant of an alderwoman and again she freaked out telling me she would not fix it and she even menaced me to record the talking. I was not rude, she could have recorded it, and I would even like it. She used this recording stuff to menace me. When I saw the syndic did not have the authority enough to make her fix it, and she offended me, I left desperate. The worst thing is when you act correctly and the people act in a bad way with you, endorsed by the cowardice of the syndic. He is the power, he is the law, he must have obliged her to fix it and he did not, demanding harmony between us. How? She damaged my bathroom and she would not want to pay for! It is sad, there are people that feel pleasure when trampling the others’ life, causing them despair, bragging themselves for being an assistant of an alderwoman, being over the duties of a condominium’s resident.

I was walking by the streets and the despair got me in a so strong, so strong way because she vilified me, bragging herself for being better than I am. Myself, so humiliated since the 1964 Revolution here in Brazil, still a child, I felt like throwing myself in front of a pick-up, enough. I told: “God! Forgive me, it is so much humiliation since I was a child, this is not her who brags herself for being the assistant of an alderwoman who can trample others. I do not want to live in a world where there is no respect for others.” Since she moved to the condominium, she made my life a living hell. Ex: noise after 10pm, dragging a sofa, jumping over the sofa, walking on high heels after 1am. When I was about to throw myself in front of the pick-up I saw a family of sparrows, where a damned person threw a piece of bread in the middle of a busy central crossing between Avenida** Rio de Janeiro and Rua*** Sergipe, but none car hit them, because they were so tiny they became barely visible to the drivers. They almost touched them but no contact. One of them stayed in middle of the wheels of a car. The sparrow hit the bottom of the car and when it passed, the sparrow flew to the roof of a house safe and sound.

I understood it like a message from God. I crossed the street, removed the breadcrumbs of the ground for providing the same luck, but even this way some remained, so I prayed to God, thanking for the small ones being safe and not hit. I was worried for some crumbs remain stuck in the asphalt and then a torrential rain fell dissolving all the crumbs. Once more, I thanked God for my life and for the sparrows, showing me that I was not alone.

Kátia Paes

PS: This is a real story, not a fiction, and it really happened with me. I would like to share it with you all in order to motivate you to keep the faith and hope in some sad and hopeless situations.

References:

1)  *blow myself up: In Brazil, this expression means something like “screw myself”, but in a lighter way, or not, depends of the point of view in different countries and cultures;

2)      **Avenida = it means “Avenue” in Portuguese and Spanish;

3)      ***Rua = it means “Street” in Portuguese.

Thought of the day: MISJUDGEMENT

For you people with two or more children, do not bet in only one in detriment of the others.

Just because in your opinion your preferred is the most capable, intelligent and smarter, do not do it. Acting like this you will hurt the non-choose or untalented and maybe, he can be more capable than the other and, for any reason, you did not realize that or he did not show you. You got your hopes up on the other and he got upset, down to show you and disappoint you.

Do not forget the world turns and you may have committed two big mistakes: choosing the wrong one and hurting the discredited forever.

Kátia Paes

Message of the day: SUBMISSION

This is for you that work in the homes of other people. You must have a lot of patience, swallowing toads, frogs, by the way, all the swamp. Stay strong my friends!

PS: swallowing toad is an expression used in Brazil when someone needs to bear the absurd and the insults of their employers.

Kátia Paes

SCARS

There are calumnies, humiliations, privations which are caused on us by our neighbours, sometimes in the name of the pure pleasure, or for thinking they are be better, or yet, taking advantage of our condition of necessity, submitted under on them that depending on the intensity when they were done, become almost like the pain of loss. With time, they are becoming warm, but never get cold. They are scars that mark our soul, and like scars, they are always there.

Kátia Paes

TRILOGY GOD AND THE DEVIL – PART 1 – They Are Mindful to the Details

What condemns you? What absolves you? What raises you to God and what demeans you to the Devil? Great acts or small things of our day by day? For the majority, the day is very short to make charity.

Myself, how many times angry about the life or sad due to any reason, or finding myself unfairly treated, looked the ladies in the pavements with disdain and I never gave them one single penny.

Certain Sunday passing by a grocery store, I saw a young lady with the age of 15 at most and she held in her arms a newborn child and two children sat on the floor. She caught the newborn and raised it until me. I looked at her so angry and with so many despite as If I have said: “You only know to do it”. Not satisfied I said her: “Yes, to fuck, looking for a man with a nice weenie, open your legs to him, it was good, wasn’t it? You have three kids by your side!” I know she was irresponsible for bringing three children without conditions to this world and she will be responsible by their unhappiness, their starvation and their needs of life in the daily matters. Other woman coming behind me played the clairvoyant and prophesied: “Tomorrow all of them are going to be outlaws, to rob our children and our grandchildren. The girl will follow the same path of her mother and she will be a prostitute like her”. I just do not know what passed on my mind.

The real truth, that day was one of those that you do not wake up well, you are not good with yourself and with others. Surely, I will pay for that, even being only a finding and a comment, off my rights.

As that day was Sunday, I went to the church (PS: I stay years without going into one, but miracles happen, I went on.). I am not used to go to not even when I am desperate, asking to God to bring me peace and deliver myself to Him with body and soul, because I believe God is everywhere and not only in a predestined place. I went in, prayed for the souls, mainly for those ones that have always helped the animals, mainly the homeless animals, because these ones have the sky and the asphalt as witness of their own disgrace. I also ask the human being gets better, do not poison them, making of their starvation an ally of their death. In this meantime, I looked to one of my sides and I saw two old ladies who should be buying their ticket to the other side due to have a so burning praying, perhaps disturbing the priest or they were already considering themselves in the Heavens.

Once the mass was over, we left the church almost at the same time. A little dog black like a moonless night, because he was quite mistreated, really bad treated, poor dog. One of the old ladies that some minutes ago were praying with so many faith to God, has gotten her umbrella and hit the little dog that ran away crying when a car almost hit it. The other old lady, her sister in faith and pray, criticised her and then I thought: “It is great! At least I did not need to do it, to call her attention because of her lack of charity with the puppy”. When she turns back and says:

- You should not have hit with the umbrella on the itchy, you have had spoiled it and they are so expensive nowadays. In you place I would have kicked it, so it would run in the same way and you would not have none damage.

Laughing loud, the other finished with a pearl:

- I still have good legs. This miserable should have got dead yet.

As they would have done nothing important they went home very happy, scheduling to watch another mass in the next day, because it surely would drive them to God. As they were aged, their place in Heaven would be already reserved. Would it really be?

Kátia Paes

Introduction to the matter: GOD AND THE DEVIL ARE MINDFUL TO THE DETAILS

What condemns you to Heaven or Hell surely are the details, not the big things, because these ones we can see them. Only when we fly in airplane we see how small we are, then God is God and He is mindful to the details. He is omnipotent, omnipresent and omniscient.

Kátia Paes

Thought of the evening: DON’T BE AFRAID OF TRYING

There are mistakes that succeed so much, so much, so much that become a hit. By the way, I always did the right things and they always failed, that’s why the best way is following the thought above.

Kátia Paes

IMPERFECTIONS

My mother once was hospitalized by 11 months in Rio de Janeiro. I got out by 09:30am to arrive by 10:30am at the hospital, considering it was at Rio Comprido neighbourhood. Returning around 4pm any day, an unbearable heat, when the bus was passing by Botafogo beach the semaphore got red and I saw a homeless old lady seeming slight, pale and resembling quite unfortunate. She walked with a little black dog that kept the same resemblance, that one of hungry. When I decided to get out, the bus took off and then I got seated again. I could have jumped off in the next stop because still there would have time enough of reaching the old lady with the dog, but in that day I failed, I didn’t make it. I could have justified that I was tired, it was Friday, the bus had delayed a lot, N excuses, though I know I failed.

Both were squalid with so much hungry, it was too much sadness. Up till now I remember about the face of the dog. Why me? I always hand out food to the homeless puppies, because I always considered them major victims than the human being, because these ones buy them and when they get sick of the bought objects, they abandon them in any corner.

I try to justify me, maybe why one day, at Princesa Isabel Ave., in Rio de Janeiro, I saw a lady strolling with her dog. As she was homeless, she was shabby and pulling the little dog by a rope. As soon as I saw her, I ran into the grocery store and I bought two meat sachets to the dog. When the puppy saw me it approached timidly, by instinct it knew that there was some food to alleviate its suffering. Suddenly I heard a shout:

- Lady! My dog only eats home meal! – And repeated it at least by 2 times in an aggressive tone.

I could have said her:

- You are selfish and mean. Don’t you see it is hungry? – But the poor dog seemed it did not want a fight and went to be seated close to her. Today I would have done it in a different way, I would have bought 2 meals and handed out them, but when I went home I only could cry.

You know, about the biggest sins and dirty deeds that I have done in my life, these ones I am sure I will take it to the grave, beyond the eternity. For twice, God put me face to face with the hungry and I did nothing even passing through it. I feel myself like a monster, because I failed with my neighbour, not only with my resembling, the dog was my neighbour and nothing I did, I accommodated me in the uncertainty of others do what I should have done. As Molière said: “It is not only what we do, but also what we do not do, for which we are accountable”, I am in hell.

Kátia Paes

GOOD MORNING FRIDAY !

For you who access my blog, have a wonderful day! Even that thing you are quite sure that will not succeed, let it work! That everything runs in a great way! Your cranky boss gets in a good mood!  That you can find good things wherever your way may cross!

At last, that all days be wonderfully the best of your life!

Kátia Paes

TEARS

Do not cry, it does not worth. Tears poison the body little by little, raise infirmities, revolt and depression.  The only tears that you must cry are those of joy that make a good to your soul and pull the burden out of your heart. I really know how hard it is when we are humiliated and dependents of others who make everything to make our day even worse, it is nerve-racking.

Once it has been gone, give a deep breath and remember that nothing is everlasting, not even the suffering that now afflicts you. Carry on because better days are about to come.

Kátia Paes

Thought for the day: THE POVERTY

·         Sister of Pain;

·         Aunt of Humiliation;

·         Niece of Necessity;

·         Granddaughter of Desperation;

·         Daughter of Submission, and ;

·         Mother of Tears.

You can beat this family, beat it!

Kátia Paes

THE DESOLATE HEART

At the corner of Pain Avenue with Deception lived a little heart boy so hurt, mistreated, chased away, he suffered so much, because he starved, stayed in the dew and as it was not enough, he was despised when not ignored.

When the night fell, he got an old newspaper to warm himself and he found any corner at the old marquee that he called home. He looked at the sky and prayed, thanking by the day that ended and asked for the next day would be at least quite like the previous one, because he had survived. However, in the daybreak he observed that everyone had its own companion. He spoked with his friend:

- Gosh, so beautiful you two.

- You should find some girlfriend.

- Do you think so? I am afraid. I have suffered so much.

His friend replied:

- Of course, it will be great! Everybody has the right to pursue happiness.

- Hmmm, maybe! Exclaimed the little heart boy.

The sun went down under the old marquee and he put himself ready to sleep. He looked at the sky and prayed:

- Oh my Good Lord! You who listens to everything, knows everything, if there is deserving of me, for charity my Lord, concede me a girlfriend for who knows this time, I can make it right and be happy. – With tears in his eyes fell asleep the poor heart.

When waking up in the next morning, he went to look for food at Illusion Street, because that street was busy, with luxurious cars, well-dressed people and the trash can was always full. Suddenly he hears:

- Grab her! Grab her! Thief!

Before him stops a little heart girl who asks desperately:

- Help me! Please!

Then he hides her. As soon as the fright is gone, both go to the old marquee where she would be safe at least for a while.

- Well – he asks – What really happened to the police chase you?

- Oh, they accused me of stealing a client, as If I was dishonest. He calumniated me.

No need of more details, he said:

- Stay with me and you will be safe. Try not to find confusion. What is your name? – Asked him.

- My name is Silver. And yours?

- Candid.

The time was passing by and the little heart boy fell in love as If never been in love before.

Every night, before sleeping, the little heart boy thanked the joy of the grace delivered, a girlfriend. However, a certain morning he woke up alone. Beside him, only the old newspaper sheet. The poor heart freaked out. He searched at Pain Street, Desperate Street, Tears Street, Euphoria Street and until last, Decadence Street. Nothing. There he saw Mr. Intestine. Afraid he approached, because he had a reputation of being in a bad mood.

- Mr. Intestine, please, one minute of your attention! Have you seen my twin soul, Silver?

- No my boy. For your information, I will be the last one to see her, because everyone like her ignores me, they don’t give me the real importance that I have and when they do it, sometimes there is nothing else to be done.

- Like what? – Asked the little heart boy.

- It is simple, answer me, you who walks everywhere, have you ever listened anyone says that he or she have had diarrhea by the night, that they have had whistle belly thumps? Have you observed when people go to the toilet they always go making the number one? They never say that they are going to make the number two due to the shame. When you see someone feeling sick, complaining about something, they are going to say that they have some headache, that passed all night with renal colic, etc., but I never, never took the sleep of anybody! – And smiled the intestine – But I know who knows about her.

- Who? Please! – Implores the desperate heart.

- Mr. Brain, because he is the great commander, knows everything!

- But where I find him?

- Son, at Reason Street, do you know where it is?

- Nope! But I will find it.

- I doubt it! But he will find you.

Hopeless, the heart goes away. Then he heard:

- Hey!

- Who are you?

- I am the one you look for.

- Mr. Brain?

- Exactly!

- Have you seen my twin soul, Silver?

- My naïve little heart boy, which silver gets held in the hands of anyone?  Oh, I have positively seen her. How long you think she would bear that misery? That privation?

- But she loved me so! – Replied the poor heart.

- The tongue speaks what it wants and not what it feels – Replied the brain.

- No, she loved me.

- Loved you so much uh! She passed inside a luxurious car with Mr. Stomach, fat and rich. When you will learn the truth of life? Sad I know it is, that’s why I never fell in love and If they get me sick I give them a sudden headache and they leave me in peace so quick that I don’t need to think twice. Let this be a lesson to you. Before I give you a headache go back now to your marquee.

Kátia Paes