Hand

Every minute of your day, every beat of your heart,
we must live with all our passion, our intensity.
Live is short, my brothers...
Everybody, everything is a giant mirror...
And takes our hand to the magic dance through the path of live.
Turn on the spark of light. It's not outside. It's NOT outside.

Greatest paradoxus

In our times, everything has been changing with an incredible speed, never seen before. Technology entered our lives and keeps accelerating faster and faster.
The challenge is how we will nourish our inner structure, our human essence. The eye that allows us to savor, to appreciate an experience. The force that makes us miss something, the source, the beginning.
This is our Jihad. And everyone has his own Jihad. And we need each other to win this battle.

Peace and Freedom

You can't separate peace from freedom because no one can be at peace unless he has his freedom.

Malcom X

Anoche cuando dormía

Anoche cuando dormía
soñé, ¡ bendita ilusión!,
que una fontana fluía
dentro de mi corazón.
Di:¿ por qué acequia escondida,
agua, vienes a mí,
manantial de nueva vida
de donde nunca bebí?

Anoche cuando dormía
soñé, ¡ bendita ilusión!,
que una colmena tenía
dentro de mi corazón;
y las doradas abejas
iban fabricando en él,
con las amarguras viejas,
blanca cera y dulce miel.

Anoche cuando dormía,
soñé, ¡ bendita ilusión!,
que un ardiente sol lucía
dentro de mi corazón.
Era ardiente porque daba
calores de rojo hogar,
y era sol porque alumbraba
y porque hacía llorar.

Anoche cuando dormía
soñé, ¡ bendita ilusión!,
que era Dios lo que tenía
dentro de mi corazón.

Antonio Machado
Poeta Sevilhano e Espanhol

pills

" Success is the ability to go from one failure to another with no loss of enthusiasm "
Churchill

" You are young, my son, and, as the years go by, time will change and even reverse many of your present opinions. Refrain therefore awhile from setting yourself up as a judge of the highest matters "
Plato

" I do nothing but go about persuading you all, old and young alike, not to take thought for your persons or your properties, but and chiefly to care about the greatest improvement of the soul. I tell you that virtue is not given by money, but that from virtue comes money and every other good of man, public as well as private. This is my teaching, and if this is the doctrine which corrupts the youth, I am a mischievous person."
Socrates

Flickr

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Another day in paradise

When the fog, mists and doubts are gone, we can relax and push the Hold on button in our usual life...
How can we keep it more and more? But in a real plenitude, understanding and sharing with the others, in the same level...
Have a nice Sunday ... Sunlightday

Por favor, obrigado e desculpa...

Tão simples...tão raras...
...atropeladas pela sobrevivência, as pessoas esquecem do " higiênico",
do respeito, o olhar nos olhos e o realmente ouvir o outro. Se relacionar...
EU,EU,EU....MEU,MEU,MEU
MÚÚÚUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
BOO!

Beauty

By www.wintech.com.pt

On the beach at night alone

On the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes and of the future.

A vast similitude interlocks all,
All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets,
All distances of place however wide,
All distances of time, all inanimate forms,
All souls, all living bodies though they be ever so different, or in different worlds,
All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes, the fishes, the brutes,
All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages,
All identities that have existed or may exist on this globe, or any globe,
All lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future,
This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann'd,
And shall forever span them and compactly hold and enclose them

Walt Whitman

Passos...

Nada é consciente em si mesmo.
A máscara do ego aprisiona e sufoca a essência. Até matá-la
Perdemos a capacidade de contemplar, de saborear cada momento, de lembrar o que somos.
A vida foi emprestada a todos apenas com um fim.
E cada um tem que descobrir isto sozinho.
Mas há outros buscadores. Que podem fazer a jornada conosco.
Voltemos os sentidos para o interior.Para o SER.
Paremos com o querer possuir. Até porque nunca possuiremos nada.
Lembremos da pureza da infância. Do maravilhar-se,da descoberta, da falta de malícia.
Da saudade.
Porém a vida nos chama.Claro.
" Estar na vida sem pertencer a ela "
Ou será que somos apenas nosso trabalho, nossos papéis sociais, nossos apegos?
Reflitamos. Acordemos. O paraíso é AQUI.AGORA!

Beauty in small pieces... by Clark litlle

The others

In some tribes in Africa, when a baby borns, he/she earns his own music as a specif energy that identifies his life expression.
During his life, when something bad happens to him, all the tribe sing his song in order to remind him exactly who is him.
And some people use to say that Africa is only a bunch of stupid people.
Imagine what a nice scene.
We have to help the others to irradiate their own light, as clean mirrors that project
different kinds of colours, shapes, expressions...