Thursday, December 31, 2015

O que eu quero do ano novo? / What do I want for myself in the new year?

O que eu quero do ano novo? 

Quero clareza de espírito, quero a leveza da alma, quero o conciliar das dúvidas, das incertezas. Quero o coração calmo. Quero ser eu mesma, quero olhar para dentro e saber quem eu sou, a cada instante. Quero caminhar firme, quero acreditar que sigo o rumo que devo seguir. Quero confiar no universo, em mim. Quero luz, quero paixão  quero amor, quero aconchego e colo amigo. Quero me dar colo e dizer para mim que tudo vai ficar bem. Quero harmonia, saúde, equilíbrio, paz! Quero para mim e quero para você também! Feliz ano novo! 

What do I want for myself in the new year? 

I want clarity of the espirit, lightness of the soul. I want the reconciliation of doubts, of uncertainties. I want a calm heart. I want to be myself, I want to look inside and know who I am, at every instant. I want to walk firmly, I want to believe that I'm following the path I'm supposed to walk. I want to trust the Universe, myself. I want light, I want passion, I want love. I want the warmth of friends. I want to embrace myself and tell me it will all be ok. I want harmony, health, balance, peace! I want it all for me and for you as well! Happy New Year! 



Sunday, December 27, 2015

Espiral

Saber onde começou
Lembrar o que principiou
A gente sabe
A gente lembra

Sem a menor ideia 
de onde vai parar
A gente sente
Sem saber sequer 
se quer que pare

Segue a espiral
Seguimos nós
Voltas rodopiantes
Um aparente mesmo lugar
Que não é o mesmo
Não somos os mesmos

Subimos a espiral
Passamos pelos mesmos pontos
As mesmas perguntas
Diferentes respostas 
A espiral gira, sobe, continua 
Mas não sabemos
Nunca adivinhamos
Onde vai parar



A leaf

What a relief!
In the end
What's left
Is a leaf

Sunday, December 20, 2015

A way to Paradise

We surrender
We submit 
To the energy of life 
The electrical current
Running through
Head to toes

We feel 
Both
The urgency
The burning 
of the bodies
The bliss 
of  the souls 

Meeting
At another dimension
No good, no evil 
Satisfied
Suspended
Us 
Finding our way 
to Paradise




Monday, December 14, 2015

Soap Bubble

Always a soap bubble 
All floating dreams' colors  
In a perfect round transparency
There's an unopened window 
in every soap bubble 

Away it floats the bubble
Thinner and thinner it gets
Every passing nanosecond 
Vanishing in the air
Until pop goes the bubble
And  pop goes me




Tuesday, December 8, 2015

When the little things did not light up my day

I walk every day the same path to work. What makes it different are the little things I see along the way, leaves and flowers fallen off trees, diligent ants, bits and pieces of things someone dropped unknowingly. I take photographs of these things I find and they become distorted versions of themselves, different lights, shapes, hues.  A sort of magic operates on them. The little things become great. 

Today, I could not find beauty in the little things along the path I walk everyday. Today, they did not manage to catch my eye, to uplift my spirit. They were there and I'm not saying I didn't see them. I did, but they did not glow, they did not stand out. Maybe it's because I see my country in a difficult situation, politicians and their dirty alliances preventing lives to grow into their full splendor. The stealing of public money, the closing of schools, of libraries, the threat to democratic institutions. People defending their own needs not thinking they can never survive alone. All very disappointing! 

And so you look at the world and you see the same, rich countries facing similar situations, their people defending the same "me first!" ideologies. Bad Joke Trump as a candidate to the presidency of the United States makes you wonder what sort of a dark age should the world prepare itself to face. Christians defending the right to use guns against the others and refusing to open the doors to Middle East refugees, families fleeing war zones, children included, our brothers and sisters in the true spirit of Christianism. Something is truly wrong with this world we live in. Bombing in Syria, terrorism in Paris and the brilliant solution to bomb everything further so there will be no more terrorism. We seem to never learn. 

So, today, the little things did not light up my day. They did not make me stop my slow pensive march to work to contemplate their beauty. They were there, but they did not shine out of the grayness of it all. They did not! Maybe it is because Christmas is coming up and I fail to see Christmas in the world. Maybe it's because "t'is the season to be jolly", but I don't feel jolly at all. It seems I'm hanging upside down, held by a really thin thread that might break at any moment and have me fall on my head.

But what is left for one to do, if not to start with the little things? Hope again for strength and hope to see the beauty in them tomorrow.  Work the beauty and the goodness of the world in the daily small activities, in the smiles to be shared, in the seriousness of  commitments, in the truthfulness of love. Hope to find beauty in the little things once more, to spread them, to choose the side of the weak even when walking among the strong, to be kind and true, to not hide behind accommodation. Recognize that some days you cannot be touched by the beauty of the little things, but never give up on them. 

Monday, December 7, 2015

Brief ponderation on time

There is never time. There are children, laughing, running, getting their knees scratched, crying. There are bills to pay, news to watch and things to say while we take big bites of beef and fries. Things started and not finished, sentences left incomplete. And their incompleteness hovers above my head and haunts me and wakes me up from my counted hours of sleep and I pick a pen and a piece of paper on the nightstand, and I pick up the IPad at the grocery's line, or a napkin at the ice cream parlor and I fill in the blanks with the words of our dreams with the delicacy of the love that once was and I continue the writing of the bits of our lives. I pick them up where we left them and I choose the words that will keep them infinite.

Sunday, December 6, 2015

Anywhere, anyone

Sometimes you'd like 
To be anywhere else
But where you are

You wish 
You were
Anyone else 
But who you are

Roots 
Hold you down
Choices 
Tie you up 
Immobility,
The only option

Life runs a river
Life flows steadily
Quick I t moves  
What's on the way
It takes 

By the river
You stand 
You watch it
You can't find yourself

You're there
You're not there
You're gone