Ser poeta

Ser poeta é ser mais alto, é ser maior
Do que os homens! Morder como quem beija!
É ser mendigo e dar como quem seja
Rei do Reino de Aquém e de Além Dor!

É ter de mil desejos o esplendor
E não saber sequer que se deseja!
É ter cá dentro um astro que flameja,
É ter garras e asas de condor!

É ter fome, é ter sede de Infinito!
Por elmo, as manhãs de oiro e de cetim...
É condensar o mundo num só grito! 

E é amar-te, assim, perdidamente...
É seres alma, e sangue, e vida em mim
E dizê-lo cantando a toda a gente!

Florbela Espanca

Onde anda você

Eugénio de Andrade

Clica na Imagem

“Passamos pelas coisas sem as ver,
gastos, como animais envelhecidos:
se alguém chama por nós não respondemos,
se alguém nos pede amor não estremecemos,
como frutos de sombra sem sabor,
vamos caindo ao chão, apodrecidos.”

Quando for Grande

quero estar aqui com a minha namorada...

hmmm

Uau

Namastê

Endless Love

I want to see God

There was a Sufi fakir known for his wisdom. The king of his country came to visit him. The king said, "I am thirsty for God; I want to see God. Please help me." The fakir asked him to visit him the next day, and the king came again. The fakir told him, "Now you have to live with me for a week. Take this begging bowl in your hand and go every day into the adjoining villages to beg alms from house to house. After begging, return to this place, where you will get your meals and a place to rest. And then on the eighth day we will discuss God." The king was in a fix. He had to go begging in his own kingdom, from his own subjects, which seemed such an arduous and embarrassing task. So he asked for the fakir's permission to go begging outside his kingdom, but the fakir refused him with a curt warning, "If you cannot go begging, it is better you return to your palace right now, and never come to me again to talk about God." After some hesitation the king ultimately decided to live with the fakir for a week. And for a week he was on the streets of his own city with a beggar's bowl in his hand, visiting the houses of his own subjects, asking for alms. After seven days the fakir sent for him and said, "Now you can ask about God." The king said, "I now have nothing to ask. I had never dreamed I would find God only after a week's begging." Then the fakir asked what had happened in the course of the begging. The king said, "Just a week's begging destroyed my ego; it is now nowhere. I had never thought that I would attain as a beggar what I had never had as a king." The moment humility is born, the door to the divine opens.

Don't betray yourself.

An authentically religious man is an individual. 

He is alone, and in his aloneness there is great beauty, great splendor. 

I teach you that aloneness. 

I teach you the beauty, and the grandeur, and the fragrance of aloneness. 

In your aloneness you will reach to the heights of Everest. 

In your aloneness you will be able to touch the farthest star. 

In your aloneness you will blossom to your total potential. 

Never become a believer, 

never become a follower, 

never become a part of any organization,

never become a part of any religion,

never become a part of any nation.

Remain authentically true to yourself.

Don't betray yourself.

OshO

Bodhidharma: The Greatest Zen Master, #10 

In Love

Nunca te Olvides

Sonhos

de conseguir

de estar

Without Love There Is Nothing

"Ray Charles"

Steve Jobs Stanford Commencement Speech 2005

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

Como vai você ...

Obrigado

When A Man Loves A Woman

Porta, Entrada, Passagem

Nocturne "Secret Garden"

Uma musica que gosto...

Wear sunscrean

Teri Ore

Ouvi esta musica durante muitos dias, até comprei o disco , e só hoje li o o significado das palavras...

dil kho gaya, ho gaya kisi ka..,

I have lost my heart, it became someone's

ab raasta mil gaya, khushi ka..

now i get the way of happiness

aankhon mein hai khwab sa, kisi ka..

there is dream in my eyes, of someone

ab raasta mil gaya, khushi ka..

now i get the way of happiness

rishta naya rabba, dil chu raha hai,

the new relationship, o God, is touching my heart/soul

kheeche mujhe koi dore, teri ore..

some thread is pulling me, towards you....

teri ore, teri ore, teri ore, hai rabba..teri ore, teri ore, teri ore

towards you, towards you, towards you, o god..... towards you, towards you.....

teri ore, teri ore, teri ore, hai rabba..teri ore, teri ore, teri ore

towards you, towards you, towards you, o god..... towards you, towards you.....

khulti fizaein, khulti ghatayein,

the opening/blooming atmosphere, the open sky

sar pe naya hai aasamaan,

there is new sky over my head

chaaro dishayein, hass ke bulaye,

the four directions are calling me with smile

yu sab hue hai meharbaan..

like this everyone has become kind to me

haaan..hume to yahi rabba, kasam se pata hai

but o god, i know only this by swear

dil pe nahi, koi zor, koi zor

that there is no control on my heart

teri ore, teri ore, teri ore, hai rabba..teri ore, teri ore, teri ore

towards you, towards you, towards you, o god..... towards you, towards you.....

teri ore, teri ore, teri ore, hai rabba..teri ore, teri ore, teri ore

towards you, towards you, towards you, o god..... towards you, towards you.....

ek heer thi aur tha ek raanjha, kehte hai mere gaon mein,

there was one Heer and one Raanjha, there was tale in my town

sacha ho dil to.., sau mushkilen ho, jhukta naseeba pao mein..,

even if there are hundreads of problems, the fate falls on your feet (the fate falls in your favor) if the heart is true

ho ho..aanchal tera rabba, falak ban gaya hai

your covering/kindness, o god has become the sky for me

ab iska nahi, koi ore, koi chore

now there is no start and end of it (love)

teri ore, teri ore, teri ore, hai rabba..teri ore, teri ore, teri ore

towards you, towards you, towards you, o god..... towards you, towards you.....

teri ore, teri ore, teri ore, hai rabba..teri ore, teri ore, teri ore

towards you, towards you, towards you, o god..... towards you, towards you.....

dil kho gaya, ho gaya kisi ka..,

I have lost my heart, it became someone's

ab raasta mil gaya, khushi ka..

now i get the way of happiness

aankhon mein hai khwab sa, kisi ka..

there is dream in my eyes, of someone

ab raasta mil gaya, khushi ka..

now i get the way of happiness

rishta naya rabba, dil chu raha hai,

the new relationship o God, is touching my heart

kheeche mujhe koi dore, teri ore..

some thread is pulling me, towards you....

teri ore, teri ore, teri ore, hai rabba..teri ore, teri ore, teri ore

towards you, towards you, towards you, o god..... towards you, towards you.....

A India

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