Amanhece

Rio

Toda forma que vês
tem seu arquétipo no mundo sem-lugar.
Se a forma esvanece, não importa,
permanece o original.
As belas figuras que viste,
as sábias palavras que escutaste,
não te entristeças se pereceram.
Enquanto a fonte é abundante,
o rio dá água sem cessar.
Por que te lamentas se nenhum dos
dois se detém?
A alma é a fonte,
e as coisas criadas, os rios.
Enquanto a fonte jorra, correm os rios.
Tira da cabeça todo o pesar
e sorve aos borbotões a água deste rio.
Que a água não seca, ela não tem fim.
Desde que chegaste ao mundo do ser,
uma escada foi posta diante de ti,
para que escapasses.
Primeiro, foste mineral;
depois, te tornaste planta,
e mais tarde, animal.
Como pode ser isto segredo para ti?
Finalmente foste feito homem,
com conhecimento, razão e fé.
Contempla teu corpo; um punhado de pó
vê quão perfeito se tornou!
Quando tiveres cumprido tua jornada,
decerto hás de regressar como anjo;
depois disso, terás terminado de vez com a terra,
e tua estação há de ser o céu.
Passa de novo pela vida angelical,
entra naquele oceano,
e que tua gota se torne o mar,
cem vezes maior que o Mar de Oman.
Abandona este filho que chamas corpo
e diz sempre Um; com toda a alma.
Se teu corpo envelhece, que importa?
Ainda é fresca tua alma.

Jalal ud-Din Rumi

As Pequenas Coisas

Côr

Linhas

Ni tú ni yo estamos
en disposición
de encontrarnos.
Tú... por lo que ya sabes.
¡Yo la he querido tanto!
Sigue esa veredita.
En las manos
tengo los agujeros
de los clavos.
¿No ves cómo me estoy
desangrando?
No mires nunca atrás,
vete despacio
y reza como yo
a San Cayetano,
que ni tú ni yo estamos
en disposición
de encontrarnos.

Frederico García Lorca

Song

The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves,
The full round moon and the star-laden sky,
And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves,
Had hid away earth's old and weary cry.
And then you came with those red mournful lips,
And with you came the whole of the world's tears,
And all the sorrows of her labouring ships,
And all the burden of her myriad years.
And now the sparrows warring in the eaves,
The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky,
And the loud chaunting of the unquiet leaves
Are shaken with earth's old and weary cry.

Vou deitar-me neste chão

Chocolate Amargo

Vestígios

Noutros tempos
quando acreditávamos na existência da lua
foi-nos possível escrever poemas e
envenenávamos-nos boca a boca com o vidro moído
pelas salivas proibidas - noutros tempos
os dias corriam com a água e limpavam
os líquenes das imundas máscaras
hoje
nenhuma palavra pode ser escrita
nenhuma sílaba permanece na aridez das pedras
ou se expande pelo corpo estendido
no quarto do zinabre e do álcool - pernoita-se
onde se pode - num vocabulário reduzido e
obsessivo - até que o relâmpago fulmine a língua
e nada mais se consiga ouvir
apesar de tudo
continuamos e repetir os gestos e a beber
a serenidade da seiva - vamos pela febre
dos cedros acima - até que tocamos o místico
arbusto estelar
e
o mistério da luz fustiga-nos os olhos
numa euforia torrencial.

Al Berto

Texto

Koan

The caterpillar said, "One side will make you grow bigger and the other side will make you grow smaller"
"One side of what? The other side of what?" thought Alice to herself.
"Of the mushroom," said the caterpillar.
Alice looked at the mushroom, trying to make out which were the two sides of it, as it was perfectly round.

Koan

Quem pensa que entendeu, questiona-se;
Quem pensa que não entendeu, questiona os outros;
Quem entendeu, não diz nada;
E quem não entendeu, também não diz nada!

Ao som do piano

Tempo Perdido

A saudade, métrica do coração português, é suicida: mata-se a si própria. É uma ilusão passageira. É a psicose brumosa de que algo falta para vir. Até se ver que não vem.

Tiago Espírito Santo

Mojo

C

Tenso

Laca

Hey my friend
It seems your eyes are troubled
Care to share your time with me
Would you say you're feeling low and so
A good idea would be to get it off your mind

See you and me
Have a better time than most can dream
Have it better than the best
So we can pull on through
Whatever tears at us
Whatever holds us down
And if nothing can be done
We'll make the best of what's around

Turns out not where but who you're with
That really matters
And hurts not much when you're around
And if you hold on tight
To what you think is your thing
You may find you're missing all the rest

Well she ran up into the light surprised
Her arms are open
Her mind's eye is

Seeing things from a
Better side than most can dream
On a clearer road I feel
Oh you could say she's safe
Whatever tears at her
Whatever holds her down
And if nothing can be done
She'll make the best of what's around

Turns out not where but what you think
That really matters
We'll make the best of what's around

O teu sorriso...

"Os raios solares reluziam incansavelmente no alto da minha fronte e, a meus pés, havia sempre o mar a desenhar as suas estampas onduladas"

Kazuo Dan

A Importância das Pequenas Coisas

Sentido

One is not likely to achieve understanding from the explanation of another.

Takuan Soho

Centelha

Haiku

Birds singing
in the dark
—Rainy dawn.

Jack Kerouac

Suspiro

Pequena

As Sombras

Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life

Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse
When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle
And this'll help things turn out for the best...
And...

...always look on the bright side
of life...

Always look on the light side
of life...

If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing
When you're feeling in the dumps
Don't be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle
- that's the thing.
And...always look on the bright
side of life...

Come on.

Always look on the right side
of life...

For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word
You must always face the curtain
with a bow
Forget about your sin - give the
audience a grin
Enjoy it - it's your last chance
anyhow.

And always look on the bright side
of death...

a-Just before you draw your terminal breath...

Life's a piece of shit, when you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true
You'll see its just a show, people laughin as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you

And...
Always look on the bright side
of life...

Always look on the right side
of life...

C'mon Brian, cheer up

Always look on the bright side
of life...

Worse things happen at sea you know.

Always look on the bright side
of life...

I mean - what have you got to lose?
You know, you come from nothing
- you're going back to nothing.
What have you lost? Nothing.

Always look on the right side
of life...

Nothing will come from nothing ya know what they say?
Cheer up ya old bugga c'mon give us a grin!
There ya go, see!

Always look on the bright side of life...

Always look on the right side of life...

Arco

No words this time?
No words.
No, there are times when nothing can be done.
Not this time.
Is it censorship?
Is it censorship?
No, it's evaporation.
No, it's evaporation.
Is this leading somewhere?
Yes.
We're going down the lane.
Is this going somewhere?
Into the garden.
Into the backyard.
We're walking down the driveway.
Are we moving towards....
We're in the backyard.
...some transcendental moment?
It's almost light.
That's right.
That's it.
Are we moving towards some transcendental moment?
That's right.
That's it.
Do you think you'll be able to pull it off?
Yes. Do you think you can pull it off?
Yes, it might happen.
I'm all ears.
I'm all ears.
Oh the morning glory!

Hallelujah

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