Daily Archives: May 13, 2012

Your love is not worth 1.99

13 Sunday May 2012

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In talking to my mom today, she really wanted me to hear the words to a song that is very popular in Brazil right now.

The song is theme for one of the new soap operas.  Soap opera in Brazil are huge.  They are shown on prime time tv and the majority of the population stop what they are doing to watch it.  It dictates fashion and other cultures.

Anyway, I couldn’t resist, I had to to post the song, and here it is, please forgive my loose translation, but I think you will get the point.

Ex My love (the actual name, not translated)
Gaby Amarantos

My love was real
yours was pirated
My love was made of gold
yours of a piece of tin

My love was river
and yours couldn’t even form a thin cascade
My love had pedigree
yours was simply a mutt

Ex my love, ex my love, if I put your love on the window
it will not be worth 1.99


Meu amor era verdadeiro,
O teu era pirata
O meu amor era ouro
E o teu não passava de um pedaço de lata

Meu amor era rio
E o teu não formava uma fina cascata
Meu amor era de raça
E o teu simplesmente um vira-lata

Ex my love, ex my love, se botar teu amor na vitrine,
nem vai valer 1,99
Ex my love, ex my love, se botar teu amor na vitrine,
nem vai valer 1,99

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I couldn’t have said it better!!! lol

Enjoy your Sunday everyone, Pilates here I come!!!

Mom I am you!

13 Sunday May 2012

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Mom

You annoy me sometimes

When I was 17 and you read my diary
I threw it out and it would be years until I wrote again

and every time that you don’t suggest
but tells me what to do
I shrink and feel like I am 5

You have annoyed me many times
and for many reasons

Still I must remember
that everything is done out of love
and from not knowing any better

You are the one I still want to impress
You are the one I want to talk to when I am not well
even though I will say everything is fine not to worry you
and everything is indeed better the moment I hear your voice

Your love is immense
Your compassion infinite
Your energy boundless
your talent unparalleled

You brave, corageous soul
You determined, righteous individual

You are in my corner
and inside my heart

Your suffering is my suffering
Your happines my happiness

‘I love you’ should just flow out of my mouth
and yet it doesn’t

So easy to say thank you
but how often do I say it?

You mean the world to me
and my world is you

and the most annoying thing about you
and the best thing about me

is:

I became you!