What we do in life, echoes in Eternity

Falling snow

Eu visito um tempo-espaço só música.

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Agalloch, Ashes against the Grain (2006)

I can only go as I am.

Joy

true joy
turns into generosity

alegria genuína
se transforma em generosidade

Sophia

She told me a few things, many of them fled, others I tried to write down.

Consider the worse, so that, when it doesn’t come, you appreciate more what arrives.

Stay open for the best that can come your way.

Face rejection boldly, keeping always the head up and the heart clean.

Reciprocate every smile. Create them in the faces you see, as often as possible, and don’t mind the failed attempts.

Enjoy the day that fades away and the wind that blows by.

Love with no restrictions. Give of yourself wisely.

Walk the streets seeing people, not just the asphalt or the sidewalk.

Sing.

Look everyone in the eyes. Listen. Speak only what can help.

Stay steady. Focused. Active. In peace.

Strong.

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Ela me disse algumas coisas, muitas fugiram, outras tentei anotar.

Considerar o pior, para que, quando ele não vier, o que chegar tenha mais valor.

Estar aberto ao melhor que pode vir.

Enfrentar a rejeição, mantendo sempre a cabeça erguida e o coração limpo.

Retribuir todos os sorrisos. Criá-los nos rostos que vir, sempre que possível, e não se abater com as tentativas frustradas.

Aproveitar o dia que finda e o vento que passa.

Amar sem restrições. Entregar-se com critério.

Andar pelas ruas vendo as pessoas, não só o asfalto ou a calçada.

Cantar.

Olhar todo o mundo nos olhos. Ouvir. Falar somente o que pode ajudar.

Ser firme. Focado. Sereno. Ativo.

Forte.

The red cloud

Unknown to envious eyes
Skillfully bent, to stupefy
Fleeting, for most unseen

A leisure, rupture on anything
Deaf-mutes shouting, closed eyes seeing
Counter routine, looking from high

like a colorful cloud
breaking the frozen blue sky

The Mermaid

The whole period of our lives consists on the repetitious (and always frustrated) attempts of eluding reality. The primordial illusion, origin of all the others, makes us believe that we are, somehow, immortal. From the teenager that, passenger in an eager for danger car, puts himself out the window, only to violently collide in a tunnel, to the pious that works hard to donate considerable part of his income to the basket that earns him a piece of heaven, it is difficult to resist such a comforting lie. Shattered by the incompleteness and insignificance of reality, we escape through the imaginary, full of winking and colorful lights, where we hear the uninterrupted chant of mermaids promissing the impossible.

On a certain occasion, I don’t remember exactly when, I came across one of those fascinating creatures. What initially caught my attention was her distant and lost gaze, suggesting an essential difference in relation to everything around her. I found her sitting on the cliff, her eyes vaguely directed to the silently placid and indifferent ocean, whose surface the smooth wind rocked like a new born child. I watched her for a duration that seemed infinite, her impacting image wounding my astonished eyes, giving the impression that her soul was as immense as the water’s extension, with an obscure depth filled with secret and strange beauties, in which a fleeting desire is enough to penetrate the endless labyrinth – an uncertain region where men risk losing themselves, in their thirst for the mischievous object that insists on disappearing at the very moment it is found.

Noticing my presence, she cast me an enigmatic smile, gazing fixedly at me with hypnotic intensity, making me empty of any thought, in an involuntary assault. Finding myself on this refuge that seemed to escape all temporary injunctions, I scared myself when, in an abrupt movement, she turned her face to a voice that, far away, cried out her name. Until then, I hadn’t realized that woman could have a name.

So, I contemplated the calm disappearence of the Mermaid, already brought down to her fragile humanity, silently saying goodbye, as I woke up from that sort of distraction in which the oniric seems to take over reality.

Furious waves shocked themselves against the rocks, in a patient and untiresome work, and the scene, in its microscopic totality, had over me a mysterious attraction. I got up, and, closing my eyes, threw myself to the grand dive, bare of everything, not knowing if I expected the solid roughness or the maleable fluidity.

Celtic Pride

Thursday night in L.A.
Stars purple gold
Green ray, a shadow

Hollywood ending.

But the end is but the beginning
It's about never giving in
Together, we can accomplish anything

So see you next year.