Aos meus amigos um Feliz Natal!!! — Christina Oiticica
Missa/Mass Feliz Natal! Merry Christmas! — Paulo Coelho
“É um momento de crise de fé, em que eu disse: ‘Ah, eu vou viajar, vou percorrer o mundo inteiro, não posso ficar aqui’. Já tinha sucesso, já tinha dinheiro, já estava casado com a mulher que eu amo e amarei o resto da minha vida, tinha tudo e estava insatisfeito. Então, resolvi viajar, entrei em um trem também, parte dessa viagem, conheci uma leitora, que provocou uma série de reações em mim”, revelou ele.
A esposa do autor, Christina, também deu sua opinião a respeito do assunto. “Olha, eu me coloco totalmente tranquila, eu sei que é uma experiência. Eu acho que todas as pessoas necessitam viver a sua vida, as suas experiências, como ele, como você, como eu, como todos. Nada pode ser forçado. Eu acho que a coisa mais importante no amor e na vida é a liberdade. Todos nós temos que ser livres”, analisou.
“O ‘Aleph’ era um livro que eu nunca pensei em escrever. Primeiro porque eu achei que não tinha capacidade, é acontece! Porque são experiências espirituais tão fortes, que você diz: ‘Eu não vou poder colocar isso em palavras’”, confessou.
My lovely friend artist Christina Oiticica celebrated her birthday a few days ago in Madrid.
Her husband Paulo Coelho threw a party at which he sang this beautiful love song ‘Ne me quitte pas’ to Christina.
Ne me quitte pas Il faut oublier
Tout peut s’oublier Qui s’enfuit déjà
Oublier le temps Des malentendus
Et le temps perdu A savoir comment
Oublier ces heures Qui tuaient parfois
A coups de pourquoi Le cœur du bonheur
Ne me quitte pas
Moi je t’offrirai Des perles de pluie
Venues de pays Où il ne pleut pas
Je creuserai la terre Jusqu’après ma mort
Pour couvrir ton corps D’or et de lumière
Je ferai un domaine Où l’amour sera roi
Où l’amour sera loi Où tu seras reine
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas Je t’inventerai
Des mots insensés Que tu comprendras
Je te parlerai De ces amants-là
Qui ont vu deux fois Leurs cœurs s’embraser
Je te raconterai L’histoire de ce roi
Mort de n’avoir pas Pu te rencontrer
Ne me quitte pas
On a vu souvent Rejaillir le feu
D’un ancien volcan Qu’on croyait trop vieux
Il est paraît-il Des terres brûlées
Donnant plus de blé Qu’un meilleur avril
Et quand vient le soir Pour qu’un ciel flamboie
Le rouge et le noir Ne s’épousent-ils pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas Je ne vais plus pleurer
Je ne vais plus parler Je me cacherai là
A te regarder Danser et sourire
Et à t’écouter Chanter et puis rire
Laisse-moi devenir L’ombre de ton ombre
L’ombre de ta main L’ombre de ton chien
Ne me quitte pas
Top story The Digital Mission Daily (Saturday 26 November 2011).
- My birthday gift / meu presente de aniversário
- Aniversario de Christina Oiticica
- Segundo Albúm Aniversario Christina Oiticica
- A festa do mago Paulo Coelho para sua mulher, Christina
- Paulo Coelho’s St Joseph’s Day Party at Pera Palace Hotel
Music Istanbul by Orient Expressions.
This wonderful montage of the life and work of Christina Oiticica
was put together as a celebration of her birthday today.
Exposición “Os Portais” Christina Oiticica, Paulo Coelho, Romero Britto, santiago de compostela July 2010
I was invited by Christina Oiticica to Os Portais. I regret to say I did not take up her invitation. I regret even more knowing that it coincided with the 25 July celebrations last Sunday in Santiago de Compostela.
When 25 July falls on a Sunday it is a Holy or Jubilee year. This year is one such year. This year more than 200,000 are expected to walk El Camino de Santiago, a medieval pilgrims route to Santiago de Compostela.
I have just had dinner, now I am having some coffee and contemplating the painting in front of me: it was put in a river and left there for a year, waiting for nature to give the final touch to the painter’s work.
Half of the painting was carried off by the waters and bad weather, so the edges are all uneven, but even so I can still see part of the beautiful red rose painted on a golden background. I know the artist. I remember 2003, when together we went to a forest in the Pyrenees, discovered the creek – which at that moment was dry – and hid the canvas underneath the stones that covered the river bed.
I know the artist, Christina Oiticica. At this very moment she is physically at a distance of 8,000 kilometers, and at the same time she is in everything around me. That makes me happy: even after 29 years of marriage, the love is more intense than ever before. Never did I imagine that this would happen: I had been in three relationships that did not work out right and was convinced that eternal love did not exist until she came along – on a Christmas afternoon, like a present sent by a angel.
We went to the movies.
We made love that same evening.
I thought to myself: “this won’t last long”. For the first two years I was always expecting one of us to give up the relationship. For the following five years I went on thinking that it was just an arrangement, that in a short while each of us would go our own way. I had convinced myself that any commitment of a more serious nature would deprive me of my “freedom” and stop me experiencing all that I wanted.
Twenty-nine years on, I am still free – because I discovered that love never enslaves us. I am free to turn my head and watch her sleeping at my side – that is the photo I have on my mobile phone. I am free for us to go out, enjoy a stroll, go on talking, discussing – and occasionally arguing, as always.
I am free to love as I have never loved before, and that makes a great difference in my life.
Let’s go back to the painting and the river: it was the summer of 2002, I was already a well-known writer, I had money, I felt that my basic values had not changed, but how could I be absolutely certain?
We rented a small room in a two-star hotel in France, where we began to spend five months each year. The wardrobe could not get any bigger, so we had to limit our clothes. We wandered through the forests, dined out, spent hours in conversation and went to the movies every day. The simplicity of it all confirmed for us that the most sophisticated things in the world are precisely those that are within everyone’s reach. All that I needed for my work was a portable computer.
But it so happens that my wife is … a painter.
And painters need gigantic studios to produce and keep their work. By no means did I want her to sacrifice her vocation for me, so I proposed renting a place. However, looking around, seeing the mountains, the valleys, the rivers and the lakes, the forests, she thought: why don’t I work here? And why not let nature work with me?
And thus was born the idea of “storing” the canvases in the open air. I carried my laptop and went on writing. She knelt on the grass and painted. A year later, when we removed the first paintings, the result was original, magnificent.
We lived in that small hotel for two unforgettable years. She continued to bury her canvases, no longer out of necessity but because she had discovered a new technique. The Amazon, Mumbai, the Road to Santiago, Lublijana, Miami. Today she is far away, but tomorrow or next week she will be close again, sleeping at my side. Content, because her work is beginning to be recognized all over the world.
At this moment I see only the rose. And I thank the angel that gave me two presents on that Christmas of 1979: the ability to open up my own heart, and the right person to receive it.
A love story for my lovely friend Sian.
Note: The painting shown is not the one Paulo Put in the river.