A garota de Ipanema

Here I'm, finalizing the last details and almost ready to relocate to Brazil. Why did I choose this country as my next move? I 've visited it only 3 times but I feel a strong tye and an irresistible impulse to get there. I think it's an unconscious desire to stay young at heart as it reminds me of my teens years and the time spent dreaming with open eyes. Playing footballs with friends trying to emulate the champions and calling each other Pele',Rivelino,Jairzinho then Zico,Falcao.... Watching documentaries exploring Rio,the "cidade maravilhiosa" and the natives that refer themselves as Cariocas depicted as friendly folks who always have time for the sensual pleasures of good living and the rhythm of samba. Ipanema and Copacabana, anchor Rio's 45 miles of white sand beaches. The commentator used to say: expect the unexpected in this nearly five hundred year old City (founded 1502) but be spontaneous if you wish to experience the festival of song, color and joy around you. Primeval splendor encourages a youthful approach to city living where colors are richer, people are beautiful and tomorrow's just another day. Wander, wonder, feel the rhythms of joy which must be renewed with the gods once a year. The River of January City lives for its February eruption of exultation in the present known as Carnaval. All of the above was part of my dream, then I remember the various Gianni Mina's interviews with the famous football players, the singers, the artists, the writers, journalists all of which kept alive the desire to be part of this far apart world. Further more shows like "Te lo do' io il Brasile" kept reinforcing my thoughts of "one day........".

Then as times goes by the realization that all is not like it seems, Brazil the land of big contrasts, very few reach people and lots of people struggling to meet ends. The violence, the favelas , the drug lords, the iper burocratic state, the overpriced import goods, cars, tv's, pc's, washing machines and the alikes. The poor school system, the kids on the streets, the corruption, the state health system not up to the European standard, the easy romance dictated most of the time by the need of the natives to improve on the social scale; so it's the dream still there? No it's not! Twenty years ago, maybe, not now. What once was it's now gone! Unfortunately I've always been a bit slow to take decision and t react to certain situation. So why moving now, my dear reader (i use the singular as it seems that only Ale is following the blog) you may ask. Call it "saudade" !

Saudade has been described as a "vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist ... a turning towards the past or towards the future".A stronger form of saudade may be felt towards people and things whose whereabouts are unknown.Saudade was once described as "the love that remains" or "the love that stays" after someone or something is gone. Saudade is the recollection of feelings, experiences, places or events that once brought excitement, pleasure, well-being, which now triggers the senses and makes one live again.

Nonetheless I'll go. Stand still it's not an option, and as my old friend Cesare, the porter, used to say "panta rei". So let's go with the flow! I'd like you take the time to read through the lyrics of "A garota de Ipanema" to try to understand what first prompted me towards Brazilian way of life. Enjoy!

Olha que coisa mais linda
mais cheia de graça
É ela menina que vem e que passa
nun doce balanço, caminho do mar...

Moça do corpo dourado, do sol de Ipanema
O seu balançado é mais que un poema
é a coisa mais linda
que eu já vi passar...

Ah! Porque estou tão sozinho
Ah! Porque tudo é tão triste
Ah! A beleza que existe

A beleza que não é só minha
que também passa sozinha

Ah! Se ela soubesse
que quando ela passa
o mundo sorrindo
se enche de graça
e fica mais lindo
por causa do amor
por causa do amor
por causa do amor