Christmas

E conta-me histórias, caso eu acorde,

Para eu tornar a adormecer.

E dá-me sonhos teus para eu brincar

Até que nasça qualquer dia

Que tu sabes qual é.

Wise Bertold Brecht

De todas as coisas seguras,

a mais segura é a dúvida.

Meto-me para dentro

Meto-me para dentro e fecho a janela.

Trazem o candeeiro e dão as boas-noites.

Oxalá a minha vida seja sempre isto:

O dia cheio de sol, ou tempestuoso

como se acabasse o mundo,

a tarde suave e os ranchos passam

fitados com interesse da janela,

o último olhar amigo dado ao sossego das árvores,

e depois fechada a janela, o candeeiro aceso,

sem ler nada nem pensar em nada, nem dormir,

sentir a vida correr por mim

como um rio por seu leito,

e lá fora um grande silêncio

como um Deus que dorme

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”