When I came to love cats – and I have no idea how that happened – just the opposite happened as suddenly as it happened. Who was that person before? And how could so much time be wasted without this part of the party?
Yes, because sharing my existence with felines was never something I programmed or discussed, say, in parsing. That was not a reason. It was not a decision. I’ve just gone. And it goes from second to second, like lack of exercise, synapses spinning, God’s circumstances.
But isn’t that kind of a bargain in life? Or at least a piece of the Russian Dolls charter – yes exactly? change course? sabotage the corner? Let yourself, even once a year, go the route without Waze?
I, who had hitherto considered myself a being of dogs, suddenly found myself at my door clinging to a skinny little kitten who already had a very strange instinct of affection and protection.
I found Duffy by chance in the studio parking lot where I was recording my soap opera, and she had only a month left at the time. But within three hours it became a life project.
“Yes, I do fall in love. And not only do I have no control over the course of the hijacking, but I quickly develop indisputable arguments to legitimize my choices.”
It was at that time—this was in 2011—that my then-husband, as well as my oldest son, started, shall we say, a certain “fear” (quotes, I’m one of those) from the impulses of my love. Yes, I am falling in love. And not only do I have no control over the hijacking path, but I quickly develop unquestioned arguments to legitimize my choices. Do you know the American Film Lawyer? Or a professor of scientific method? pleasure. I love him, I’m convinced. And that goes from pet platter to restaurant platter, through records and series, and comes down to the ticket that really matters: sharing discoveries.
When I love someone, I not only love them very much, but I make sure that everyone I love loves them too. I know there are a lot of things you love. But, you know, play around with writing techniques. It’s 2022, it’s better to make mistakes for Marilia Mendonca than for her mood fires.
“Show you are tough,” Sonia Braga already said Aquarius, to advise his nephew: “Show her Maria Bethany.” Maria Bethania, Cats, Sonia Braga. Domingos Oliveira. Yes again. and always. Because Dominguez is the one who arrived asking, “What’s new in you? What have I found out since the last time we saw each other?” Folks, that shirt is forever.
This week, for example, I owe it to Siddharta Ribeiro every time I wash my hair. I have already read night oracle – Half, actually – I’ve seen countless interviews, and I’ve followed two or three interviews spirits. But your lines on the podcast from most popularGive Folha DS Pauloopened all doors of Silvio Santos’ hope for me (without Silvio Santos, which is real glory for drama!).
Siddhartha talks about dreams, sustainability, inequality, drugs, changes in consciousness, violence against indigenous people and all the wounds of the country. And they are many, obviously, as critics are well aware of. However, I don’t know how I stopped meeting him and was happy.
I’m happy to live at the same time as he does, happy to send this content to the people I love, happy to see how serious I still am, but how can I change. It won’t be easy, I know. I want less, give more, don’t eat meat, practically got a zero on my partner’s last name test. But since we still have the ball at our feet, football is valid until October.
Own cats, listen to Siddhartha, vote for democracy.
Combined, Brazil?