foi na beira do mar

where am i...somewhere between wierd delirium of hottest summer sun at 4 o'clock, sad whores of my life and late trainnings on the lonely beach..just like the song is saying...

foi na beira do mar,
foi na beira do mar,
eu aprendi a jogar
capoeira de angola,
na beira do mar.

it wasn't the best day i've had here in Lopar, but it sure wasn't the worst. on the end it turned out kinda okay. i am now reading this best seller from Gabriel Garcia Marquez called The sad whores of my life. really kinda grotesque story but at the same time so gentle and sad. a 90 year old man falls in love with a virgin that he wishes for his birthday. and after spending one night with her, not having sex or anything, just sleeping in the same bed with her, and after that many nights forward, he falls in love with this girl. but the point is that she's always asleep when he comes to the whore house, because the landlady of the whore house always gives her calming tea, cause she's too afraid. so he is actually madly in love with a girl he doesn't even know for real. so what's the point of the story...is it about this poor mans life, or some wierd sad madness, or love or... fiction...is love a fiction?
obviously one doesn't need a real person to love, our imagination is endless and we can simply make up our mind of how we want the other person to be, or even how the person is, no matter the true facts. love is blind...exactly...
and that's exactly what i was thinking on my way back from trainning. every love goes, until it's blind...but true love starts when one opens his eyes and starts to see the true picture. and when the real side of the story starts to function, it means it will last. at least that's the way i see it.

anyways, the other thing i wanted to talk about today is my capoeira. of course, if it's not love it's capoeira...so i was feeling kinda sad and melanholic today and i knew that i simply have to go to train a bit. it always makes me feel better. and so it did this time. and whilst i was aproaching my beach where i train, i started to spontaneously sing the song foi na beira do mar (i went to the beach, to learn capoeira angola..) and a sly smile appeared on my face. it became obvious that there is no point in talking and spreading theories about capoeira, for the one that really feels capoeira everything comes by itself.
and the wind was blowing, the dawn started to fall down to earth...and i was streching and moving my body in most wierd ways for an ignorant observer. luckily this time, i had the pleasure of being alone there, not paying attention to anything or anyone but me and the sand between my toes, fingers and my hair. the wind was actually helping me with my balanca, when i was doing handstands it pushed me from behind so i hold still for a moment. a short one, but to me it seemed like forever. and this kind of things make my capoeira stronger and better.
imagine next week, when my berimbau arrives!