Sunday, 18 July 2010
O Anjo
Será possível que um Anjo seja a união de dois "loucos" depois da travessia?
....
A soft breeze tickled the Fool as the angel beat his wings as if applauding. “That’s very good, Fool. You are wise indeed. Now do you see the path beside me? The one that leads to the mountains in the distance? You are to take this road next. I warn you that the next two you will meet are very scary to some but study them and learn from them. I hope you can pass their tests. Your journey is nearly done.”
The Fool splashed through the water to cross to the path the angel indicated. He paused to thank the angel before he struck out down the smaller, winding path towards the mountains. He wondered what could be so much worse than Death.
To be continued…
My journey after meeting Death
I recently met dead, manytimes...
The angel smiled at him. “Why do you think the water is coming from the top cup to the bottom cup? Perhaps it is flowing from the bottom up. Sometimes it is one way and sometimes the other. The water is endless because it is energy, you see. So I can fill from the top or the bottom as I need. You see, the secret is that I can turn any situation into something different just by how I think and act. We all can.”
Well wasn’t that something. The little Fool took a step back, tripped and sat down hard on his rump. The angel chuckled. “Your reaction is not unusual. I’ve told many a fool wandering this same path this same thing. Most of them do not use this information wisely.”
He looked down at his feet. “Do you also want to know why I stand like this?”
Dumfounded, the Fool could only nod. Of course he did.
“Fool, in this world there is the supernatural world and the natural world. My right foot represents the natural world but dips in the supernatural, intuitive water. My left foot, representing the supernatural world rests on the natural, known earth.
Saturday, 17 July 2010
A chama das coisas
antíquíssimas e sagradas
No meu coração
5 -7
Para sempre
...
25
...
Aqui está a fotografia de um voo
cujos direitos de autor pertencem
a um coração capaz de voar
sem
gravidade
♥
Wednesday, 7 July 2010
A voz do céu
Tu,
invisível escutador de miragens!
Oh, génio! que num frémito
engoles e cospes
do Universo, todas as paisagens!
Tu
Murmúrio das Vias Lácteas!
oh sangue do meu sangue
sussurrante silêncio
por entre as galáxias!
Retorna!... voz de ouro!
...
...
...
...
Tuesday, 6 July 2010
Monday, 5 July 2010
Re de um Oráculo Vivo
No ar
dos rios
os risos de crianças
correndo
caindo em cascata!
....
Penélope
coreografando suas danças
com fios
tecendo
destinos em ouro e prata.
...
E o resto do mundo gemendo
e o resto do mundo fenecendo
violência berro grito da tortura
lava lenta
maquinal
besta violenta
o chumbo do mal
trepando pelas pernas
das mulheres na calçada
algemando passos de flores
das crianças
das crianças
encinerando a beleza
a sedução que procuras
tudo do amor
danças
esmagadas em pavor.
esmagadas em pavor.
Tudo cinza
tudo ódio
tudo ferro
tudo nada
tudo gente apavorada
tudo morte
da árvore da vida
a vida sugada
abandonada
por nós, à sua sorte.
...
Cont.
Ouve Poeta Verde (de A Força do Belo)
Ouve poeta verde:
Não é verdade
que tudo seja arranhar de ranjer de unhas
nas faces destroçadas
por de trás
das máscaras-passaporte-de-todos-o-cidadão
Não é verdade
que tudo seja crueldade.
Existem músicos
que tocam flauta
ao acender das fogueiras celestes
E muitos, embora os não ouçamos,
ouvi-los-emos
e muito embora os não vejamos,
vê-los-emos:
Uma noite,
eles desertarão a sala de concertos,
para de mansinho pela madrugada se levantarem
e nos primeiros azuis
que da obscura noite se anunciam,
no espaço seus cantos lançarem
suspiros de ar, em tubos. Tremendo.
Calar-se-ão às vezes
para deixar ouvir os pássaros.
E no silêncis sem peso
nossos corações
se erguerão
como de Nut o filho se ergue
dos profundos Tártaros.
A Grande Mãe - Dione em Dodona - Reia - Peleiades - Atena - Pítia
Atena...
e missão
Em tempo de guerra...
aflição...
(CONTINUA)
Sunday, 4 July 2010
The City of Love
The Hug Sculptor: Jimilu Mason, 1987 Inscription: "In memory of Mort Hoppenfield whose plans and designs for Columbia embrace all people"
thanks to Jeffhung
Overlooking the plaza at Town Center Lakefront is a bronze sculpture by Jimilu Mason called THE HUG. The sculpture was a gift to the community in 1987 from The Rouse Company and Enterprise Development Corporation in honor of the late Mort Hoppenfeld. As Vice President of The Rouse Company, Hoppenfeld directed the planning and design of Columbia from its earliest days until 1975. According to the artist, the work reflects "Columbia as Mort envisioned it -- a city of love, a city for lovers." Ms. Mason's work is well known in the Washington area, including the bust of Lyndon Johnson in the Capitol, and Brio, a bronze dancing man in Alexandria, Virginia. (source of this paragraph: ColumbiaMaryland.com)
Overlooking the plaza at Town Center Lakefront is a bronze sculpture by Jimilu Mason called THE HUG. The sculpture was a gift to the community in 1987 from The Rouse Company and Enterprise Development Corporation in honor of the late Mort Hoppenfeld. As Vice President of The Rouse Company, Hoppenfeld directed the planning and design of Columbia from its earliest days until 1975. According to the artist, the work reflects "Columbia as Mort envisioned it -- a city of love, a city for lovers." Ms. Mason's work is well known in the Washington area, including the bust of Lyndon Johnson in the Capitol, and Brio, a bronze dancing man in Alexandria, Virginia. (source of this paragraph: ColumbiaMaryland.com)
Thursday, 1 July 2010
Wednesday, 30 June 2010
Poetry
it
takes
a lot of
desperation
dissatisfaction
and
disillusion
to
write
a
few
good
poems.
it's not
for
everybody
either to
write
it
or even to
read
it.
Charles Bukowski
in the Pleasures of the Damned
takes
a lot of
desperation
dissatisfaction
and
disillusion
to
write
a
few
good
poems.
it's not
for
everybody
either to
write
it
or even to
read
it.
Charles Bukowski
in the Pleasures of the Damned
Tuesday, 29 June 2010
C L and Beauty
Full-moon 3 - Creativity Manolo ManteroC
Sente-se o silêncio
amo o escutar do silêncio
H
full m Manolo Mantero
(Uma sala de portas
escancaradas para o mar
No tecto, o sol
ou a lua a brilhar)
...
história da madeira....
EMERSON LAKE & PALMER - The Sage
The Sage
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I carry the dust of a journey
that cannot be shaken away
It lives deep within me
For I breathe it every day.
You and I are yesterday's answers;
The earth of the past came to flesh,
Eroded by Time's rivers
To the shapes we now possess.
Come share of my breath and my substance,
and mingle our stream and our times.
In bright, infinite moments,
Our reasons are lost in our rhymes.
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