ma petit baby penguin

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)

I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear)

here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;

which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

[e.e.commings poetry]

Nelson Mandela in his 1994 inaugural speech (quoting Maryanne Williamson)

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most. We ask ourselves,

'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and famous?'

Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.

Your playing small does not serve the world.

There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so

that people won't feel insecure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.

It's not just in some of us; it's in all of us.

And when we let our own light shine,

we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.

As we are liberated from our own fear,

our presence automatically liberates others”

Quem nos irá proteger

fundo da alma

Deserto
Império do sol
Prova dos nove, da solidao
Segue a miragem
Largo clarão, Livre prisão
Sem a menor aragem
Que grande mar
De ondas paradas
Que grande areal
De formas peladas
Vitória do espaço imensidão
Ponto de fuga, ampliação
Livre prisao
Anfitrião selvagem
No deserto
Oiço o fundo da alma
E se a areia está calma
O bater do coração
É que tanto deserto
Tão de repente
Faz-me pensar que o deserto sou eu
Se não me vieres buscar

happy birthday darling***

He was a boy,

with spheres of dreams, hopes, fears and joy,

He was just a boy,

dealing and working and thinking as pure as a boy,

I would keep you in my heart box,

I would watch you grow no matter what,

my friend you're now a man,

with duties, positions forever and

May i offer you a flower, a song or a hand,

something simple to share,

I would keep you in my heart box,

I would watch you grow no matter what

guarda-me

Guarda-me a vida na mão

Guarda-me os olhos nos teus

Dentro desta solidão

Nem há a presença de Deus

Como a queda de um sorriso

P'lo canto triste da boca

Só a loucura me toca

Esperei por ti todas as horas

Frágil sombra olhando o cais

Mas mais triste que as demoras

É saber que não vens mais.

did I

What gives, what helps the Intuition I'll know

I won't have to be shown the way home

And it's not about a boy, although

They can lead you

Hide or reveal too a destination known

Only by the one whose fate is overgrown

Piecemeal could break your home and have

A love is not complete with only heat

They can tease you break or complete you

And in came a heatwave A merciful save

You choose, you chose Poetry over prose

A map is more unreal than where you've been

Or how you feel and it's impossible to tell

How important something was

And what you might have missed out on

And how it might have changed it all

Did I, did IDid I, did IDid I, did I

a deceptive appearance or impression

Days behold lives unfold

Can't move on so much untold

Shades of gold we've been sold

Been deceived while we believe

If today is all we see

Then tomorrow seems to me

Is just an illusion we believe

Strive to see hope to be
To be some small part of eternity
If today is all we see
Then tomorrow seems to me is

Just an illusion we believe

Além

Não consigo dominar Este estado de ansiedade
A pressa de chegar P’ra não chegar tarde
Não sei do que é que eu fujo Será desta solidão
Mas porque é que eu recuso A quem quer dar-me a mão
Vou continuar a procurar A quem eu me quero dar
Esta insatisfação Não consigo compreender
Sempre esta sensação Que estou a perder
Tenho pressa de sair Quero sentir ao chegar
A vontade de partir P’ra outro lugar
Vou continuar a procurar O meu mundo o meu lugar
Porque até aqui eu só Estou bem aonde eu não estou
Porque eu só quero ir aonde eu não vou

(António Variações - Donna Maria)

ma petit

In a manner of speaking

I just want to say

That I could never forget the way

You told me everything

By saying nothing

In a manner of speaking

I don't understand

How love in silence becomes reprimand

But the way I feel about you

Is beyond words

Oh give me the words

That tell me nothing

Oh give me the words

That tell me everything

In a manner of speaking

Semantics won't do

In this life that we live

We only make do

And the way that we feel

Might have to be sacrificed

So in a manner of speaking

I just want to say

That like you I should find a way

To tell you everything

By saying nothing

de battre tellement mon coeur s'est arrêté

Os anos têm coisas que os dias desconhecem

William Yeats