an experience in facts and fiction, myth and reality, being in the world as an insiderout. my subjective view, hopefully with enough objectivity to get your attention

Name: Monica Alves
I was born in Brazil but lived all over the place, Algeria, France, England, Europe in general, never been to the US though.By the time I came back to Brazil i had an 8 yrs old son and was a single parent. This moment in my life is a new beggining. My boy is 25 and all grown up (or so he thinks...) So this is a time for myself and I'm really looking forward to next 50 years...
aljazeera
alternet
america's tradition of non intervention
american empire
american foreign policies
american weapon makers
Angela di Foligno
antiwar.com
as i was passing
bathysphere
blytheswideshut
Cocretes Verdes Fritos
Early Church Fathers
ECOEarth
globalvoicesonline
human rights
Jose Marti
justin sweet gallery
liniers cartoons
pongomania
Ripple
Shoelace
sofreshsoclean
The Death Clock
the onion
Versos Sencillos
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Well , a big translation came up so it's gonna be a lot of work and very little play for me for good while. At least it's a book which great. I'm just so bored with translating manuals and reports... and that is good for me as it will be published in the US with my name on it, always a chance for more work.
life of a freelance: grab the work when it's there cause you'll never know when the next job will come.
It's French into English which is OK, except that being surrounded by people spaeking Portuguese I start getting linguistic interference, that's when your brain will insist on coming up with the word in the 'wrong' language. Still some $$ will be a nice change from getting paid in Reais.
Some wich me luck guys and see you all soon
This is the first post of a series of biographical notes. A reevaluation of my life. An individual's life is a complex set of insights: subjective, poetic, mythical, objective... However those aspects are intertwined and inseparable.
In the end we're left with a personal parable. Wether this should be told or not I don't really know. If I attempt to tell my story it's mostly for my own benefit. There are times when we look back and what we see is always different. In that difference is perhaps the interest of the telling and, eventually, of the reading.
So in fact what I am posting is just another series of snapshots, reread and reviewed from a different point in the universe of being.
The picture I chose relates very well to how I look at my childhood today. Something real but also magical, going into the depths of the first years and giving a voice to the little girl that remains firmly a very important part of myself.
She is brave and sensitive, and loves plunging into the unknow. She's attracted to the mysterious and loves the world in it's multifaceted windows. She is intrigued by people and never tires of trying to see their true faces.
She has a wisdom of her own that was fundamental to my survival through the many events that make up the time line of my life. Twice she nearly drowned but perhaps she loves the depths so much, she is so adventurous that the episodes did not leave a mark.
In a comment to my post of september 27th Ms Sian Norah says:
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