Silence (Another Poem I wrote)

Silence. Calm and take care of my half which is crying and inconsolable, and which does not want to contain itself, it does not want to be limited. Bring me a little peace, a little breeze.

A little luck; a little bit of music. Do not let me venture through the disturbing promises of my heart that beats and beats uncontrollably at all times of noise.

Come up slowly; sit beside me in the window of thoughts and dreams. Do not keep me waiting, restless and thinking at every thousandth of the uncontrollable clock of life. Come up meek ​​and passive, calm and comforting to my struggles and losses. Keep company to my desire, be my dream ladder, crossing to my path.

A little bit of love; a little poetry. Do not let me scream at sad thoughts, nor suffer disappointments that can shut my mind.

Just come quietly, make yourself present, keep company. Do not ask me questions. Do not question me, follow me for a while and, for some time, understand me; then, leave me there, so I can move forward, screaming colorful songs through sad nights of Spring.

Be a creditor

How many chances life gives us, and we dismiss people and things we love. Everyday, the phone numbers of those who are apart are there available for us to call them. The reunions are waiting for the opportunity to reconciliations and those, to which we no longer feel connected to, still circulate through life by linking up and spreading out the thousands of opportunities presented.

Do not waste the chances. Do not neglect each magical moment when life gives you every day a chance to turn a ‘not’ into a ‘yes’, even a smile into tears, disbelief into faith. Maybe tomorrow you will not be here anymore. I try always to remember that the most fascinating and magical things that people take in life are those which we cannot touch, the feelings we cannot touch and emotions we can only feel. When mature, we eventually understand that the greatest wealth is as simple as a smile and clear as a sunny day, and it is something which strokes our ego, nurtures our being.

Do not waste your time with what do not enrich you. Do not be discouraged with the negative ones and make them positive, living dreamers, thinkers. Enjoy every magic moment that life gives you every day so that your notebook of ‘having’ and ‘there to be’ can always be bigger than the one of ‘not having’ and ‘there not to be’; it is preferable to be a creditor. Be a creditor of smiles, hope, and reconciliation. Be a creditor of willpower, courage, and faith. Do not waste your magic moment and feel yourself always blessed. Because that is the way God has taught us when He was among us, "Have faith, for I have overcome the world."

If you want read a bit more of my poems from my other blog : http://www.creatingneverland.blogspot.com/

The Little Things

What is happiness? Where it is? For some people, it is shaped in great things and great events, momentary and fast. Lapse of joy, balance for sorrow. For other people, it is in the simplest things, routine moments, childlike smile, and mother’s kiss. Constant and simple moments, blanket in winter, unexpected laughter, chocolate ice cream.

It does not matter what is the definition in the dictionary, nor that great definition quoted by your favorite writer. It is subjective, it is personal and it is up to each of us to define it, find it. Do not try to find it in the future, tomorrow, meet and dine with it every day, personify it and date with it, every day of your life. Sunny day, rainy day, cloudy day, warm day, cold day. Find it everywhere and at all times, in every gesture and in all things.

It does not matter if it seems distant or unreachable; it is there, waiting to be enjoyed, without questions, without foresight, without pretension. Get more, live longer, smile more and walk more side by side with that feeling that builds and constructs. They are the little things, are not they? Have a good week.

On the Mount of Olives

Who is that knocking at the door of my heart? Gentle, comforting, calm, serene, dignified, lovely.

Who is He that comforts me during all the difficult times which I find, who collects the dry leaves from the ground, waters them and makes them colored again? From black and white, He makes the rainbow, from death, He makes life and from music, He makes the silence.

He comes gentle as a lamb, even being the most ferocious wolf to my enemies and criminals. Not full of gold, but wherever He goes, He shines the more adjacent, symmetrical and shiny light ever.

He makes the weak, strong. The unbeliever, believer. The debtor, creditor. The dark, light.

Who is He that did not appear in the list of my best friends, but is waiting at the door outside to enter my heart, without becoming annoying; in difficult times, He is always the one there to comfort me.

Who is He that Galileo Galilei, Rene Descartes, Isaac Newton, Albert Einstein and many other philosophers and sages have never questioned His existence, even at their most vain philosophies and on their most intelligent science.

He turns my being, completes my existence and teaches me the true meaning of the word ‘love’. Love to the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost, so that, one day, everyone on Earth feel themselves welcomed and loved by His presence, which became so important in my life.

Beloved Father, perfect Father, warm, fair, please, walk always beside me. So I keep my days in this life, seeing light where there is darkness, love where there is hate, faith where there is disbelief and life where there is nothing.

Organizing the Wardrobe

Who has never enjoyed those idle moments when we start setting things up in the house, and always end up by organizing our dear and beloved wardrobe?!

Last week I relived this experience and I can tell you some things I learned philosophizing while I bended or put each piece of clothing on its hanger.

Have you noticed that our memory is like a wardrobe, always there, archived, ready to be reorganized and cleaned?

There are several types of pieces of clothing. Those which are very old, like our memories that needed to be rediscovered and revived.

When we find them again, we feel very happy and put them back better tidy, in a more strategic location not to forget them anymore.

There are those pieces of clothing that we do not know the reason why they are still there, as they no longer match us, and immediately we decided to take them out of the closet.

There are others for which we have great affection, but we know that if we move them forward, they will make other people happy.

There are several kinds of surprises in a simple arrangement of wardrobe. As in life, as well as in our memory, the important thing is to organize, store and distribute what is good to us, pass on a bit of happiness and throw away what is worthless.

Good week to all and good housekeeping!

Whos afraid of the Big Bad Wolf

I spent this week examining the fear and its consequences. Some people are afraid of simple everyday things: dark, height, agglomerations, public presentations, insects, and so on. I would fit such kind of fear into concrete and objective ones. But there are also more complex ones, such as fear of rejection, death, old age, past, madness, future, loss and failure. Others seem unreal, such as a child who is afraid of the dark or the big bad wolf, witches and vampires or the monster in the closet.

All fears have reason and consistency in its existence and they hide hidden conflicts within each of us. But what really matters to us is to know that the fear is the greatest enemy of man. And it comes softly through in our childhood unreal things, and then it lulls in our being along with the painful realities of life.

There are good and bad fears: the good ones are those which prevent us from doing things that may hurt us, so when we are children we learn we should not touch the fire, otherwise we can burn out. That’s it. It turns out that we insist on placing our hands in the fire, even after we are burned, and then we find the bad fear. That fear which takes immeasurable proportions and leads to internal conflicts and obsessions. Take this advice; no human being was born to face the fear. Do not allow it to exist. You can overcome any fear that you find along the way; condition yourself to it. Train it. Just like the boogeyman coming to take us every night during our childhood, one day you face it, you laugh at him, you minimize him at its exact proportion, and then you learn. You learn that the best answer to our fears is the light of reason. Think about it.

Goodbye Amy!

There it goes a talent. There it goes an impressive voice. What really matters here is not to create more controversy to the great little Amy.

I'm not sure if what killed her were drugs, alcohol abuse, abstinence from all such substances, depression or a broken heart. Among so many possibilities that come out and get together, I would like to choose the last option.

A broken heart decays and frightens us, pushing us to fear. Now it's time for parents, family and fans to have their hearts broken, living their lives sadly for awhile, until the longing comes with an abstinence dying to hear a new song, get news in a tabloid.

Death always arrives by surprise. And it came as a surprise to Amy as well. I didn’t get tired of observing that the newspapers and TV did not stop mourning the news about her death. Where were those who criticized her? I think they got quiet, a little guiltily, typical of human beings, a little proud to say, “Haven’t I sad that would be the end?” The end? I do not know. I think this is just a great start.

I could write numerous controversial and worrying about the Jewish girl with a stunning voice who lived in Camden Town, London; but I’d rather keep the silence, and the consciousness that only it brings, and before I get back to the world without Amy, I still need to go back to black. I am going to cry the grief of a talent and pay tribute to the human being Amy Winehouse, with all the faults she may carry along inside the enormous package of qualities that only a few had the privilege of knowing.

No Looking Back

There are days which could be erased from the calendar. The disappointment caused by the end of a friendship, the sadness caused by the death of a dream, a fight we lost, the cake which burned, the dress that unstitched in the middle of the party, the engagement which got to an end and the lost faith in human beings.

There are days that could be elected national holidays. The friend who returns, the joy of the beginning of a dream, the fight we won, the cake that comes out fluffy, soft and warm from the oven; the dress which creates a Princess in a party; the engagement ring; the faith which we gain in God.

Life is full of surprises, it is a gift we want and we receive unintentionally. Secret Santa.

If today the door is closed and your glass is half full, sit beside me and share this meal with your columnist. Lower your head and cry of mourning, at the time it is needed, at your time, at the time you will be the only one to know how to measure and dose.

There is a time for everything, laughing and crying, winning and losing, finishing and restarting, hitting and missing, and there is a time to move on and not to look back.

Down the Rabbit Hole

 Who never wanted to be Alice and enter through a hole of a rabbit when things are dull and unsatisfying, and when we need to find answers to some difficult questions to be answered? Cruel doubt of a balance that leans towards the new, in conflict to the old. Wonderful wonderland, where everything is new and creative, possible and delighted. Tedious country of routines, where everything is old, slow, black and white.

Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, better, Lewis Carroll has already understood this since 1865, when he wrote the quirky Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (usually abbreviated as ‘Alice in Wonderland’). Much more than a simple fantasy story, dramatized by Alice, is the psychological analysis involved in the book, which for many people, it seems no rhyme or reason.

Alice seems not to be paying attention to her sister who reads a book beside a river. When suddenly, how wonderful! She sees a rabbit, but not an ordinary rabbit. A rabbit which is dressed wearing a pocket watch and better, the rabbit can speak. He is able to speak English, how wonderful! Gripped by curiosity and, by following the rabbit, she falls into the hole, and slowly enters into the world of the dreams. Following the rabbit means, first, to end her curiosity, but also, trying to achieve the rabbit at all costs demonstrate her need of knowledge or satisfaction, which she intends to find by stopping him.

At the end of the fall, the main focus is to find the secret passage to the garden, so Alice has to eat and drink, changing in size, to achieve the small key that would open that wonderful fairyland. No Alice, drink me, you're too big. Alice, now eat me, you're too small. So many frustrations, Alice, either too small or too big to Wonderland. That is not easy. There mustn’t be indeed, because being small, you only have your childhood, memories of the pleasures it brought you. But now, when you are big, you can not have them anymore. It is a complete mess such change from childhood to the world of the adult people. Alice ate the cake, now you're too big to get into Wonderland, but do not cry nor question your identity. We all go through this one way or another.

You still can get into Wonderland, little Alice, but the caterpillar will question once again - Who are you? Come here; recite a poem, not any one. It has to be "Father William" (or "The Old Man's Comforts"), by Robert Southey, a didactic poem that portrays the importance of moderation. You've changed a lot Alice, so subtly that you haven’t even realized. Or have you noticed?

But it all seems very confusing and crazy. Sure, it was the Cheshire Cat who said madness is the main feature of the residents of Wonderland.

- We are all mad here! Or better:

- We are all made here!

We are all in your imagination, little Alice, because you created us, I'm crazy, surely you are too. Enigmatic smile. What's the answer? Perhaps taking a tea we can understand it better.

Mad Tea with the Mad Hatter, who philosophizes that time has stopped at 6 o'clock, so this is tea time. The time, that long and white bearded gentleman who walks taking revenge against himself, time has punished him, 6 o'clock, what a chaos.

The March Hare does not stop with its enigmas as well, - "Why is a raven like a writing desk?"... How can, in the middle of it all, the Dormouse stand still in silence, sleeping a deep sleep. What time is it, asks the hatter to the Hare.

"- I do not know, the clock is broken. " responds.

"- No. How can you pour butter on the clock, Hare?"

The Hare wets the clock in the tea and butter, of course, that was a very good tea.

No, no, no! Now Alice is angry, because the hatter does not know the answers.

Now, yes, even now, she needs to know the chronological order of time. Time is precious. Time is a person, with a personality; it can cause chaos in the lives of people who do not manage it correctly, which does not respect it. The days are running fast, the clock is doing its uncontrollable ‘tic tac’ and she, great poor little Alice, she does not have the answers.

Little Alice, as in Wonderland, I'm late, if you want, follow me, but I'm lost as well, tic tac tic tac tic tac...

The Ups and Downs of Life - Encontros e Desencontros

A matemática da vida não é simples equação. Somamos conhecimentos e conquistas, vitórias, amigos e amores. Essa parte é a mais simples. Acrescentamos amor aonde há ódio, carinho onde há carência, riso onde há lagrimas. Somamos amigos e ideias, pessoas e vitórias.

Mas chega um momento em que já aprendemos a conta básica e a vida nos cobra um pouco mais de entendimento na sua trajetória. Chega a hora de diminuir, então temos que dizer adeus ás pessoas que amamos tanto: a avó que se foi, o relacionamento que terminou, o curso que não concluímos, a juventude que foi embora. Nessa fase, aprendemos a dar valor ao nosso passado, as nossas raízes, as nossa histórias, nossos conhecimentos adquiridos.

Depois que somamos e diminuímos chega a hora de multiplicar, você aprende que somar e diminuir não faz a vida completa. Chegam os filhos, que se multiplicarão em netos, bisnetos e que ajudarão a seguir o normal fluxo da trajetória da vida. Você aprende que deve ajudar o próximo antes de pensar em si, e que o bem que se faz, multiplica-se em bênçãos de retorno sem esforço.

Quando chega o momento em que somamos, diminuímos, multiplicamos todas nossas experiências, a vida nos entrega a conta de divisão. E nesse momento você começa a pensar em dividir. Dividir conhecimentos, experiências, ideias, conselhos, sentimentos, alegrias, tristezas e tudo mais que na trajetória do percurso ficou na sua bagagem.

Você aprende nesse momento que todas as contas vieram no momento certo e que nenhuma delas tem menor valor. Então chega a hora da partida, e os encontros e desencontros continuam se multiplicando, dividindo, somando e subtraindo, numa matemática precisa, perfeita. Completa. Divina.


English - The ups and downs of life
The mathematics of life is not a simple equation. We add knowledge and achievements, victories, friends and lovers. This is the simplest part. We add love where there is hate, affection where there is absence, laughing where there are just tears. We add friends and ideas, people and victories.

But there comes a time when we have already learned the basic account and life demands a little more understanding in its path. There comes the time to decrease, then we must say goodbye to people we love so much: the grandmother who passes away, the ending of a relationship, the course we do not conclude, and the youth that went away. At this stage, we learn to value our past, our roots, our stories, and our gained knowledge.

After adding and subtracting, it comes the time to multiply, you learn that just adding and subtracting don’t make life complete. The children arrive; they will multiply themselves in grandchildren and great-grandchildren, what will help you following the normal flow of life's pathway. You learn that you should help others before thinking just about yourself, and that the good things that are done, multiply themselves in blessings, which will return to you without effort.

When comes the time, we have already added, subtracted and multiplied all our experiences, life gives us the result of the division. And in that moment, you start thinking about dividing. About sharing knowledge, experiences, ideas, advice, feelings, joys, sorrows and everything else in the path of the route which was in your luggage.

So, you learn that all the bills came at the right time and none of them has less value. Then it comes the hour of our departure, and the ups and downs of life keep multiplying, dividing, adding and subtracting, in a precise mathematical way, perfect. Complete. Divine.

I want diamonds

Portuguese 

Eu quero diamantes. Na verdade todos nós somos, só precisamos lembrar.
Porque as vezes nós esquecemos a coisa mais importante na vida, quem somos.
Há pessoas que pensam que são, e aqueles que pensam que não são. É apenas um ponto de vista.

Eu quero contos de fada. Na verdade não é isso o que nossa vida é? Nós apenas precisamos lembrar.

Mas lembrar não é um caminho fácil de escolher. É preciso tempo, paciência e fé, que, juntos, nos leva a sonhos realizados.
Lembre-se.

Eu não acredito em destino. Exceto no que você e Deus criam juntos.
Não importa quão intenso, bom, encantado e lindo Deus queira que sua vida seja. Se você continuar querendo o que não é bom nem digno, é isso que você terá. Não é um segredo. É um enigma.

Você tem que revelá-lo, colocar os pedaços juntos. Para deixar mais claro em sua mente, mais intenso em seu corpo.

Se você quer um milagre, tem que parar de querer agora.
Seja o milagre para alguém.
O resto fluirá como nascente de rio, amanhecer da escuridão e satisfará plenamente o que seu mais intimo dos sonhos quer que você seja.

English 

I want diamonds. Actually we all are, we just need to remember.
Sometimes we forget the most important thing in life, who we are.
There are people who think they are, and those who think they are not. It's just a point of view.

I want fairy tales. Actually that's not what our life is? We just need to remember.

But remembering is not an easy path to choose. It takes time, patience and faith that together leads to realized dreams.
Remember.

I do not believe in destiny. Except for the one you and God create together.
No matter how intense, nice, charming and beautiful God wants your life to be, If you keep wanting what is not good or worthy, this is what you get. It is no secret. It is an enigma.

You have to reveal it, put the pieces together. Make it clear in your mind, your soul.

If you want a miracle, you have to stop trying now.
Be the miracle for someone.
The rest will flow like a river rising, dawn darkness and fully satisfy your most intimate dreams wherever you are.