Aprender.
Não ter medo de mudar,
Lutar;
Saber escolher,
Saber parar.
E resistir,
Firme, calma e serena.
E acreditar,
Sem, jamais, aceitar o dilema.
Olhar para o passado
E saber reviver sem sofrer.
A luta foi travada.
Ficou gravada na memória.
O que bastou?
Glória.
E hoje o rio corre,
E pelas águas docemente atravessa,
Contornando pedras,
Amores e dissabores.
E sobrevive.
E Vive.
E sabe.
E escolhe a seu favor
O que o favor não lhe quis dar.
Já não há inquietação no sentir:
Vê-se leveza na expressão.
O olhar calmo e tranquilo,
Inundado pela seca que ao rio não vai chegar.
Porque a água é transparente,
Não mente,
Não esconde,
Não alimenta quases.
O preto é preto - jamais cinzento escurecido.
E o amor que existe adivinha-se eterno,
Pura e simplesmente porque de amor se trata.
quinta-feira, 24 de novembro de 2011
Sometimes, all I want to do is writing
When inside my head everything comes so fast I can't even understand what am I really thinking about - to write is the only option.
To write and let me go...
Let my wild spirit come to the surface and understand the real meanings.
That's simply because I write better then what I say or think.
And when I said that, you just smiled and laughed back :)
Sometimes, I don't want to think, I don't want to understand. And it feels so damn good.
That's when you understand me better that I could ever imagine. Love to feel it, when I just don't want to understand nothing but that.
Sometimes, I adore to close my mind to the world, just because I want to. And then, I just love to look at you and see your smile confused by what am I thinking of.
But still, you have me in your hands, just because I want so.
Do you know what? It's called Love.
When inside my head everything comes so fast I can't even understand what am I really thinking about - to write is the only option.
To write and let me go...
Let my wild spirit come to the surface and understand the real meanings.
That's simply because I write better then what I say or think.
And when I said that, you just smiled and laughed back :)
Sometimes, I don't want to think, I don't want to understand. And it feels so damn good.
That's when you understand me better that I could ever imagine. Love to feel it, when I just don't want to understand nothing but that.
Sometimes, I adore to close my mind to the world, just because I want to. And then, I just love to look at you and see your smile confused by what am I thinking of.
But still, you have me in your hands, just because I want so.
Do you know what? It's called Love.
And it just happens
When I look back to the past and feel happiness,
And feel love,
And feel trust,
And have the best memories.
I know this friendship
Because there's nothing left to hide,
Nothing afraid of,
No lies,
No possessions.
And I'm proud of it,
Because I can look around myself
And understand that people like you are the exception.
And you just gave me the pleasur of being your exception.
Simply when you ask me something and stay there, strong,
In front of me,
Listening so specially,
Looking with that your own sight,
Deeply,
With that bigger attention of the world
That is so rare to see on you
And that makes me talk,
And talk once more,
Without pretending to stop,
Because that your genuine smile and sight
Is the simply the best evidence of what we are, together.
And this is how I know friendship to be true.
sábado, 19 de novembro de 2011
quarta-feira, 16 de novembro de 2011
Memories...
...
Sometimes, the best think I can do when I'm alone is to remember
To find those old memories inside myself,
And smile :)
I'm here, and I'm happy.
And memories, those, no one can ever take them away from me
domingo, 13 de novembro de 2011
Como é bom estar em casa! Como é bom ter muitas "casas",
Sentir-me em casa aqui, ali e um pouco mais longe.
Podia ficar aqui eternamente e sentir-me feliz, quentinha e acolhida por cada pedacinho deste lugar. Pequenino, acolhedor, tão bem decorado e perfumado, banhado por estas flores e plantas tão bonitas, tão deliciosas e únicas. Abraçada por esta música tão suave e melodiosa e harmoniosa. Sentir entrar aqui, por aquela porta, aqueles que amo.
O cantinho ideal.
Sentir-me em casa aqui, ali e um pouco mais longe.
"Home is where the heart is"
Podia ficar aqui eternamente e sentir-me feliz, quentinha e acolhida por cada pedacinho deste lugar. Pequenino, acolhedor, tão bem decorado e perfumado, banhado por estas flores e plantas tão bonitas, tão deliciosas e únicas. Abraçada por esta música tão suave e melodiosa e harmoniosa. Sentir entrar aqui, por aquela porta, aqueles que amo.
Esta, é uma das casas, uma das delicias, um dos esconderijos perfeitos,
O cantinho ideal.
E o melhor dos melhores é mesmo "Ser uma Delas"
É o cantinho da minha inpiração,
É o cantinho dos meus queridos avós maternos <3
sexta-feira, 11 de novembro de 2011
The Shawshank Redemption
Red: I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I'd like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can't be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free.quarta-feira, 9 de novembro de 2011
"Se vieres, por exemplo, às quatro horas da tarde, a partir das três horas começo a ser feliz. Quanto mais se aproximar a hora, mais feliz me sentirei. Às quatro horas perturbo-me e inquieto-me; descobrirei, assim, o valor da felicidade! Mas se vieres seja quando for, nunca sei a que horas hei-de ataviar o coração... São precisos ritos."Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
segunda-feira, 7 de novembro de 2011
I Never liked mathematique; time after time
Well, that's it...
To me, math is the perfect exemple of what matters is the journey and not the arrival. Once you get the right result, time after time, it has no more interest. I mean, no more interest to me. Once I know how to write all those numbers and unknown letters, that somehow get discovered, it is no longer funny. And when I'm trying to understand what, to my eyes, seem not possible to be understanded, and it just goes wrong, time after time, it starts on loosing all the interest, specially if I start on thinking that with my imagination I could go much higher. Well, and I guess that's when it all starts. I put my imagination working with mathematique, and it just fits perfectly, time after time. So then I smile and feel proud of myself. Time after time. And then my explicator comes and looks to my roles. His face just starts like "what?", and then he asks "Is it right?". Well, then I show him the solutions in the end of the book and the results are the same. Actually, when he shows me the more ortodox way to do it, the last fractions are the same.
In the end of the explication of today, he just said something like:
"It doesn't matter at all the bad grade you had. Now you're understanding this and finding the right results. When someone knows math, is able to do all the exercises from the books, no matter how hard they are. When someone understands math, then is able to do anything. Is able to do the unkown. So it means that is able to Do math.".
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