Um fato

Um fato

Chegas de fato e toda a gente sabe que a tua vida mudou - adquiriu um peso e uma gravidade diferentes.
(Ainda te ris da mesma maneira desconjuntada de rapaz e gastas serões agarrado à Playstation, contudo...).

O dia está escuro e quieto, antes de entrar para o Metro, reparo num veleiro de três mastros ancorado no cais.
Quando minutos mais tarde saio do Metro, as folhas rodopiam pelo ar e grossas gotas de chuva começam a cair...toda a gente corre para chegar enxuto ao destino.
O conhecido louco indiferente a tudo, continua o seu arengar na esquina...

Tanta gente, tantas histórias, podemos ignorar, deixar apenas o silêncio que as regras de conduta ditam imperar e então de todas as histórias, saberemos apenas uma ínfima parte, a ignorância é sempre mais confortável e acomodada. Ou podemos ser loucos, diferentes do louco que vive a sua mania apenas e querer abarcar o mundo e os outros, escutar histórias, como corações que batem, batem de mansinho nos nossos peitos recatados.

Chegas de fato e vais conquistar o mundo, o mais certo é ires coçar o fato numa secretária habitual, numa tarefa sempre igual, mas agora o fato é novo, como a tua ilusão e reparamos nele e em ti.

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As línguas nasceram quando as comunidades humanas viviam separadas umas das outras, agora que vivemos todos juntos na aldeia global vamos falar só uma língua ?

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To enter in these bonds is to be free

John Donne: To His Mistress Going to Bed

Come, madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
Until I labour, I in labour lie.
The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,
Is tired with standing though he never fight.
Off with that girdle, like heaven’s zone glistering,
But a far fairer world encompassing.
Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear,
That th’eyes of busy fools may be stopped there.
Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime
Tells me from you that now it is bed time.
Off with that happy busk, which I envy,
That still can be, and still can stand so nigh.
Your gown going off, such beauteous state reveals,
As when from flowery meads th’hills shadow steals.
Off with your wiry coronet and show
The hairy diadem which on you doth grow:
Now off with those shoes: and then safely tread
In this love’s hallowed temple, this soft bed.
In such white robes heaven’s angels used to be
Received by men; thou, Angel, bring’st with thee
A heaven like Mahomet’s Paradise; and though
Ill spirits walk in white, we easily know
By this these Angels from an evil sprite:
Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.
License my roving hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.
O my America! my new-found-land,
My kingdom, safeliest when with one man manned,
My mine of precious stones, my empery,
How blest am I in this discovering thee!
To enter in these bonds is to be free;
Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be.
Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee,
As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be,
To taste whole joys. Gems which you women use
Are as Atlanta’s balls, cast in men’s views,
That when a fool’s eye lighteth on a gem,
His earthly soul may covet theirs, not them:
Like pictures, or like books’ gay coverings made
For lay-men, are all women thus arrayed.
Themselves are mystic books, which only we
(Whom their imputed grace will dignify)
Must see revealed. Then, since that I may know,
As liberally as to a midwife, show
Thyself: cast all, yea, this white linen hence,
There is no penance due to innocence:
To teach thee, I am naked first; why than,
What need’st thou have more covering than a man?

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I only know what I know now

Every cloud has a silver lining

Caído el árbol, hay que hacer leña.

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