does your path have a heart?

you must always keep in mind that a path is only a path; if you feel you should not follow it, you must not stay with it under any conditions. to have such clarity you must lead a disciplined life. only then will you know that any path is only a path, and there is no affront, to oneself or to others, in dropping it if that is what your heart tells you to do.

but your decision to keep on the path or to leave it must be free of fear or ambition.
i warn you. look at every path closely and deliberately. try it as many times as you think necessary. then ask yourself, and yourself alone, one question.

this question is one that only a very old man asks. my benefactor told me about it once when i was young, and my blood was too vigorous for me to understand it. now i do understand it. i will tell you what it is: does this path have heart?

all paths are the same: they lead nowhere.
they are paths going through the bush, or into the bush.

in my own life i could say i have traversed long, long paths, but i am not anywhere.
my benefactor's question has meaning now. does this path have heart?

if it does, the path is good;
if it doesn't, it is of no use.
both paths lead nowhere; but one has heart, the other doesn't.
one makes for a joyful journey; as long as you follow it, you are one with it.
the other will make you curse your life.

one makes you strong; the other weakens you.

Carlos Castañeda in "the teachings of Don Juan"

quite contrary

contradictions do not exist. whenever you think that you are facing a contradiction, check your premises. you will find that one of them is wrong

Ayn Rand

moment

sometimes i go back to that magic second,
when i met your eyes, my heart skipped a beat
and the birds danced to our own soundtrack,
it was then when i knew my life would be forever changed
in that moment when i fell in love

listening

it takes a lot of time for you to learn how to listen to your heart, it requires that you leave selfishness behind, drop all your armours, masks, defences and look truthfully [and most important, humblely] to your surroundings and to the people around you.

you may be surprised with what you find
you may even realize that you knew it all along
or you might just find something new…

bliss, tears, or just the direction you needed all this time

even knowing that your heart and dreams are with someone else,
even knowing that you may never be mine,
i hear it in my heart: that i’ll love you 'til i die

to say: "I'm bored"...

... is quite an understatement

callin'

nomeei-te no meio dos meus sonhos
chamei por ti na minha solidão
troquei o céu azul pelos teus olhos
e o meu sólido chão pelo teu amor

Ruy Belo

reboot

apesar das ruínas e da morte,
onde sempre acabou cada ilusão,
a força dos meus sonhos é tão forte,
que de tudo renasce a exaltação,
e nunca a minhas mãos ficam vazias

Sophia de Mello Breyner

draft

pinto a carvão e a pincel,
borrões, marcas, manchas,
numa simples folha de papel

traço o desejo e pinto objectivos:
revelo uma estranha visão,
criada por movimentos assíncronos e desajustados
da minha mão
encho uma tela do sangue que pulsa,
ainda quente,
no meu coração.

desenho a fé, e a alma,
com tons escuros e difusos,
seguindo um mapa antigo,
que não revela o seu rumo

preencho-a com personagens libertos da razão,
reflexos e fractais de mim mesmo,
que sem se darem conta seguem o seu próprio guião,
em cenários e sonhos de uma tela de cinema

num golpe de mestria: assino.
e admiro a tela cheia de côr, sons e luz,
de sensações e expressões,
de alegrias e desesperos,
de vitórias e derrotas,

satisfeito, sorrio
afasto-me e sigo o meu caminho
deixando para trás o quadro da minha vida

speed of light

light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. no matter how fast light travels it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it

Terry Pratchet

i never felt lonely ...

... until i fallen in love

binary lifes

temos, todos [os] que vivemos,
uma vida que é vivida
e [uma] outra vida que é pensada,
e a única vida que temos
é essa que é dividida
entre a verdadeira e a errada

benjamin

for what it's worth: it's never too late (…) to be whoever you want to be.
there's no time limit, start whenever you want.

you can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing.
we can make the best or the worst of it.
i hope you make the best of it.
i hope you see things that startle you.
i hope you feel things you never felt before.
i hope you meet people who have a different point of view.

i hope you live a life you're proud of, and if you find that you're not, i hope you have the strength to start all over again

and some people.... dance

funny thing about coming home,
you notice how things look the same,
smell that same
feel the same,
people are the same,
they tell you the same stories,
and talk about the same places,
it is then that you realize
that you’ve changed

too much air conditioning...

... fosters all of swine flu paranoia [and phobia]

waiting, playing [and hoping]

certain things have to happen before other things. gods play games with the fates of men. but first they have to get all the pieces on the board, and look all over the place for the dice
(...)
time is like a drug. too much of it kills you

Terry Pratchett

goodbye Madrid I [Bernabeu]

a star is born, a wedding gift exists [thank you galileo]

lullaby

nem sombra nem luz
nem sopro de estrela
nem corpinhos nus
de anjos à janela
nem asas de pombos
nem algas no fundo
nem olhos redondos
espantados do mundo
nem vozes na ilha
nem chuva lá fora
dorme [bem] minha [menina]
que eu não vou embora

shooting star

came out to a shooting star
but she moves so fast
that i can't keep up
i'm chasing

i'm in love with a shooting star
but she moves so fast
when she falls then
i'll be waiting

it is painful having to accept that your heart is set on someone else

analyse

if i’d analyse too much the sky,
i would say that the atmosphere is about 70% of nitrogen and 30% of oxygen, which along with some other gases, create a film that scatters light, affecting mostly the longer wave length light, hence the colour blue all day long, and that when the angle of the sunlight is sharper, the shorter wave length light fills in the sky, hence the reddish and orange colours at sunrise and sunset…

if i’d analyse too much the sky,
i’d miss all its beauty, presence and spirit,
i’d never dream nor travel with the clouds in an ocean of blue
and i’d never fall in love in a sunset, nor
proclaim my vows and promises at sunrise,
committing unto a life lasting happiness

if i’d analyse too much the sky,
i’d never use my heart to guide me,
using only reason and intelligence to see,
i’d never trust nor care for anyone,
since everyone would always fail and be short on what i sought,
i'd would not allow it to touch my soul,
cleaning and closing all wounds,
and bringing hope and dreams in a new day.
i’d feel empty and hollow,
and would always fear of tomorrow

i am real

...

i need to cure my childish obsession on love...

romance is dead[?] (alternate version)

...and the girl said:
we killed romance, you and me,
when we turned our backs
to what we dont want to see,
we killed our hopes and dreams,
exchanging "can be's" by the "could have been's"
finding out that love could hurt and even die,
and then using it as an excuse to not even try


we killed romance, you and me,
thinking we're gods in a world we tame,
when we're just men and women in a much bigger game
we stopped fighting for what we earn and believe,
but started believing we deserve someone else's dream


we killed romance, you and me,
painting lifes on tales covered in dust,
growing blind to the people and stories in front of us,
we let courage and passion die out of fear,
raising a numbness we can no longer tear


the boy said:
Stop.
we are not trapped in the fates we draw:
measured in prizes we think we score.
life will bring you whatever you choose to folow
[luckily, we're not that hollow]
and if at any given time,
you think that romance is dead,
look for it in your heart
remembering that it's all in your head

home

goodbye, proud world, i'm going home,
thou'rt not my friend, and i'm not thine;
long through thy weary crowds i roam[ed];
a river-ark on the ocean brine,
long i've been tossed like the driven foam,
but [for] now, proud world, i'm going home."

Ralph Waldo Emerson

gede [n.p.m. gódê]

you know, i may be very simple but, for me, Karma is like this:
imagine you plant rice, what do you get? rice, right? imagine that you plant well, you will get many seeds for then to plant even more rice.

such is karma, whatever you seed, sooner or later you will harvest. also important to know, karma and reincarnation are together, they are one. so i may get the karma tomorrow, or only on another life time.

take for example, that girl over there. her parents wealthy. she got to go to nice school, go to college, and get good job. I am poor and need to work hard to get what i need. why is that? she is already collecting the good karma she planted in another life. i still need to plant more.

and don't forget, very, very important: karma works both ways, if you plant good, you will harvest good. if you plant bad, you will harvest bad