sábado, novembro 29
quarta-feira, novembro 26
Sonhos de uma noite de verão
Há quem diga que todas as noites são de sonhos. Mas há quem garanta também que nem todas o são, só as de verão. No fundo, isso não tem mesmo a menor importância. O que realmente interessa não é a noite em si, mas os sonhos. Sonhos que se sonha sempre, em todos os lugares, em todas as épocas do ano, dormindo ou acordado.
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
domingo, novembro 23
Have a great week
o mundo é grande e cabe
nesta janela sobre o mar
o mar é grande e cabe
na cama e no colchão de amar
o amor é grande e cabe
no breve espaço de beijar
.
Carlos Drummond de Andrade
terça-feira, novembro 18
sábado, novembro 15
a toddler blows the candles
Time for a cake.
Seven hundred and thirty days.
English is Cool has been around for two years now.
The baby's grown into a toddler.
Making friends has always been the coolest thing about it.
Here's to you! Cheers!
Tin-Tin!
sexta-feira, novembro 14
Don McLean's
tapestry
.
every thread of creation is held in position
by still other strands of things living
in an earthly tapestry hung from the skyline
of smouldering cities so gray and so vulgar
as not to be satisfied with their own negativity
but needing to touch all the living as well
.
every breeze that blows kindly is one crystal breath
we exhale on the blue diamond heaven
as gentle to touch as the hands of the healer
as soft as farewells whispered over the coffin
we're poisoned by venom with each breath we take
from the brown sulphur chimney and the black highway snake
.
every dawn that breaks golden is held in suspension
like the yoke of the egg in albumen
where the birth and the death of unseen generations
are interdependent in vast orchestration
and painted in colors of tapestry thread
when the dying are born and the living are dead
.
every pulse of your heartbeat is one liquid moment
that flows through the veins of your being
like a river of life flowing on since creation
approaching the sea with each new generation
you're now just a stagnant and rancid disgrace
that is rapidly drowning the whole human race
.
every fish that swims silent every bird that flies freely
every doe that steps softly
every crisp leaf that falls all the flowers that grow
on this colourful tapestry somehow they know
that if man is allowed to destroy all we need
he will soon have to pay with his life for his greed
.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ihk3Namt0pA&feature=related
.
every thread of creation is held in position
by still other strands of things living
in an earthly tapestry hung from the skyline
of smouldering cities so gray and so vulgar
as not to be satisfied with their own negativity
but needing to touch all the living as well
.
every breeze that blows kindly is one crystal breath
we exhale on the blue diamond heaven
as gentle to touch as the hands of the healer
as soft as farewells whispered over the coffin
we're poisoned by venom with each breath we take
from the brown sulphur chimney and the black highway snake
.
every dawn that breaks golden is held in suspension
like the yoke of the egg in albumen
where the birth and the death of unseen generations
are interdependent in vast orchestration
and painted in colors of tapestry thread
when the dying are born and the living are dead
.
every pulse of your heartbeat is one liquid moment
that flows through the veins of your being
like a river of life flowing on since creation
approaching the sea with each new generation
you're now just a stagnant and rancid disgrace
that is rapidly drowning the whole human race
.
every fish that swims silent every bird that flies freely
every doe that steps softly
every crisp leaf that falls all the flowers that grow
on this colourful tapestry somehow they know
that if man is allowed to destroy all we need
he will soon have to pay with his life for his greed
.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ihk3Namt0pA&feature=related
quarta-feira, novembro 12
Khalil Gibran's
Say not, "I have found the path of the soul." Say rather, "I have found the soul walking upon my path." For the soul walks upon all paths. The soul walks not upon a line neither does it grow like a reed. The soul unfolds itself like a lotus of countless petals.
Não diga “Eu encontrei o caminho da alma”, diga antes, “Eu encontrei a alma percorrendo meu caminho.” Pois a alma percorre todos os caminhos. A alma não percorre uma linha, nem cresce como um junco. A alma se desdobra como um lótus de incontáveis pétalas.
Não diga “Eu encontrei o caminho da alma”, diga antes, “Eu encontrei a alma percorrendo meu caminho.” Pois a alma percorre todos os caminhos. A alma não percorre uma linha, nem cresce como um junco. A alma se desdobra como um lótus de incontáveis pétalas.
sexta-feira, novembro 7
Carl Jung's
Whenever love rules there is no will for power;
and where power predominates love is lacking.
Great weekend, folks :)
and where power predominates love is lacking.
Great weekend, folks :)
segunda-feira, novembro 3
May this be a good week
.
.
You're in pretty good shape for the shape you are in.
.......................................................... Dr. Seuss
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You're in pretty good shape for the shape you are in.
.......................................................... Dr. Seuss