Blogland Chain Against Famine

Last week, Cozinha dos Vurdóns and (In)Cultura blogs invited me to join them in a blogland chain against famine.
It's a big joy for me to join them, as well as other blogs, in this effort to help those who are suffering now.

In (In)Cultura blog, I told a story of mine to Ana, about the best present I've ever had. She found it a very beautiful story and asked me to share it with my readers. Here it is :-)

The best gift that I've received in my lifetime was a typical cookie from Portugal given to me by a 13 years old boy who was very poor and sometimes didn't have nothing to eat at home. The cookie was made by him in his traditional oven.

João was a lovely and well educated boy, but living with many difficulties in one of the poorest areas of the country. He must be 27 years old by now. I hope he is happy now with a nice family of his own and an interesting job.

Beijinhos, para ti, meu querido, estejas onde estiveres!

So... :-) You will be very welcome to join this blogland chain against famine and share some special stories with us. :-)

Meanwhile, you may already noticed that I've placed the UNICEF's link on the blog. Any help is precious!

Have a beautiful day!


Nick Cave and the Bad Steeds,




"O Children"

Pass me that lovely little gun
My dear, my darling one
The cleaners are coming, one by one
You don't even want to let them start

They are knocking now upon your door
They measure the room, they know the score
They're mopping up the butcher's floor
Of your broken little hearts

O children

Forgive us now for what we've done
It started out as a bit of fun
Here, take these before we run away
The keys to the gulag

O children
Lift up your voice, lift up your voice
Children
Rejoice, rejoice

Here comes Frank and poor old Jim
They're gathering round with all my friends
We're older now, the light is dim
And you are only just beginning

O children

We have the answer to all your fears
It's short, it's simple, it's crystal clear
It's round about and it's somewhere here
Lost amongst our winnings

O children
Lift up your voice, lift up your voice
Children
Rejoice, rejoice

The cleaners have done their job on you
They're hip to it, man, they're in the groove
They've hosed you down, you're good as new
They're lining up to inspect you

O children

Poor old Jim's white as a ghost
He's found the answer that we lost
We're all weeping now, weeping because
There ain't nothing we can do to protect you

O children
Lift up your voice, lift up your voice
Children
Rejoice, rejoice

Hey little train! We are all jumping on
The train that goes to the Kingdom
We're happy, Ma, we're having fun
And the train ain't even left the station

Hey, little train! Wait for me!
I once was blind but now I see
Have you left a seat for me?
Is that such a stretch of the imagination?

Hey little train! Wait for me!
I was held in chains but now I'm free
I'm hanging in there, don't you see
In this process of elimination

Hey little train! We are all jumping on
The train that goes to the Kingdom
We're happy, Ma, we're having fun
It's beyond my wildest expectation

Hey little train! We are all jumping on
The train that goes to the Kingdom
We're happy, Ma, we're having fun
And the train ain't even left the station