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quinta-feira, 23 de maio de 2013

'Desiderata' - Max Ehrmann - 1927 prose poem


"Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, with-out surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. 

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. 

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trick-ery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical  about love; for in  the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. 

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. 

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. 

Strive to be happy."


Max Ehrmann

1920's prose poem



sábado, 11 de maio de 2013

Pretos-Velhos :: 13 de Maio




"NESTA TERRA MOÇO... 
EU RACHEI A MINHA MÃO... 
E nas covas do meu rosto, eu plantei a Solidão... 
Levarei no meu malote, um rosário de apelos... 
Cicatrizes de chicote... 
A Velhice nos cabelos... 

A Esperança adormecida... 
E o nascer para uma Vida... 
Onde não tem Solidão... 
Me de tua mão seu Moço... 
Venha sentir meu Calor... 
Plante a semente comigo... 

QUE AMOR E TRIGO, NA SENZALA VIRA FLOR... 

(Trecho da Música em homenagem aos Pretos Velhos) 

LIVRE É AQUELE QUE LIBERTA... 

Diante disso podemos dizer que:

 “EM CADA NEGRO TEM UM BRANCO QUE A PRINCESA LIBERTOU”

Salve 13 de Maio!"