Alexandre Aschenbach

Sunday with Family


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As much as we strive to innovate, we keep going back to basics. And the family is perhaps the primary concept of origin that we know.

Sunday ends up reminding us of this (and also that Monday will be charged the toil).

The family gathers, the dishes may not be the same as Grandma, spaghetti inhoque gave rise to the sound of the phonograph disk is now a little more digital, and Chacrinha Silvio Santos no more absolute reign, there are fewer older people there are more younger people, but the pleasure of the meeting still exists.

The kids screaming, running around the room, now is not so great (thanks to real estate developers and the lack of space in the city). But the smiles, the look of Grandpa, play of brother-words Cochicó between sisters ... ah, this is all very similar.

In our childhood we were part of the children who, like this one Sunday, I was screaming and running, smearing themselves with chocolate, to flee the grandma who was running behind us playing more than scold.

Today we are parents, grandparents ... or maybe even great-grandparents. Have not run much, can not see everything, we can not eat as much chocolate, but finally we are here to take advantage of a different form, the Sunday family.

How long it takes to understand that everything will be as it were, we are looking for in the end, the safety of what we already know?

We fled from the traditional, but we ended up surrendering. Elis Regina was singing that we are still the same and live in "How Our Fathers," which I personally prefer interpreted by the composer, Belchior.

Okay, I'm being nostalgic, many of who read this do not even know who they are there, but worth knowing yeah. Because, basically, have participated or will be the stars of Sunday in the Family.

Or not?

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As much as we strive to innovate, we keep going back to basics. And the family is perhaps the primary concept of origin that we know.

Sunday ends up reminding us of this (and also that Monday will be charged the toil).

The family gathers, the dishes may not be the same as Grandma, spaghetti inhoque gave rise to the sound of the phonograph disk is now a little more digital, and Chacrinha Silvio Santos no more absolute reign, there are fewer older people there are more younger people, but the pleasure of the meeting still exists.

The kids screaming, running around the room, now is not so great (thanks to real estate developers and the lack of space in the city). But the smiles, the look of Grandpa, play of brother-words Cochicó between sisters ... ah, this is all very similar.

In our childhood we were part of the children who, like this one Sunday, I was screaming and running, smearing themselves with chocolate, to flee the grandma who was running behind us playing more than scold.

Today we are parents, grandparents ... or maybe even great-grandparents. Have not run much, can not see everything, we can not eat as much chocolate, but finally we are here to take advantage of a different form, the Sunday family.

How long it takes to understand that everything will be as it were, we are looking for in the end, the safety of what we already know?

We fled from the traditional, but we ended up surrendering. Elis Regina was singing that we are still the same and live in "How Our Fathers," which I personally prefer interpreted by the composer, Belchior.

Okay, I'm being nostalgic, many of who read this do not even know who they are there, but worth knowing yeah. Because, basically, have participated or will be the stars of Sunday in the Family.

Or not?