Águia branca, fita-me com o teu olho;
Repassa a minha alma com o fogo intenso,
Essa chama persistente que emana do teu olhar.
Águia, tu és alva como a neve pura,
E o teu bico tem força de ferro e do ouro a formosura;
Mas o teu voar é transparente, e a tua alma é cerúlea.
Águia resoluta, ensina-me a separar as asas,
A separá-las do meu corpo tenso, e a rasgar o vazio;
A rasgar o eterno vazio para preenchê-lo de ti em mim.
Quero que me digas o que fazer para ter esse fogo.
Nasce com quem o tem? Apanha-se no céu de ninguém?
Se algum dia tive essa chama, se algum dia foi ela
A que aqueceu o voo de outrém, se algum dia...
Se algum voei, não me vou perder.
Se algum dia brilhei, quero rea(s)cender.
Crédito de pintura: Víctor Gonzálvez
Lamento que o Homem se comprometa com o Mundo.
Lamento que estejam aqui as suas raízes
Lamento que sejam estas as razões da sua felicidade
Lamento que estejam presos a coisas que findarão
Lamento que se prostrem a pedaços de madeira ou barro
Lamento que sejam mais cegos que esses pedaços de madeira ou barro
Lamento que se contentem com a sua cegueira
Lamento que tenham esperança em coisas corrompidas
Lamento que depositem a fé em coisas vãs e ocas
Lamento que julguem deter todo o conhecimento e sabedoria
Lamento que ignorem o conhecimento e sabedoria quando lhos são oferecidos
Lamento que rejeitem a prudência
Lamento que se entreguem ao desejo incontrolado
Lamento que abracem o prazer descontextualizado
Lamento que busquem só a alegria e que assim se julguem felizes
Lamento o facto de que são infelizes
Lamento lamentar
Lamento muitas vezes nada fazer
Lamento não o ter feito já
Algo farei.
Look back,
Live now, and
Move forward.
But don't hold on to
Any of those.
That's not what matters.
All are important, but
Only one of them
Is up to you now,
(And even that one
Will, in the future,
Become past.)
Look back and
Remember who you were
But only if it unsettles you
And helps you move on
And change.
If it doesn't unsettle you,
Why aren't you that person anymore?
As to the rest,
It is past.
It has done its part in your life.
It has already contributed to
Who you are.
But that was when it was not past,
and was still present.
It should not be affecting you anymore.
It will not come back,
It will only remain in memory.
And memories are to be remembered,
If you want.
Nothing less, nothing more.
Live now, but
Don't only enjoy the moment.
Don't hold on to
Living every minute to the extreme.
Remember to
Seize the day,
But also remember to
Not be selfish, and
Make every moment, every day
Including this
Very
Moment,
Enjoyable for
Someone else too.
Enjoying the moment is usually
Seen as the maximum, perfect way
Of living. However
Don't limit yourself to enjoying the moment.
Actually
Make it a moment worth enjoying.
Make something
Truly amazing
Out of every second that goes by.
But don't think for a second
That you need money
Social status
A lot of courage
Or even too much effort
To make great things.
Time is the constant unit in Life
So all you need
To make something out of time
And out of yourself in time
Is to be alive.
I like to think that
Time you enjoy wasting
Isn't wasted time.
So with every second,
With your existance, mind and soul,
You can make something
Genuinely awesome.
In a moment.
And move forward.
Where else to go?
Even if forward means older
Even if forward means not knowing what's ahead
Even if forward is scary.
Why would you make a big deal out of that
When that is what's normal?
Keep moving forward.
You can worry
But don't hold on to worries
That are not up to you right now.
Matthew said
"Do not worry about tomorrow,
for tomorrow
will worry about itself.
Each day has
enough trouble of its own."
This is why you mustn't hold on
To any thing
Or any one
Or any time.
The past has already had its troubles.
The present has troubles that you can do something about,
And the future will then have its troubles.
If you keep doing the best you can,
You will be alright.
Not necessarily
At being a prodigy geinous,
Nor a millionaire,
Nor a philantropist,
Nor a professional;
But if you keep doing the best you can
At being a person,
Then, and only then,
Will you be alright.
It is important to
Give and be
Your best,
If you want to be alright
In the eyes of the One who matters.
In one moment
You can do all that.
But one thing you
Still need to do
Before accomplishing this is to
Let go of the things of this world.
You've been told about
The very best you can do and be.
Are you doing it?
Are you being it?
Why are you holding on to things
That prevent you from doing/being it?
Why hold on to things, or people,
Or even the time of this World?
When
Our goal is transcendent
And completely
Independent of this World.
Oh, ancião
De longas barbas brancas!
Ensina-me a escrever
Como tu, em sabedoria!
Ensina-me a escrever
Sobre as pessoas e sobre as plantas
Sobre o vento e sobre os mares
Sobre a melancolia e a alegria
Sobre as coisas e eu.
Os teus olhos pousam artisticamente no mundo,
O teu olhar absorve toda a existência,
Que passa cuidadosamente de ti para o papel...
A caneta é uma extensão de ti
E a tinta é a tua essência...
Oh, ancião, mestre!
Ensina-me a escrever como tu,
Ensina-me a olhar o mundo
Como se fossem os meus olhos duas esferas de cristal
E como se fosse o próprio mundo
O núcleo da minha matéria,
O cerne do meu ser e saber.
Ensina-me a dominar o meu amor pela tinta da esferográfica
E a sobrancear as palavras que da grafite se podem ler.
Já me mostraste que se pode ser tudo quanto és
Mas quem a meta vê, o percurso não conhece...
Quero aprender o percurso da flecha,
Oh, ancião, ensina-me a ser poeta!
O verso livre é a alma livre.
Quero ser um poeta livre.
Às vezes gosto, genuinamente,
Do bolor, e do musgo, e das rachas nas paredes
Das casas destas ruas...
Alguém que lá viva
Ou que as tenha construído
Certamente estará farto de limpar...
Mas eu acho-lhe graça, à Natureza,
Que vai e, sem escrúpulos,
Pinta a casa num frenesim de cores
(E texturas!)
Como quem diz
"Isto, nesta paisagem?
Anda, que eu ajudo-te...
Agora sim, está mais ao meu gosto."
E, depois da última teia de aranha
Convenientemente tecida
Onde o Homem não consegue limpar,
Exclama
"Ah! Perfeito."
Ah, perfeito!...
👶
Babies take baby steps
Because they're babies.
They only stop taking babysteps
When they're not babies anymore.
Some of us
Don't want to take baby steps
But it's not because we're in a hurry...
It's because we think we're not babies.
Good night from a windy island!
The oceans are preparing
For their restless rest.
The winds are quieting
And whispering slower
For a good night's sleep
In everyone's homes.
The birds sing their last songs
The cats go back to their safe havens
The dogs lay down in a cuddly curl
The daylight says goodbye
And our eyelids are getting heavier...
Sleepy feelings are coming our way
And we welcome them! We know
Tomorrow's a new day.
If only
Deleting bad situations from your mind
Were as easy as deleting someone's face from
The screen in front of you
If removing someone from your circles
Were as easy as it virtually is
O, if only
Erasing a bad trait from you or others
Were as easy as changing who you appear to be online
There would be
No bad places
No bad moments
No bad memories
No bad things
No bad people
And also
No reason left to
Be hopeful for anything else
So...
No hope left
The wind whispers
Ever so quietly...
A single dog
Barks at the passage
Of this bodiless force...
The street is asleep...
The night is so
Silent and dark...
This nothing
That goes through
And puts us to sleep
Comes and goes
In such
Misterious ways...
I promise I'll
Figure that out
In my dreams...
I'll unveil the mistery
Of falling asleep...
I just have to
Fall asleep...
That's all I have to do...
🌊🌊🌊
It is so perfect,
Tiny and shiny,
This transparent globe.
It has no worries
No memories
No aspirations, no plans
But it has such a
Great reason
And a
Noble purpose.
It washes everything that was dirty
It soaks everything that was dry
It refreshes, renovates and restores
What was damaged
It heals, revitalizes
What was in pain.
Everybody, look how perfect!
And you, my little
Beautiful water drop,
That rests on a young leaf
In the fresh start of a new day,
Give me the honor of
Following your example, and
Brightening someone else's day!
💧
I look at the birds
I can hear them sing
Everyday like there's no tomorrow
Tell me
Are they not free?
I can often see a hint
Of a golden sunrise, or
Of an orange, purple, pink
Sunset
Happening behind some gray clouds,
Tell me
Are they not glorious and charming?
The sun
When it carefully peeks
From the horizon
Coloring the sky, clouds, earth and grass,
Looking like an amber gem
But never diguised
As something he's not,
Tell me
Is it not loving, gracious and brilliant?
I look around and
I see trees
Growing
Dancing to the wind,
With powerful roots
That will only be taken
When everything else has fallen apart,
Except it won't,
Because
Tell me
Are they not fresh, joyful, friendly and essencial?
And when it does rain
May we never complain,
For when the drops drop
Running a portion of their
Endless
Walk in Life,
Tell me
Are they not abundant, graceful, merciful, tireless and giving?
And the grass
Bright in its favor,
Home to all sorts of
Forms of life,
Food to others,
Bed to many more, and
Fun to us all,
Tell me
Is it not simple, kind, calm, necessary, selfless and delicate?
Will the sea ever stop
Speaking its heart out,
Or going its way,
Just because of all the storms and people
Unsettling and haunting it? So
Tell me
Is it not powerful, corageous, great, indefatigable, resolute, awesome and overwhelming?
And now, we, humans, not only existing, but
Having so much around us
To learn from,
Still fail to realize that we,
We ourselves, are so much more
Than anything I've mentioned before.
And yet we do not comprehend that
If the rest of Creation
Is, naturally and persistently,
Everything I have said,
Tell me
Why are we not?
Este som
Transpira calma
E tranquilidade...
Serenamente irregular
E pacificamente constante...
O que há de melhor?
Que saber que
Até a chuva se regozija
Na sua existência,
E poder regozijar eu também,
Perante esta linda e sonora
Queda de frescura.
No momento em que
A minha matéria esteja já
Há muito separada
De mim mesma,
E descer dos céus
Em forma de gota
De chuva,
E cantar esta música
Que agora ouço,
Então, neste mundo estará
Da minha matéria
Da minha matéria
Completo o ciclo,
E da minha música
Consumado o som.
Why does it matter?
The amount of time
The amount of time
We spend on this World.
Why do we play Immortality
And try to master time in this world
When we, and the world, are
So clearly
Limited to time
(By the Lord of Time
Himself)?
(By the Lord of Time
Himself)?
Why does it matter?
The amount of time
We spend on this world.
If we pay attention to
And accept
Our true origins and purpose,
We will find that
Our goal is transcendent
And completely
Independent of time.
The time we have
In this world
Is not for us to determine
Or master.
We are only to manage
And seize it.
The time we have
In this world
Is not for us to determine
Or master.
We are only to manage
And seize it.
And why such hurry
To go to work in your
Galloping car and
Fancy clothes?
The trees do the best
Work possible to the
Entire planet,
Everyday,
Everyday,
And I've never seen them
Run around...
Rain drops
So gentle and
In such a soft
Free fall...
Singing their way
Down the atmosphere...
They run joyful and quick
Until they finally
Find themselves
Dancing on the rooves...
Bringing life
And freshness,
They run down the windows,
If not our faces,
As if they were
Embracing us
Wherever and
Whoever we are.
Even when the sun is a blur
It is a light.
And it will shine its way
Until we see it
As it really is
And really always was
Behind all the filters that
Once prevented us
From direct contact
With our light.
When in the morning
the sunlight
Dyes the road golden
Bathes the street in a
Kingly yellow
Takes the ocean to a
Sparkly bliss
Oh, how I want to be part of this
Dance of shadows
Being tinted and lit
Back to life,
Back to being awake!
The night is beautiful
And short in duration
And by all means
So is the day.
