A surpresa foi grande para mim porque eu nunca havia visto um condor voar. E ali, na minha frente, estavam dois, um casal dessa ave que voa lindo, com muita classe e elegância. Ao ver a abertura de suas asas me lembrei de um planador planando em silêncio e observando um mundo diferente. Estava aquele casal talvez a procura de algum alimento? Pode ser. Mas foi uma imagem que eu jamais me esquecerei, ou seja. . . um dia eu vi um casal de condores voando à poucos metros de mim. Onde isso aconteceu?
THE CONDOR FLIGHT
The surprise was great for me because I had never seen a condor fly. And there, in front of me were two, a couple of this bird flying beautiful, with a lot of class and elegance. When you see the opening of their wings remembered a glider gliding quietly and watching a different world. Was this couple may demand some food? Can be. But it was an image I will never forget, that is. . . one day I saw a couple of condors flying a few meters from me. Where did it happen?
Foi em Vale Nevado, Chile, a 3 mil metros de altura no coração da Cordilheira dos Andes. Inesquecível!
No verão, aquele local fica triste e só pude ver rochas, terra, pedregulhos e pouca vegetação. Triste! Acho que o nome daquele local, nessa época do ano, deveria ser "Vale dos Rochedos e das Terras Amarelas". Só me despertei no momento em que senti um tremor no solo onde eu estava. Aliás, um tremor para ninguém botar defeito, tá? Coisa normal na vida dos chilenos.
Para chegar naquele local e voltar para Santiago, são curvas e mais curvas "cotovelais" - aquelas que você faz retorna no inicio de cada uma delas ( 360 ou 180 graus?) e segue avante. Deu pra entender? Não, pois é!
Estou na capital chilena.
A ultima vez que lá estive foi na época da ditadura militar. Mistérios e cuidados no falar era o que o povo chileno temia demais.
Hoje no Chile, a democracia socialista deu certo e o seu povo elegeu duas vezes a sua atual presidenta a quem amam e respeitam. O mesmo não acontece no país do "pau brasil".
Lá, o salário mínimo é superior ao da terra do Lula. É mole?
O Chile mantém um relacionamento comercial e social de alto nível com os Estados Unidos e Canadá, daí esse aspecto de vida feliz e confiante que percebemos em cada chileno.
Não sei se mais ao norte ou ao sul a sensação seria a mesma mas eu vi um povo feliz, trabalhador confiante, respeitador e admirador dos turistas diariamente chegam naquele país.
Percebi o valor que cada chileno dá aos seus heróis históricos e nenhum deles jamais será esquecido porque, segundo o pensamento do povo chileno, eles construíram ou ajudaram a construir aquela Nação.
O sistema de governo dos chilenos se aproxima do tão sonhado "voto distrital" dos políticos brasileiros. Eu explico.
No poder executivo, os chilenos escolhem e elegem o seu presidente e os seus governadores. Depois, para cada cidade, os eleitores escolhem os prefeitos dos bairros. É assim que funciona. Nada de prefeitão e seus sub-prefeitos escolhidos na base da corrupção ou interesses esdrúxulos.
Acho que o sistema chileno não seria muito bem visto pelos avermelhados seguidores de certo partido político brasileiro. Se isso acontecesse, não teríamos algo como os mensalões e os lava-jatos que nos envergonham e nos difamam. Né não? Pois é!
O legislativo federal se reune três vezes/semana em Valparaiso e duas vezes/semana na Câmara dos Deputados em Santiago. É mole?
Gostei muito da Santiago atual, bem diferente daquela que visitei e conheci há vinte anos. Ruas e praças limpíssimas, famílias nas ruas passeando com seus filhos pequenos ou andando em bicicletas demonstrando uma felicidade de fazer inveja.
Interessante que a capital chilena tem, praticamente, uma das avenidas mais compridas do mundo porque de um lado ela se une à rodovia que termina no aeroporto e, do outro lado, com o inicio da subida à Cordilheira dos Andes. Cinco nomes foram emprestados durante o trajeto da avenida dentro de Santiago. Uma espécie notável de reconhecimento aos heróis chilenos. Túneis, também nomeados - um deles com 4 mil metros - complementam essa avenida. Realmente, é muito deslumbrante.
Diferente do Brasil onde nos esquecemos dos nomes históricos que um dia foram lembrados e homenageados e depois trocados por outros sugeridos pelos donos e "puxa sacos" dos partidos políticos que governam qualquer lugar.
Com, isso a nossa história e nossos heróis foram para o "brejo".
Interessante que a capital chilena tem, praticamente, uma das avenidas mais compridas do mundo porque de um lado ela se une à rodovia que termina no aeroporto e, do outro lado, com o inicio da subida à Cordilheira dos Andes. Cinco nomes foram emprestados durante o trajeto da avenida dentro de Santiago. Uma espécie notável de reconhecimento aos heróis chilenos. Túneis, também nomeados - um deles com 4 mil metros - complementam essa avenida. Realmente, é muito deslumbrante.
Diferente do Brasil onde nos esquecemos dos nomes históricos que um dia foram lembrados e homenageados e depois trocados por outros sugeridos pelos donos e "puxa sacos" dos partidos políticos que governam qualquer lugar.
Com, isso a nossa história e nossos heróis foram para o "brejo".
Ao passear em uma das suas praças chilenas, me lembrei do atual jardim central de Rio Claro, onde, quando menino, eu passeava com os meus pais nas manhãs de domingos, aguardando o almoço: a macarronada e o frango obrigatóriamente feitos pela vovó Anolina.
Pois bem ou pois mal, hoje, as famílias rio-clarenses se retiraram daquele local e as prostitutas tomaram conta do recado. E o pior é que ninguém faz nada para mudar esse deprimente cenário constrangedor além de figurar como uma das atração turísticas do turismo central local.
Pois bem ou pois mal, hoje, as famílias rio-clarenses se retiraram daquele local e as prostitutas tomaram conta do recado. E o pior é que ninguém faz nada para mudar esse deprimente cenário constrangedor além de figurar como uma das atração turísticas do turismo central local.
Até quando, meu Deus? Não sei e quem sabe nada diz e nem quer tocar no assunto.
Pode ser que isso mude no dia em que o um casal de condores voar sob o céu da cidade azul. . . das orquídeas. Ou seja: nunca!
Né não?
THE CONDOR FLIGHT
The surprise was great for me because I had never seen a condor fly. And there, in front of me were two, a couple of this bird flying beautiful, with a lot of class and elegance. When you see the opening of their wings remembered a glider gliding quietly and watching a different world. Was this couple may demand some food? Can be. But it was an image I will never forget, that is. . . one day I saw a couple of condors flying a few meters from me. Where did it happen?
It was in Valle Nevado, Chile, 3000 meters high in the heart of the Andes. Unforgettable!
In the summer, that place is sad and I could only see rocks, earth, rocks and little vegetation. Sad! I think the name of that place, that time of year should be "Valley of the Rocks and Yellow Land". Only woke up when I felt a tremor in the ground where I was. In fact, a tremor to anyone find fault, okay? Normal thing in the lives of Chileans.
To reach that place and go back to Santiago, are curves and more curves "cotovelais" - those you do returns at the beginning of each (360 or 180 degrees?) And goes forward. Get the idea? No, it is!
I'm in the Chilean capital.
The last time I was there was during the military dictatorship. Mysteries and care in speech was what the Chilean people feared too.
Today in Chile, socialist democracy worked and your people elected twice its current president who love and respect. Not so in the country of "pau Brazil".
There, the minimum wage is higher than that of the Lula land. It is soft?
Chile maintains a commercial and social relationship of high level with the United States and Canada, hence this aspect of happy and confident life we perceive in each Chilean.
I do not know if further north or south the feeling would be the same but I saw a happy people, confident worker, respectful and admirer of tourists arrive daily in the country.
I realized the value that each Chilean gives historical heroes and none of them will never be forgotten because, according to the thinking of the Chilean people, they built or helped build this nation.
The Chilean government system approaches the dreamed "district vote" of Brazilian politicians. I explain.
In the executive branch, Chilean choose and elect their president and their governors. Then, for each city, voters choose the mayors of the districts. This is how it works. Nothing prefeitão and its sub-mayors chosen on the basis of corruption or freak interests.
I think the Chilean system was not well regarded by followers reddish in some Brazilian political party. If that happened, we would have something like the mensalões and car washes to be ashamed of and slander. Ne not? Yeah!
The federal legislature meets three times / week in Valparaiso and twice / week in the House of Representatives in Santiago. It is soft?
Enjoyed the current Santiago, quite different from that I visited and met twenty years ago. Streets and pristine squares, streets families walking their small children on bicycles or walking demonstrating happiness envy.
Interestingly, the Chilean capital has practically one of the longest avenues in the world because on one side it joins the road that ends at the airport and on the other hand, with the beginning of the ascent to the Andes. Five names were borrowed during the trip Avenue in Santiago. A remarkable kind of recognition to Chilean heroes. Tunnels also named - one with 4000 meters - complement this avenue. It is really very stunning.
Unlike Brazil where we forget the historical names that were once remembered and honored and then exchanged for other suggested by the owners and "pulls bags" of political parties that govern anywhere.
With this our history and our heroes went to the "swamp".
As you stroll in one of its Chilean squares, I remembered the current central garden of Rio Claro, where, as a boy, I was walking with my parents in the morning of Sunday, waiting for lunch: the pasta and the chicken compulsorily made by Anolina Grandma.
For good or for evil, today, the river-clarenses families withdrew from that location and prostitutes have taken the job. And the worst thing is that nobody does anything to change this depressing scenario embarrassing beyond rank as one of the tourist attraction of central local tourism.
How long, my God? I do not know and who knows says nothing and does not want to talk.
It may be that this will change the day that a couple of condors fly under the sky blue city. . . Orchids. In other words, never!
Ne not?
THE CONDOR FLIGHT
The surprise was great for me because I had never seen a condor fly. And there, in front of me were two, a couple of this bird flying beautiful, with a lot of class and elegance. When you see the opening of their wings remembered a glider gliding quietly and watching a different world. Was this couple may demand some food? Can be. But it was an image I will never forget, that is. . . one day I saw a couple of condors flying a few meters from me. Where did it happen?
It was in Valle Nevado, Chile, 3000 meters high in the heart of the Andes. Unforgettable!
In the summer, that place is sad and I could only see rocks, earth, rocks and little vegetation. Sad! I think the name of that place, that time of year should be "Valley of the Rocks and Yellow Land". Only woke up when I felt a tremor in the ground where I was. In fact, a tremor to anyone find fault, okay? Normal thing in the lives of Chileans.
To reach that place and go back to Santiago, are curves and more curves "cotovelais" - those you do returns at the beginning of each (360 or 180 degrees?) And goes forward. Get the idea? No, it is!
I'm in the Chilean capital.
The last time I was there was during the military dictatorship. Mysteries and care in speech was what the Chilean people feared too.
Today in Chile, socialist democracy worked and your people elected twice its current president who love and respect. Not so in the country of "pau Brazil".
There, the minimum wage is higher than that of the Lula land. It is soft?
Chile maintains a commercial and social relationship of high level with the United States and Canada, hence this aspect of happy and confident life we perceive in each Chilean.
I do not know if further north or south the feeling would be the same but I saw a happy people, confident worker, respectful and admirer of tourists arrive daily in the country.
I realized the value that each Chilean gives historical heroes and none of them will never be forgotten because, according to the thinking of the Chilean people, they built or helped build this nation.
The Chilean government system approaches the dreamed "district vote" of Brazilian politicians. I explain.
In the executive branch, Chilean choose and elect their president and their governors. Then, for each city, voters choose the mayors of the districts. This is how it works. Nothing prefeitão and its sub-mayors chosen on the basis of corruption or freak interests.
I think the Chilean system was not well regarded by followers reddish in some Brazilian political party. If that happened, we would have something like the mensalões and car washes to be ashamed of and slander. Ne not? Yeah!
The federal legislature meets three times / week in Valparaiso and twice / week in the House of Representatives in Santiago. It is soft?
Enjoyed the current Santiago, quite different from that I visited and met twenty years ago. Streets and pristine squares, streets families walking their small children on bicycles or walking demonstrating happiness envy.
Interestingly, the Chilean capital has practically one of the longest avenues in the world because on one side it joins the road that ends at the airport and on the other hand, with the beginning of the ascent to the Andes. Five names were borrowed during the trip Avenue in Santiago. A remarkable kind of recognition to Chilean heroes. Tunnels also named - one with 4000 meters - complement this avenue. It is really very stunning.
Unlike Brazil where we forget the historical names that were once remembered and honored and then exchanged for other suggested by the owners and "pulls bags" of political parties that govern anywhere.
With this our history and our heroes went to the "swamp".
As you stroll in one of its Chilean squares, I remembered the current central garden of Rio Claro, where, as a boy, I was walking with my parents in the morning of Sunday, waiting for lunch: the pasta and the chicken compulsorily made by Anolina Grandma.
For good or for evil, today, the river-clarenses families withdrew from that location and prostitutes have taken the job. And the worst thing is that nobody does anything to change this depressing scenario embarrassing beyond rank as one of the tourist attraction of central local tourism.
How long, my God? I do not know and who knows says nothing and does not want to talk.
It may be that this will change the day that a couple of condors fly under the sky blue city. . . Orchids. In other words, never!
Ne not?
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