terça-feira, 22 de fevereiro de 2011





The Minstrel - William Shakespeare

After awhile you learn the difference, the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul. And you learn that love does not mean leaning. And company does not always mean security. Begins to learn that kisses are not contracts and presents are not promises.
Begin to accept your defeats with your head up and eyes ahead with the grace of an adult and not the grief of a child.
Learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that sunshine burns if exposed for long.
And learn that no matter how much you care, some people simply do not care ... and you accept that no matter how good a person, they will hurt you once in a while and you need to forgive her for that. You learn that talking can relieve emotional pain.
Discover that it takes years to build trust and only seconds to destroy it ...
And you can do things in a moment that you later regret for life. Learns that true friendship continues to grow, even over long distances.
And what matters is not what you have in life, but who you have in life.
And what good friends are the family that allowed us to choose.
You learn that we do not have to change friends if we understand that friends change ...
Realizes that his best friend and you can do anything or nothing and have good times together. You discover that the people you care about most in life are taken from you so quickly ... so we should always leave loved ones with loving words, may be the last time we see them. Learn that the circumstances and the environment have influence on us, but we are responsible for ourselves. You learn that you should not compare with others, but to the best it can be.
Discover that it takes a long time to become the person that wants to be, and that time is short.
You learn that no matter where you have come, but where you're going ... but if you do not know where you're going, any road will.
You learn that either you control your acts, or they will control ... and that being flexible does not mean being weak, or no personality, because no matter how delicate and fragile the situation is, there are always at least two sides. You learn that heroes are people who have done what was necessary, to face the consequences. You learn that patience requires a lot of practice.
Discover that sometimes the person you expect to kick you when you fall is one of the few that help you get up. You learn that maturity has more to do with the types of experiences you had and what you learned from them, Than how many birthdays you've celebrated. Learn that there are more of your parents on you than you thought.
You learn that you should never tell a child that dreams are silly ...
Few things are so humiliating that would be a tragedy if he believed that.
Learn that when you are angry you have the right to be angry, but that does not give you the right to be cruel. Realize that just because someone does not love you the way you want love does not mean that someone does not love you with everything you can because there are people who love us, but do not know how to show it.
You learn that it is not always enough to be forgiven by someone ...
Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.
Learn that with the same harshness you judge, you will be convicted at some point.
You learn that no matter how many pieces your heart was broken, the world does not stop for you to fix it. You learn that time is not something you can turn.
So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure ... that is really strong, and can go a lot farther than you think you can not anymore. And that life has value and that you have value in life! Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we could win if it was not afraid to try.

terça-feira, 8 de dezembro de 2009


Ismália



Quando Ismália enlouqueceu,
Pôs-se na torre a sonhar...
Viu uma lua no céu,
Viu outra lua no mar.

No sonho em que se perdeu,
Banhou-se toda em luar...
Queria subir ao céu,
Queria descer ao mar...

E, no desvario seu,
Na torre pôs-se a cantar...
Estava perto do céu,
Estava longe do mar...

E como um anjo pendeu
As asas para voar...
Queria a lua do céu,
Queria a lua do mar...

As asas que Deus lhe deu
Ruflaram de par em par...
Sua alma subiu ao céu,
Seu corpo desceu ao mar...

Alphonsus de Guimaraens