Begin Again

In this post, I want to show a beautiful text, written by a priest.

If you don’t understand my language, translate it.

Recomeçar

Tudo, aliás é arte.
Sobretudo hoje, quando já quase ninguém sabe mais o que é arte.
Começar, porém, exige uma força, interior,
uma esperança tal …
que se vai tornando uma “arte”…
Exige uma sensibilidade para antever o fim
Exige uma capacidade grande para saber onde se vai .
Exige uma síntese que só a arte oferece ou enriquece.
Recomeçar é mais ainda arte…
Porque é renovar convicções, recolocar posições, reanimar virtudes,
restaurar
Esperanças, reequilibrar a dimensão interior, redescobrir a
humanidade…
Quem bem começa tem muito para bem terminar!
Quem sempre sabe recomeçar tem muito para chegar a vencer.
Quem continuamente admite recomeçar atinge rápido a perfeição,
Feita sim, de limites, mas … humana
E é por isso que…
É sempre bom falar de esperança…
É sempre proveitoso e agradável, no princípio de qualquer caminhada,
ouvir dizer esperanças …
É sempre animador, no princípio de qualquer princípio, cantar
esperança do peregrino, do caminhante, do viajante.

Padre Nereu

I can change the world with my own two hands

Make it a better place
Make it a kinder place
I can make peace on earth
I can clean up the earth
I'm going to make it a brighter place
With my own two hands

 Jack Johnson & Ben Harper - With My Own Two Hands

CoExist

 

CoExist.
My first time, in U2’s show.
I think we have this kind of thought in our minds.
Baha'i Faith.
Buddhism.
Christianity.
Confucianism.
Hinduism.
Islam.
Jainism.
Judaism.
Shinto.
Sikhism.
I really look up to this philosophy.

And my willpower is try to change myself.
’Cause sometimes, I don’t live what I actually think

My Eyes

At first glance, my eyes are brown. But when the light hits them they change to amber.

And if you look really closely around the iris the color is pure honey.

But when I look into the sun, they almost look green.

The People’s Wisdom

I was in the bank, waiting to be closely. Many people. Everybody headily, and were concerned with the others: I HOPE YOU FUCK YOURSELF.

Then, a old man. Ok, he is old. That is the issue. This man doesn’t have the same health like me, and like you guys. You can see it through his eyes, wrinkles and voice.

Maybe, he is just a semi-illiterate. He has a dilly, which I am not yet. Wisdom. It doesn’t mean that I have no wisdom. I have it. But I am a young and a no-experience guy. Not as him.

He spoke with me. Told me about what he thinks. Especially about politics. Micro-politics, that we just forget. Things like: PREFERENCE TO THE OLD PEOPLE IN A LINE!! And he was beside me. He wasn’t there (in the preferencial line).

Oh, My God!

All religions lead to the same God, and they all deserve the same.

A man who choose a religion is a way collective choosing to adore and share the mysteries.

In the meantime, it is only responsible for their actions in the way and has the right to transfer to religion the responsibility of their decisions.

Be Yourself

Your life will improve only if you change.
No doubt yourself.
Take the course of your life.

Sing with me

And be yourself is all that you can do

not by chance

We are all particles. Atoms. Chemical elements. Cells. People. We move ourselves. This is what the particles do. Are attracted and repelled. The air goes from the hot to cold. The electric charge goes from the positive to the negative. The planets are attracted. and we, as individuals, where are we going?
We have free will: we go wherever we want! Which makes our flows much more complicated to organize!


Text from a brazilian movie: "não por acaso - Fox Films"

What I'm waiting for?

Whata fuck I'm waiting for?

Today I talked with a friend and he told me things that I have to think a little bit more.

Something about my future? Past? Right now?

Exist a gift that God reserves to me. Somehow it will become a beautiful event in my life.

Who knows this secret?

Let it go... Let it show itself. Now I have to pray, and ask good weather from now.

Where Am I?

I don't want to be in this fucking storm anymore. Let's progress dude! You can do it!

2009

A New Year comes. It comes to bring me things that I've never imagine before. Maybe I'll like it.

Maybe not.

New ideas. Different people. Musics that I never heard before.

Aircraft? Raízes? Winger band?

It remember me that I need to make a list of things to 2009. Things that will bring me joy.