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A maioria das imagens deste blogue foram retiradas da Internet. Se algum(a) autor(a) se sentir lesado(a), peço por favor que me faça saber para que retifique a situação. Grata.

Sunday, 10 July 2016

Poema: A Nêspera - Mário Henrique Leiria

Era uma vez uma nêspera
que estava parada, calada
sentada à beira da estrada
a ver o que acontecia.

Veio uma velha e disse:
Olha uma nêspera!
E zás, comeu-a.

É o que acontece às nêsperas
que ficam paradas, caladas,
sentadas à beira da estrada
a ver o que acontece.

For all that I can see


Alone
Amongst the crowd
Another ride
On the merry-go-round
Enchanted dream
An angel dancing on a cloud
A quartet of strings
Playing on the background
The ride comes to a halt
Content feet grace the ground
As 
one 
walks the trail
As part of a God-given sound
Copyright ©2006 Celia M. Paulo

The things one says

Not to betray a feeling
That runs –so it seems- too deep
One talks about the state of current affairs
About the unfairness of life
That lets a child die
And no one really knows why
There’s so much to blame
So much at stake
So many arguments to be won
To be proven right
No matter what it takes
And we talk as if we know what is right
Without the shadow of a doubt
Yet… how can we possibly justify
War, famine, rape
A new kind of nuclear blast
A pandemic spreading through a sneeze
How can it be at this point in time
So much has been achieved
So many wonderful discoveries
The men has been to the Moon
Men are getting ready to go to Mars
Yet… We are killing our Earth
Our green-blue planet is shrouded in grey
Yet… We are the prey
We are killing our children
-If not as casualties of war-
We are killing them emotionally
And then we wonder
At the hostility we see around
When and where along the way
Have we lost our connection to what is real
To that part that knows
There is more to humanity than this
Yet… what are we creating
In our own homes
Who gave us the power to decide
Who lives and who dies
Why the hate if ultimately
We are the prey of our own game
What will it take
To look within and truly see
Beyond the pain and further still
To that place where love lives
Without it life cannot be
Without self-love we are doomed
All arguments are fearful excuses
If we cannot look within
And honestly say
What do we see?        

Celia M Paulo                     

Atchim!!! (ai que já estou constipada)

Sinto-me dissonante nestas lides.
Pões e tiras o que trazes vestido,
Em ondas sucessivas de movimentos repetidos,
De um acto consumado e consentido.
Onde? Como? Quando?
E falas tanto e tão alto,
Nesse tira e põe frenético de sentido.
Mas, raios te partam
Que não me dizes nada.
Se a progenitora não fosse perpétua,
Que seria desta viagem sem destino?
E eu aqui, a apanhar este frio!
Arre, há dias em que mais valia ter nascido no tjurkupa de Gaia.

Célia M Paulo

Divagando, indagando, etc e tal!

…do Ureally want to know?!
…and i ask, do U really know,
Kem és?
Será k o nome  – e eu indago: seria eu ainda a mma c/ qualquer outro?-
A localização de desembarque (k pra mim foi o oculto monte da Lua), combinada à posição planetária (k se deu em Escorpião) do dia em questão; te poderá realmente dar uma resposta concreta e definida?
Mas, afinal, ñ serei eu mais?
o conjunto das experiências vividas
O meu irreverente eu,
O indagável prá’lém  do k se vê?
O princípio, a estrada e o fim,
E logo, inerentemente,
Feia e Linda,
Vulgar e extraordinária.
Mais k a soma das partes.
Neste espaço entre o aqui e agora,
de um tempo sem tempo.
Sei lá, sou assim,
O tudo, o nada,
Neste tudo de k nada sei.
E assim me escondo, me mostro,
Nestas palavras em k me projecto.
Kem sou?…
Fica ainda subjecto,
A tanto mais k este mero trajecto…
E tu? Kem és?

Célia M Paulo

Sunday, 24 January 2016

~Sharon Lyn Shepard~ "msg from my inner wisdom"

artist Bari J. Designs
When you stop scurrying around 
depleting your energy stores 
by attempting to control your environment 
attempting to change other people
attempting to make things happen 
attempting to fix the world
something magical happens.
.
Your own Inner BEing
shines more brightly as the flame of the Divine
as a result you’re able to see
all that’s available to you
all that’s in service to you
all that Source is offering
as solutions to questions you’ve yet to ask.
.
Life flows with Ease and Grace if you allow it to BE.
*
~Sharon Lyn Shepard~
"message from my inner wisdom"

Saturday, 16 January 2016

Snowfall by Celia M Paulo

Snowfall
Where does it lead
This life we live
Do we know
Where we are going
Do we like
The things life is showing us
What is this life we live
Does it leave a trace
Does it evaporate
Does it bring us closer
To who we are
Do we give up the search
Of self identity
For fear of alienation
In our relations to each other
The anonymity of another winter day
Who are we
Do we seek approval
Regardless of the cost
What does it take
To be faithful to ourselves
Do we mistake love
For fear of loniness
Do we live in dependency
Disguised as relationships
Do we settle for less
Than we deserve to receive
Do we know enough
To give what we want
What do we long for
When our breathes
Share that same room
How do we bring about
The peace within our core
The love within our heart
How do we live the life
Our soul calls for
...what reminiscences does it bring
A snowflake
Twirling wildly on the wind?

Celia M. Paulo