Misteries... I have another blog where I translate some world legends to my friends here who cannot read English... I posted some legends about mermaids, ghosts, black dogs, and some brazilian legends which I tried to translate to English... Hmmm I really have to study more... :))
But what it´s more strange is the champion post is Croatoan, where I tried to talk a bit about the Lost Colony... I think is so popular because of Supernatural, the tv show I love... In the second season (if I am right...) there´s a episode called Croatoan... I think the fans in Brazil are trying to understand the legend about Croatoan and the link with the episode... Well, there´s a lot of discussion about the legend in brazilian forums... And when the word is searched in portuguese site ours is the second.
But nothing is perfect and I postes some wrong information in the site. Shame. I always pots without read with care... :((... But the worst was the part where I mentioned "dr Croatoan"... Doctor? Oh my God! :))
A good day to everyone :))
When I was a little girl, there wasnt more terrible thing to me that sleep with my dolls. They were really innocent during day, but every night I had to cover his heads with something, so they wont stare at me... Their eyes on me were the most terrible thing I could imagine in my childhood. I had the sensation the eyes were following me everytime in the room.
My mother never understood my fears. She really thought I was a foolish girl.... And, OMG, one night she took away the piece of shirt I used to cover the dolls (two dolls) and said to me sleep...
Well, I tried and tried, but everytime I was almost sleeping I turned the head to the other side and who was there? The dolls... So, I decided to hide them in a box, and after some time I said to my mother I didnt wanna them. I was almost a teenager.. (lies, lies...)... So, she gave them to a cousin... I was so happy..:)
Even today, I didnt like dolls. For me they are strange creatures, like the clowns... (Hmmm, I am a bit foolish.. I know)
It was a surprise when we saw this little thing hidden in the woods. We took photos. It´s strange how certain things are really unforgetable... :)
The idea was born when a friend of mine said she wanted to read more about some german legends but the site was in English... So I translated (and God, I need to improve my English...) and send the email to her. After this I decided to transalte many Aboriginal legends, only because I wanted and because this was a pleasure to me...
I know a friend said I shall not make money with this... But I didnt mention I wanna find a "golden pot" in the end of net rainbow...
Today I saw this photo in Commons and remind of the legend of Saint Enimie, the princess who didnt wanted marry because she wanted be a nut and his father wanted marry her with a noble. Well, she got leprosy and the marriage was called off. She had an vision and saw a fountain could cure the illness. She drank the water, but everytime she tried to leave the place her disease returned. So she founded a small abbey and lived till her death.
Anyway these medieval cities are very charming and their legends and myths are really fascinating.
Now I have to go, hope everyone has a good weekend.
At next day I thought the frog leaved... But no. He was there. And the day after. And the day after the day after. Till my mother see we had a guest and take the short to the next trash... We tried to say to her leave his "house" there, but she said a NO. (I think she didnt like the poor thing).
Some weeks later we saw some frog cubs climbing the walls here and there and we look to each other and thought "He was SHE!".
Finally I got marlon Brando Young Lions. The movie tell two stories and the characters will met in the end of the drama. Marlon Brando is a young german soldier. Montgomery Clift and Dean Martin are USA soldiers. Clift is hazed por his Jewishness, and have to face his chaps in Army, till he show sto everyone he shall be respected. Dean disappear in some parts of movie, and I dint give many importance to him...
Meanwhile, Brando character, first pride of himself, notice the war is the way he imagined. There´s no many thing to be pride of... Well, it´s an anti war movie, a bit dated, but I always wanted see it... I am a classic movie addict., and a Brando fan. So even with its more than two hours of movie, it was really a great film. ;)
Gone!
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Quick post... Today I thought in add vintage photos to my blog. Okay. I logged in Vox, look for vintage in Vox Groups... And saw a group about pin up girls. Thought it was about ww2 nose art. Naive.... When I saw the photos it was only trash photos of nude girls. I was so embarrassed, oh my God.
Dont understand this kind of thing... And I would like to put the group as offensive but I didnt find any button to this... Well well... Good way to start this day... Gone! I still nedd some vintage photos to a post in my wordpress blog.
Good day to you all!
p.s.: I am really a great fan of NOSE ART!!!
The photo remind of a cat my mum have... He is terrible, eating all the "papa-capim" he see. He grab the poor animal and everytime bring the corpse to eat in the house. Start a run after him to get the bird, but it´s late... And he really hatewe try to steal the hunt.... He look direct at us with his hungry eyes, swearing at us in his feline tongue. After all, he appear from somewhere in sleep on my mum´s feet.
Bad boy.
Do you remmember the cowboys´ handkerchiefs? I was really naive because I thought they were a fashion detail...Hmm, I should adopt this "fashion"... :))
But we were eager to see the party and we went at 5:00 pm... The ceremony was planned to start at 6:30 p.
m, but as good brazilians, everythig was late... We could see the "drum" master walking to a point to another of the gymnasium... It was 7:50 pm when began the festival, with the Taiko drumms... Well to late too us, but we see at least the drums...
Dan wanted see the Niten School but it was impossible... We were afraid of be too late in our house... And well, not a good place to walk after a certain hour, mainly because of the dark point where we dont see nothing.:)
on I hate dolls