The Hectic Attic

Of love and land – by Aline Martins

From which races, I am, was and will be?
Which colours and creeds, which luck?
How many lifes lived and will live?

Died and will die of how many deaths?
How many loves and dreams and hopes
How much faith, how much pain
I was Mum and Dad, of how many children?
how many torments, and horrors?

How many children have I cried, in so many wars?
How many children have I raised and was happy?
How many bodies, how many waters, how many lands
did I touch, kissed, love and was root?

And how many times yet, to give me?
How many lives still to be reborn?
How many mouths, yet to be kissed?
How many deaths, yet to die?

Yet, conformed, I sing the song
The march, the mission, the pain that screams
And I got butterflies by my side
Made, like me, of Love and Land! …

I had many many bad experiences in my birthdays: deaths, arguments, loneliness… So, I had no hope for a special birthday.

I spent most of my day being greeted by my friends on line (while in PJs, still in bed). Got a single phone call. And thought my dinner with friends was going to be only my brother and I. I have to say I have not enjoyed knowing some people didn’t go to my dinner because they were going to watch Harry Potter, but now I know where I can find my friends.
I had a simple, small and very happy dinner with my Brother and some friends.
Good Japanese food, lots of laugh, some pictures.

(Thank you Andre, Mariana, Sabino, Beto and Hiro)

Oh! Yes… there is a Stereo in the Attic.

My father still has many LPs and I lived years encountering Stairway to Heaven several times a week in my life.
The song that popped into my head at my birthday this year was a catchy little tune: Over the Hills and Far Away. It evokes a certain yearning for the open road of life that appeals to me. We never know exactly where the path ahead will lead, but, if we let them, our dreams and imagination can help guide our steps and give that final destination a more pleasing shape.

Over the Hills and Far Away by Led Zeppelin
Hey lady, you got the love I need
Maybe more than enough
Oh darlin’ darlin’, darlin’
Walk a while with me
Oh, you’ve got so much, so much, so much
Many have I loved
Many times been bitten
Many times I’ve gazed
Along the open road
Many times I’ve lied
Many times I’ve listened
Many times I’ve wondered
How much there is to know
Many dreams come true
And some have silver linings
I live for my dreams
And a pocketful of gold
Mellow is the man
Who knows what he’s been missing
Many many men
Can’t see the open road
Many is a Word
That only leaves you guessing
Guessing ’bout a thing oh…
I really ought to know, oh…
you know I should…

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