I'm back. I don't know how you will like to use this space of ours. For me, it will be also a journal -- I'll even write things I know you can't read, in a language you don't know (yet). See what I wrote earlier about the-letter-in-a-bottle.
But it is a wonderful kind of journal, in which you can intrude whenever you want, to say whatever you want. And in which I can address you directly, as I am doing now.
The space is ours. Everything is signed by MarkeMaria, a nonexistent entity. Only we know who we are, when Maria speaks, when Mark speaks, and what we are talking about. (Of course the
much better quality of your English would betray you to an hypothetical attentive reader... But would him materialize some day?)
I think this blog won't evoke curiosity in Brazilians. We are in an American site, and writing maybe mainly in English. Here I am having the curious sensation of writing sometimes to myself in English. Though I intend to write lots of Portuguese too: reflections, copies (I love copies, you know), plans, comments.
When I write in Portuguese I am not addressing you. When I write in English I may be addressing you or not. You will find this out in a glimpse.
