sábado, 10 de julho de 2010

EFFORTLESS..


Once Buddha was walking from one town to another town with a few of his followers. While they were traveling, they happened to pass a lake.

They stopped there and Buddha told one of his disciples, "I am thirsty. Do get me some water from that lake there. “

The disciple walked up to the lake. When he reached it, he noticed that right at that moment, a bullock cart started crossing through the lake. As a result, the water became very muddy, very turbid.

The disciple thought, "How can I give this muddy water to Buddha to drink!"

So he came back and told Buddha,

"The water in there is very muddy. I don't think it is fit to drink."

After about half an hour, again Buddha asked the same disciple to go back to the lake and get him some water to drink. The disciple obediently went back to the lake.

This time too he found that the lake was muddy.

He returned and informed Buddha about the same.

After sometime, again Buddha asked the same disciple to go back.

The disciple reached the lake to find the lake absolutely clean and clear with pure water in it.

The mud had settled down and the water above it looked fit to be had.

So he collected some water in a pot and brought it to Buddha.

Buddha looked at the water, and then he looked up at the disciple and said, “See what you did to make the water clean.

You let it be....

and the mud settled down on its own – and you got clear water.

Your mind is also like that!

When it is disturbed, just let it be.

Give it a little time. It will settle down on its own.

You don't have to put in any effort to calm it down.

It will happen. It is effortless.

sexta-feira, 21 de maio de 2010

Do you think you have family problems???

Two men met at a bar and struck up a conversation. After a while one of them said, "You think you have family problems? Listen to my situation. A few years ago I met a young widow with a grown-up daughter and we got married. Later, my father married my stepdaughter. That made my stepdaughter my stepmother, and my father became my stepson. Also, my wife became the mother-in-law of her father-in-law.
"Then the daughter of my wife, my stepmother, had a son. This boy was my half brother because he was my father's son, but he was also the son of my wife's daughter, which made him my wife's grandson. That made me the grandfather of my half brother.
"This was nothing until my wife and I had a son. Now the sister of my son, my mother-in-law, is also my grandmother. This makes my father the brother-in-law of my child, whose stepsister is my father's wife.
"I am my stepmother's brother-in-law; my wife is her own child's aunt, my son is my father's nephew and I am my own grandfather. And you think you have family problems?"

terça-feira, 27 de abril de 2010

Especial reportagem: Filhos separados do pai

Após o divórcio, a mágoa e o rancor da separação resultam muitas vezes numa guerra dasmulheres para privarem o pai dos filhos. O fenómeno chama-se alienação parental e tem como objectivo manipular um filho para odiar o pai.





Nota
À excepção da ex-mulher do pai Fernando Sequeira (pode vê-lo em 'Mais Testemunhos') nenhuma das outras mães quis falar com o Expresso. Todas foram, insistentemente, contactadas.


terça-feira, 6 de abril de 2010

Life



















Life is a pilgrimage to nowhere, from nowhere to nowhere. And between these two nowheres is the now-here. Nowhere consists of two words: now, here.Between these two nowheres is the now-here. OSHO

quinta-feira, 1 de abril de 2010

No-Thought for the Day

















There is no heaven and there is no hell. They are not geographical, they are part of your psychology. They are psychological. To live the life of spontaneity, truth, love, beauty is to live in heaven. To live the life of hypocrisy, lies, compromises,to live according to others, is to live in hell. To live in freedom is heaven, and to live in bondage is hell. Osho

domingo, 17 de janeiro de 2010

Isabel Allende conta histórias de paixão.

THE TEMPERATURE OF MARRIAGE


















Wedding Day - one hundred degrees. Feverish.
Jimmy: "My own sweetie sugarpie."
Judy: "My own darling honeybunch." One day later - fifty degrees. Hot.
Jimmy: "My own precious."
Judy: "My own love." Two days later - twenty-five degrees. Warm.
Jimmy: "Dearest."
Judy: "Dearie." Three days later - fifteen degrees. Tepid.
Jimmy: "Sweetheart."
Judy: "Dear." Four days later - five degrees. Cool.
Jimmy: "Judith."
Judy: "James." Five days later - zero degrees. Very cool.
Jimmy: "Madam!."
Judy: "Sir!" Six days later - below freezing. Icy.
Jimmy: "Bitch!"
Judy: "Bastard!"










On the seventh day - minus twenty degrees! Very cold.
Jimmy: "GET LOST!" - Pow!
Judy: "FUCK YOU!" - Crash! Two days after the storm - meltdown.
Jimmy: "Oh Judy, OH! OH! OH!"
Judy: "Ah Jimmy, AH! AH! AH!"

sábado, 16 de janeiro de 2010

Sexo a três

Num bar, um sujeito encontra uma bela morena, amiga da sua mulher.
Ela chega toda insinuante, e diz:
- Posso fazer uma pergunta?
- Claro!
- Fazer sexo a três está entre as suas fantasias?
E ele, empolgado, exclama:
- Clarooooo!!!!
A morena esclarece:
- Então, corre para casa que talvez ainda chegues a tempo...

Frank Feldman




















A man walks out to the street and catches a taxi just
going by. He gets into the taxi, and the cabbie says,

"Perfect timing. You're just like Frank.

Passenger: 'Who?'

Cabbie: "Frank Feldman. He's a guy who did everything
right all the time. Like my coming along when you
needed a cab, things happened like that to Frank
Feldman every single time."

Passenger: "There are always a few clouds over
everybody."

Cabbie: "Not Frank Feldman He was a terrific athlete.
He could have won the Grand-Slam at tennis. He could
golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and
danced like a Broadway star and you should have heard
him play the piano. He was an amazing guy."

Passenger: "Sounds like he was something really
special."

Cabbie: "There's more... He had a memory like a computer.
He remembered everybody's birthday. He knew all about
wine, which foods to order and which fork to eat them
with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse,
and the whole street blacks out. But Frank Feldman, he
could do everything right."

Passenger: "Wow, some guy then."

Cabbie: "He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic
and avoid traffic jams. Not like me, I always seem to get
stuck in them. But Frank, he never made a mistake, and
he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel
good. He would never answer her back even if she was
in the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate,
shoes highly polished too. He was the perfect man! He
never made a mistake. No one could ever measure up to
Frank Feldman."

Passenger: "An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?"

Cabbie: "Well, I never actually met Frank. He died. . . .
I'm married to his widow."