Super Bowl XLVI

It is amazing how sports can provoke such indescribable sensations in us. I know this is not a blog about sports, but I myself as a sports’ lover cannot overlook what happened last Sunday. To be honest, I didn’t follow football this season but I did watch three fantastic matches which made me regret being so alienated for so long. The epic game between New Orleans Saints and San Francisco 49ers when the latter won after a touchdown in the closing seconds of the game and nailed a spot in the NFC Championship Game made me cry like a baby! Then a painful and unexpected loss for the New York Giants broke my heart into million pieces once the 49ers have been the subject of my affection since I was in my pre-teens. And finally, there was the Super Bowl XLVI which this blog post is about.

In a crowded arena where human beings can become demigods and divine heroes can turn into mere mortals in the blink of an eye, New York Giants and New England Patriots, led by their incredibly talented quarterbacks, engaged in a battle of titans. Madonna embellished the event with her colossal performance during the intermission. The duel relentlessly continued until the victorious team only affirmed their superiority after their opponent tried an unsuccessful Hail Mary* in the last second of game. The gigantic Giants raised the trophy as adrenaline ran through my body. What to say? How to react? Eloquent silence and speechless discourse dictated their rules. Nothing but passion and amazement were all the fans could feel. For the winners, happiness and euphoria will stay for a long time as they are crowned and hailed by their heroic deeds. For the losers, pain and frustration will hover and haunt them for a while, but the pride of having done the best they could will eventually settle down.

As for me, all I can think is there is nothing better than this ecstasy only sports can provide, whether your favorite team or player is playing or not. Addiction is inevitable. I can’t wait for the next season. And this time I will wholly follow it!

  

*A very long pass made in desperation as an attempt to score near the end of a half.

Pandemônio

Está escuro. Ah, não, os meus olhos é que estão fechados. Vou abri-los e... Espere! Está escuro MESMO. Quero gritar. Não consigo. Por que não consigo? Estou amordaçada! Quero mover-me. Não consigo. Por que não consigo? Minhas mãos estão amarradas. Os meus pés também estão! Parece que minha cabeça está girando e girando. Parece 

                           que 

                                  estou 

                                            caindo.         

Pandemonium

It is dark. Oh no, it is just my eyes closed. Let me open them and... Wait! It IS dark after all. I want to scream. I can't. Why can't I? I am gagged! I want to move. I can't. Why can't I? My hands are tied. And so are my feet! My head seems to be spinning round and round. It seems

                          I

                            am

                                  falling

                                            down.

Primavera

A estação das flores.

Desabrocha com excesso de brilho, perfume e cor.

Depois murcha.

Mas, durante o período do seu reinado,

Florescente, floresce como se não houvesse amanhã.

A estação do amor.

Intensifica todo e qualquer desejo, carinho, beijo...

Depois abranda.

Mas, durante o período do seu reinado,

Amorosa, ama como se não houvesse amanhã.

A estação da vida.

Enche de esperança e de força cada ser, estar e acontecer.

Depois transborda.

Mas, durante o período de seu reinado,

Vívida, vive como se não houvesse amanhã.

Estação primeira,

Início de um ciclo,

Nascimento de uma era.

Mas, durante o período de seu reinado,

É tão e somente Primavera.

Spring

Season of flowers.

It blossoms and yields glow, color, and perfume.

Then it wilts.

But in its reign,

It flourishes as if there is no tomorrow.

Season of love.

It intensifies each and every desire, affection, kiss...  

Then it softens.

But in its reign,

It loves as if there is no tomorrow.

Season of life.

It fills of hope each being and happening.

Then it floods.

But in its reign,

It lives as if there is no tomorrow.

Season one,

The beginning of a cycle,

A new era origin.

But in its reign,

It is only known as Spring.

Comprar… Comprar… Comprar… Consumir… Consumir… Consumir…

Comprar online significa esperar pela mercadoria. Comprar em lojas significa estourar os cartões de crédito em um piscar de olhos. Gastar com “junk food” significa ganhar alguns quilinhos. Espera! Estamos tão gordos assim? Se malharmos estaremos quebrados. Precisamos de um empréstimo! Se o Capitalismo é a lei, o Consumismo é uma ordem. Assim, tudo está em ordem.

O seu pedido é o de ordem número...

Podemos comprar outra coisa? Estamos desesperados, viciados, solitários, inseguros... Quanto custa o seu amor? Quanto custa a sua lealdade, o seu silêncio ou a sua dignidade? Ah, pode ficar com o troco!

Chegamos a um ponto em que tudo parece igual. Tudo fica obsoleto em pouco tempo. Tudo parece estar à venda.

Você está?

Shopping... Shopping... Shopping... Consuming... Consuming.... Consuming...

Shopping online means waiting for our order to arrive. Shopping at stores means cracking our credit cards in the blink of an eye. Spending a lot on junk food means we are gaining some weight. Wait! Are we that fat? If we hit the gym we are broken. We need a loan! If Capitalism is the law, Consumerism is an order. So everything is in order.

Your order number is...

Can we buy something else? We are desperate, addicted, lonely, insecure… How much does your love cost? How much does your loyalty, your silence or your dignity cost? Oh, you can keep the change!

We have reached a point where everything looks the same; everything gets to be obsolete in a couple of years. Everything seems to be for sale.

Are you?