tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304026942024-03-07T08:46:52.496+00:00PIM - PU - NÊTAPITÁ PITÁ PITUCHA? Wisdom begins in (to) wonder - Minds are like books: they only work when they're open. PLIM!Dartacãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804974823188953693noreply@blogger.comBlogger133125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30402694.post-46468133226807594942013-09-21T23:49:00.001+01:002013-09-21T23:49:09.414+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Se vejo sombra é porque diante, à frente ou atrás, do objecto há luz. E se o objecto for eu e não vislumbrar a luz que reflicto mas que, em parte, me trespassa? E se, visto de cima, eu for sempre metade luz e metade sombra, mas os meus olhos virem diferentes ângulos, entre 0 e 180º de sombra ou luz, complementares, consoante me vou virando na tábua bidimensional dos 360º, mais ou menos encarando a fonte luminosa? E se eu tiver a força de me lembrar que também sou tridimensional e que visto de cima sou metade luz, metade sombra? E que, consoante me viro, posso ver mais ou menos luz que não só reflicto, mas também integro, e assim, mesmo no ângulo bidimensional completo dos 180º da sombra continuar a receber e reflectir luz, ainda que não a veja atrás? Logo, sou feito da mesma luz que recebo e me projecta, mesmo quando tenho os olhos apenas virados para o escuro.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">O mesmo princípio no objecto em que viajo: ao girar, vai variando meridionalmente nos lugares de luz e sombra, porque apenas um sol o ilumina, mas mantendo sempre as suas metades complementarmente coexistentes. Sem me movimentar, terei a Terra a fazer por mim, com mais evidência nos pólos, o tic-tac do jogo luz-sombra, em movimento constante.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mas... E se subir e subir para um sítio onde existe mais do que um sol à minha volta, fazendo com que a luz incidente de um em mim projecte a sua sombra na luz de outro, transmutando-a novamente em luz sem que chegue sequer a ser sombra? </span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E se o objecto que eu sou for um prisma que refracta a luz branca nas cores do arco-íris? E que, consoante o ângulo da luz que me incide, sou mais ou menos azul, verde, amarelo, laranja, vermelho, violeta ou índigo?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">E se eu tiver outros objectos que, através da sua face luminosa, projectem em mim a luz e as cores que recebem, são, refractem e reflectem? Cada um evidenciará em mim uma parte do seu espectro, diferentes cores refractadas em consequência do ângulo da luz que os atinge, conforme estão posicionados. Serão essas as cores que verão ao vislumbrar-me, ou possivelmente a mistura decorrente da intersecção de espectros refractados por outros prismas circundantes.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E se eu poder escolher esses objectos e os que me rodeiam? E se todos decidirmos projectar as nossas luzes e cores uns nos outros, e não as nossas sombras, em diferentes ângulos complementares? Como se à volta da Terra houvesse mais do que um sol e o dia fosse uma constante em todos os lugares. Penso que todas as sombras seriam transmutadas em luz. Mas daríamos o mesmo valor à luz? Ou damos mais valor à luz ou à sombra, porque de uma delas temos que abdicar? Afinal, as escolha que fazemos, que só existem por causa das coexistências, são glorificadas por acontecerem em prol de bens maiores. E são maiores porque outros bens existem, mas para nós, menores, embora igualmente grandiosos para afirmar e enaltecer o que somos, já que sem eles não teríamos escolhas. O que seríamos sem elas? Alguma coisa? Esta é a fonte do amor incondicional: percebermos que só somos luz porque há sombra ou que somos sombra porque há luz.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Obrigado a todos que, embora aqui em baixo, incidem diferentes ângulos da sua luz em mim, lembrando-me cada cor que sou e que a minha sombra pode ser temporária e metamorfoseada em luz. Mas, acima de tudo, por me lembrarem que é possível trazer aquele sítio de lá de cima, onde há apenas luz à minha volta, cá abaixo, permitindo-me viver na luminosidade e assim evitar a fotofobia de quando se vive constantemente às apalpadelas no escuro. Obrigado aos que continuam a projectar-me a sua luz na sombra das minhas costas e na sombra de outros em mim. Obrigado também aos que projectam mais da sua sombra do que da sua luz em mim, pois fazem-me lembrar que prefiro a claridade à escuridão.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sem vocês, não veria as cores e luz que sou cá em baixo. Sem vocês, não me aperceberia que, até aqui, posso ser apenas luz, bastando escolher quem projecta a sua luz em mim em diferentes ângulos. São vocês o farol que, sem me decidirem o caminho, ajudam-me a vislumbrar aquele que quero seguir, especialmente quando estou perdido no escuro. Sem vocês não poderia regressar a casa sem viajar na vertical. Afinal, a minha terra do nunca pode ser aqui e agora.</span>
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Dartacãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804974823188953693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30402694.post-13900231266603980162013-09-21T23:24:00.000+01:002013-09-21T23:39:14.663+01:00<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Prefiro amar-te medroso a deixar-te por medos </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">A desistir que seja por razões em vez de receios </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Mas amar-te sem razões </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Trazendo-te em mim </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Levando-me tu em ti </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Somos dois </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Um e o todo </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Condensamo-nos aqui </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">E evaporamo-nos além </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Parando o tempo... </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">E intersectando todo o espaço </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Em êxtase simbiótico </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">De amor acima dos limites </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Que simplesmente surge </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Amor por amor </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Livre de artefactos </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Solto no fluir de acontecer </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Na sustentável leveza do ser </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Amor mais ausente de explicações do que presente delas </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">O caminho? </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Faz-se caminhando </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Os medos? </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">São o sal dissolvendo-se na existência </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">E as razões trampolins mais invisíveis do que visíveis </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Na transcendência orgânica </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Vida em cor de rosa que desce do infinito </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Que somos </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Eu, tu, nós </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Do começo ao fim </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Porque não somos de ontem </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Nem de hoje ou amanhã </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Somos sem razões e com cada vez menos medos </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">A cada subtracção </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Mais um degrau somado </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Na direcção do amor maior de todos </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Multiplicando-nos sempre </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">A cada passo no que somos e queremos ser </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Fazendo História em vez de estórias </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Mas... Se me deixares ir por medos </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Bato o pé </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Porque o amor é o escudo e arma contra eles </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Metamorfoseando-os </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Ainda que os abranja </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Porque o amor </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">O maior de todos </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">(no fundo, um pleonasmo) </span><br />
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">É Tudo!</span><br />
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<br />Dartacãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804974823188953693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30402694.post-44854563809741559902013-04-03T21:59:00.000+01:002013-04-03T21:59:18.964+01:00<br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">I know these days have been hard<br />And when we think<br />They have been hard enough<br />They become even more challenging<br />But when I think of the future<br />And I don´t know what it holds for us<br />I know I would love you to hold me<br />Softening tough days<br />And to hold you<br />Making winter into summer<br />While stopping the clock<br />And transmuting silence to music<br />So we could hold the future for us.<br />I don´t even know if you like me<br />In a similar way I am falling for you<br />Although I don´t know you well<br />And all the time to spend together<br />Is now only in my mind<br />And its willingness palpitating melodically<br />Through my heart in the air<br />And despite all these knows and don´t knows<br />May sound odd<br />I thought you would be happier<br />To know that I know you make me happier<br />Just because I finally know you do exist.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;">That's courage</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333969116211px; line-height: 17.98611068725586px;"><br />When you land and smile<br />Just because of landing<br />That's hope<br /><br />When you follow your feelings for someone<br />And not someone<br />That's freedom<br /><br />When you wait days just for one call<br />And your heart smiles when you receive it<br />That's spontaneity<br /><br />When your open eyes see gray<br />And your closed eyes glimpse a kaleidoscope<br />That's dreaming<br /><br />Following a dream without catching it<br />And still being straight up on the curves<br />That's a warrior<br /><br />When you get a fulfilled day<br />After weeks of absence<br />That's intemporality<br /><br />When you don't touch who sleeps with you<br />So they will sleep with you again<br />That's respect<br /><br />When you still like<br />Despite the rational reasons to run away<br />That's unconditional<br /><br />When you can not explain why you love someone<br />You just love<br />That's simplicity<br /><br />When courage, hope<br />Freedom, spontaneity,<br />Intemporality, dreaming,<br />Warrior, respect,<br />Uncondition and simplicity<br />Are the letters of one word<br />Well, that word is love<br />But love is just love<br />Even when it is only for yourself<br />And life pushes you away<br />Because one love moment lasts forever<br />Even though you don't want to make it life anymore<br />It is always a reachable state of mind<br />Whenever, however, wherever<br />Since you dared to live it!</span>Dartacãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804974823188953693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30402694.post-25085692858231007962012-06-20T04:04:00.003+01:002012-06-20T04:04:24.570+01:00<span style="background-color: black; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Can anyone tell me if there is any virus around infecting brains? Can anyone get me the antiviral? Anyway, I would like to present you my 'be a jerk' manifest. I am glad I'm a jerk because we jerks try to talk, understand and sort things out without offending. We jerks believe in good. We jerks respect others without disrespecting ourselves. We jerks keep our values even when we loose and we don't become arrogant when we win. We jerks are brave to follow our dreams. So I hope you are a jerk too because jerks make this world better. We need more jerks. Be a jerk! Please.</span></span>Dartacãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804974823188953693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30402694.post-92039295861366215522012-06-12T04:03:00.000+01:002012-06-12T04:10:05.318+01:00<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">How I was when I was 19... I am glad I still am those words, although in different poems and writings as clouds and tracks of poetry left in the air of the world and streets of life: </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">ANTHEM TO LOVE</span><br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;" /><br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">A ballad given rithm by my chest</span><br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;" /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">echoes my soul and hatches these signs<br />that are the highest pitch<br />of this melody orchestrated by my senses.<br /><br />Those first words, that first eye contact,<br />dive, sigh, touch, hug, kiss, night...<br />They are the authentic musical notes<br />composing this chord called love.<br /><br />It is the treble clef assigning<br />the tone, independent of the time,<br />to each musical note dancing in this winding stave.<br /><br />Oh deafs for love, the heart is<br />composer, conductor and Universal instrument!</span></span></span><span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Devour music! Live! Don't merely exist!</span></span><br />
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<br /> Voce desagua em mim e eu Oceano... Esqueco que amar e' quase uma dor.'<br /><br />
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<br />Dartacãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804974823188953693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30402694.post-87470976708971924222012-03-19T12:04:00.000+00:002012-03-19T12:04:08.617+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/MqoANESQ4cQ?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">The human being becoming bird and eternal beyond the clouds... The human who, after writting his future, saw the stars and the lighthouse last night and vanished into the Universe. Because people tend to think they are weaker if they show their feelings. I tell you, today I know we are much stronger when we do it! Shame is not expressing ourselves and giving up! More than shame that is less happiness (not to say sadness). That is wasting a great opportunity of embracing this life. Because you will live more lifes but <b>this one you will live only once, now...</b></span><b> </b></span></span>Dartacãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804974823188953693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30402694.post-88035847668244330322012-03-19T10:35:00.005+00:002012-03-22T02:19:03.234+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">18 + 3 + 12 = 33</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Day awakened foggy</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">I recharged my hope stores at the gloomy beach</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Wind was digging the sand underneath my roots<br />
Waves were dramatically playing the soundtrack<br />
My pulse was the maestro setting the pace<br />
I kept climbing the wild hill<br />
Away from the cement steps<br />
(there is always a lighthouse at the top)<br />
My clothes were being torn by clouds' tears<br />
My feet getting feathers and my arms wide open<br />
As I went further up the hill, naked and barefoot<br />
The sky behind the fog was happily blue<br />
And the Sun was there smiling.<br />
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When I became silly<br />
I turned myself happier<br />
When happierness tuned my colours<br />
I wasn't affraid of dying<br />
When I got fearless of death<br />
I became free<br />
I could truly live<br />
When I truly lived<br />
I loved from the soul<br />
And I didn't want to die.<br />
Either way I took off my clothes<br />
I walked beyond the clouds<br />
Was up lifted and warmed by the Sun<br />
Vanished into the infinity<br />
Found my home and became eternal.<br />
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(18 + 3 + 12 = 33)<br />
(33 = 11 + 11 + 11)<br />
(11 : 11 = 1)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Point zero.<br />
The eyes are the mirror of the soul<br />
Mine might be suspended in the air<br />
They still stare beyond the horizon.<br />
Skies' crying cleans souls' dust, sadness is not hopelessness.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Point zero.<br />
Even damaged clocks are right at least once a day,<br />
It feels so good when human time is stopped<br />
By letting us float freely in the neutral gravity of the Universe<br />
Where all is nothing and nothing is all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Point zero.<br />
I might bend down, but I don't get broken by falling<br />
Because I am a leo, a taurus, a virgo<br />
And a rainbow warrior making his wonderland<br />
With love arrows and bubbles of smiles.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Point zero.<br />
A round number of transition, between minus and plus,<br />
Sadness and happiness, darkness and light,<br />
Pause and dance, fear and love...<br />
The defining point of cycles and symmetries, of what it is...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Point zero.<br />
"I died as a mineral and became a plant<br />
I died as animal and became man,<br />
What fear I then as I cannot diminish by dying?"<br />
Die, reborn, defy, reinvent yoursef!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Calm, but vibrant...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Point...?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;">Una palabra no dice nada<br />
y al mismo tiempo lo esconde todo<br />
igual que el viento que esconde el agua<br />
como las flores que esconde el lodo.<br />
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Una mirada no dice nada<br />
y al mismo tiempo lo dice todo<br />
como la lluvia sobre tu cara<br />
o el viejo mapa de algun tesoro.<br />
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Una verdad no dice nada<br />
y al mismo tiempo lo esconde todo<br />
como una hoguera que no se apaga<br />
como una piedra que nace polvo.<br />
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Si un dia me faltas no sere nada<br />
y al mismo tiempo lo sere todo<br />
porque en tus ojos estan mis alas<br />
y esta la orilla donde me ahogo,<br />
porque en tus ojos estan mis alas<br />
y esta la orilla donde me ahogo.</span></span></span>Dartacãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804974823188953693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30402694.post-36668389267242774732011-04-16T11:09:00.000+01:002011-04-16T11:09:25.933+01:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Sou epiléptico, porque por vezes tenho soluços mentais, mas até os relógios avariados estão certos pelo menos uma vez por dia...</span>Dartacãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804974823188953693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30402694.post-45749194310206620372011-03-18T05:48:00.002+00:002011-03-18T05:56:41.537+00:00<div><div>Perguntaram ao Dalai Lama:</div><div>'O que mais te surpreende na humanidade?'</div><div><br /></div><div>Ele respondeu:</div><div>'Os Homens...</div><div>Porque perdem a saúde para ganhar dinheiro e depois perdem dinheiro para recuperar a saúde.</div><div>E por pensarem ansiosamente no futuro, esquecem-se do presente de tal forma que acabam por não viver nem o presente nem o futuro.</div><div>E vivem como se nunca fossem morrer... E morrem como se nunca tivessem vivido'.</div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieCdvltQTyoTmeEPWIlLnfKhb8J9nsOOfoPpF_FMHHQFPEYRxcGfUQj0BnhVi32RrrUQoNGbsHscZGMQ42oFcATI5oop4dyF8nmV1p6ap2yHmLpGMkDLbtYNxHREcSKf0v899e/s1600/IMG_3422.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieCdvltQTyoTmeEPWIlLnfKhb8J9nsOOfoPpF_FMHHQFPEYRxcGfUQj0BnhVi32RrrUQoNGbsHscZGMQ42oFcATI5oop4dyF8nmV1p6ap2yHmLpGMkDLbtYNxHREcSKf0v899e/s320/IMG_3422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585294609913709826" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>Dartacãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804974823188953693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30402694.post-73452230864176988132010-12-19T01:54:00.001+00:002010-12-19T01:59:26.139+00:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >O que mais preocupa não é o grito dos violentos, nem dos corruptos, nem dos desonestos, nem dos sem carácter, nem dos sem ética. O que mais preocupa é o silêncio dos bons.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span lang="DE-CH"></span></span><span lang="PT" style="font-size: medium; "><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Martin Luther King</span></div></span></span></div>Dartacãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804974823188953693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30402694.post-46205019846230595992010-11-11T23:59:00.001+00:002010-11-12T00:02:30.950+00:00<div style="text-align: justify;">Todos os humanos têm os seus mecanismos de descarga emocional. Há quem lhes dê para a urticária, há quem lhes dê para ter palpitações, há até quem tenha desmaios e soluços. E há aqueles que precisam de uma sanita. Merda, já devia ter percebido antes a metáfora por detrás disto: 'caga'! Caga e liberta-te desses efeitos de correlação e causalidade. E eis uma dualidade interessante: correlação e causalidade... Faz lembrar a chave na ignição e o funcionamento do carro. A chave é apenas parte da correlação. Se algo é a causalidade, somos nós. Por isso, temos a capacidade de... Cagar! E chega de conversa de... Merda!</div>Dartacãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804974823188953693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30402694.post-32382252556254083482010-11-04T08:49:00.007+00:002010-11-04T08:54:48.510+00:00<span class="Apple-style-span"><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Por entre as linhas desta pauta, arranho os céus, paro os ponteiros do relógio, lembro-me que respiro... No lar eterno do amor e da amizade, construído a partir das fundações e não do telhado, cujas portas dão para o jardim onde nos tornamos pó e do pó nascem as sementes mãe das árvores tão velhas quanto nós... E oiço,</span></span></span></span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"> oiço e volto a ouvir estas notas e arranho e arranho os céus e volto a... Evaporar-me por todo o Universo, em liquidez que paira. Simplesmente paira. No ar.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h3><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div></span><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QB0ordd2nOI?fs=1&hl=pt_PT"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QB0ordd2nOI?fs=1&hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Dartacãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804974823188953693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30402694.post-70421355679951474092010-07-17T08:27:00.000+01:002010-07-17T08:28:52.704+01:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; "><span class="maintext" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ela canta, pobre ceifeira,<br />Julgando-se feliz talvez;<br />Canta, e ceifa, e a sua voz, cheia<br />De alegre e anônima viuvez,<br /><br />Ondula como um canto de ave<br />No ar limpo como um limiar,<br />E há curvas no enredo suave<br />Do som que ela tem a cantar.<br /><br />Ouvi-la alegra e entristece,<br />Na sua voz há o campo e a lida,<br />E canta como se tivesse<br />Mais razões pra cantar que a vida.<br /><br />Ah, canta, canta sem razão!<br />O que em mim sente ‘stá pensando.<br />Derrama no meu coração a tua incerta voz ondeando!<br /><br />Ah, poder ser tu, sendo eu!<br />Ter a tua alegre inconsciência,<br />E a consciência disso! Ó céu!<br />Ó campo! Ó canção! A ciência<br /><br />Pesa tanto e a vida é tão breve!<br />Entrai por mim dentro!<br />Tornai Minha alma a vossa sombra leve!<br />Depois, levando-me, passai!<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Fernando Pessoa, in </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Cancioneiro</span></i></span></span>Dartacãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804974823188953693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30402694.post-23385206256285366982010-05-08T10:18:00.000+01:002010-05-08T10:40:28.356+01:00<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDCh7pb2Jj0&hl=pt_PT&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDCh7pb2Jj0&hl=pt_PT&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Dartacãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804974823188953693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30402694.post-89263476956047989052010-03-19T04:42:00.004+00:002010-03-19T06:20:07.686+00:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">HIERARQUIA</span></b></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMXJpO6FP-VdoPr9M2zQSLbAQWFi_ptKBmYYpzYvZWMcPg7S1zi6Nywjw5fMEOEMggKgMgANHEpWJTl_wEEO3cnX7bKjrI-LTKFx_mWvkQI5_0KiFDqKTk0fh8s-2eL6TX-8Ua/s1600-h/Definition_de_la_Hierarchie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMXJpO6FP-VdoPr9M2zQSLbAQWFi_ptKBmYYpzYvZWMcPg7S1zi6Nywjw5fMEOEMggKgMgANHEpWJTl_wEEO3cnX7bKjrI-LTKFx_mWvkQI5_0KiFDqKTk0fh8s-2eL6TX-8Ua/s320/Definition_de_la_Hierarchie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450201190218221234" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">in </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b>www.devaneiosdesintericos.blogspot.com</b>, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">cujo fundador é uma amizade com quase 16 anos. Bem hajas, amigo.</span></div><div></div>Dartacãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804974823188953693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30402694.post-77953284263551969272010-03-19T03:45:00.001+00:002010-03-19T03:48:38.189+00:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Detesto escrever. Adoro ter escrito.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Dorothy Parker</span></span></div>Dartacãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804974823188953693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30402694.post-48676149422141858302010-03-19T03:41:00.000+00:002010-03-19T03:45:00.701+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkIhL97U1rQC6Y-wVtpBKHMFz6bRt_lBRaw3RCF7BouBGlMWXD41vkxmJQRp0457JYsl7LyRZoXSpAR5Lraz2W-Iy_vsG8xXSkrb5RlJK-U9kJx8dSr-67VcVDw9ziDgGVz-eG/s1600-h/IMG_1967.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkIhL97U1rQC6Y-wVtpBKHMFz6bRt_lBRaw3RCF7BouBGlMWXD41vkxmJQRp0457JYsl7LyRZoXSpAR5Lraz2W-Iy_vsG8xXSkrb5RlJK-U9kJx8dSr-67VcVDw9ziDgGVz-eG/s400/IMG_1967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450185776278949730" /></a>Dartacãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804974823188953693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30402694.post-36811247834821725352010-03-18T07:07:00.002+00:002010-03-18T07:10:29.338+00:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>PEREGRINAÇÃO</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A peregrinação é misticismo extrovertido, tal como o misticismo é a peregrinação introvertida.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Anónimo</span></span></div>Dartacãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09804974823188953693noreply@blogger.com0