This morning, I was realising (again) that I have lost the joy necessary to live. I cannot stop crying all the time and I feel a deep sadness in the bottom of my heart. I hope this could finish some day.[/quote]

Galway, I share your feelings about “joy necessary to live”. In my own difficulties I found comfort from the words of Farah Diba, the former empress of Iran, who said in an interview: “There are always very painful moments. In order to survive, I tell myself that Life is an eternal struggle, not only for me but for every human being on earth.”
Believe me, there will be bright days for the both of us!

Have a great journey!
Please if possible leave some photos at the blog. I would love to see people and world through you eyes. (I am a photographer…)
Any photo advice? No need for e-mail me: just fallow your visual insights…

Yours
Roberto[/quote]

hello Roberto,

Paulo has a photoblog!!!
check it out:
http://paulocoelhoblog.com/photo

Um abraço
Paulinha[/quote]

So maybe it’s a good time to bring us with more pictures! :D
A (((BIIIG HUG))) to you Paulinha! :) You work with this blog is wonderful! And another (((BIIIG HUG))) to you, dearest Paulo!

Please! :D More pictures for us, when it’s possible! ;)

Love & Light to all! Namaste! :)

Marta :)

Have a great journey!
Please if possible leave some photos at the blog. I would love to see people and world through you eyes. (I am a photographer…)
Any photo advice? No need for e-mail me: just fallow your visual insights…

Yours
Roberto[/quote]

hello Roberto,

Paulo has a photoblog!!!
check it out:
http://paulocoelhoblog.com/photo

Um abraço
Paulinha[/quote]

Thank you Paulinha
Beautifull images there!!

crazyness(yes with a ‘y’) and insanity are the heart of man kind,if you aren’t crazy,then why are you living?

here’s a poem,which i wrote recently hope you like paulo.

like the crimson west
and the evening shadows,
which flout all imagination
and perceptions and logic;
like the humble bees,who’s
devout service justifies a
flower and their noble queen;
like the high waves,who
sway to the whims of far
away heavens;like the sun
who keeps all the dials at
the set hour;like the wind
which never ceases to the
blood of the living;like the
clouds which cling to the blue
sky;like the labourous ants,
who save for a better future;
like the street stray,who
fuels life in optimism;like the
far of stars that flicker to
the distant eye;like a fire,
who burns unbiased to all;
like the earth on which we
stand -on it, that gives its gift
to us the noble race.Like all
in a moment ,the product of
evolution which stokes all the
worlds-the media of the divine
spirit,which abodes in all that
breaths and moves is all the
matter in the vast sphere,on
the ground which is flatter
to the ghosts of time and
tide,on which where rules lay
the concrete jungles.For
virtue can never so define life,
and thus it does destroy life,
on which we sit the nobler
humans.So hard is the metal,
so warm is the air that the
suffocation was long past
defined in the ancient books
so known yet unreached in life.
What future holds is not a
mere vision,its course is unmoved
by good or bad,or any such barrier
draw between by the vitrued man.
To hit hard,to stir the blood is
the magic,to reach peace is
what is to reach heaven for both
like the distant star only are seen
in imagination.the seer of life,
so moves us thus,in its own
conceit need it wriggles and
turns in the torture houses.
Scrupulous moves are self
defined,and thus are the worlds’
action.never is there a heaven
which rejects avarice for if
not it will be poorer than
the burning abyss ,in which
all the thoughts are shunned.
In the sojourn too,called life,
never is a good without power,
who’s need is to suck to inoculate
them against the rest.If pardon
weren’t a tool then the hellish
glow on man kind would be thus
that the proclaimed god would too
jump in as there would be no world
to rule and no angle to entertain.
For a god damn culture which is
as stubborn as a rock,who finally
gets beaten out,the faith lies in
the fanatics who fail to see reason
but rather live in the stupidity.
For the culture which is as pure as
the rain drop,the power lies in its
heart,the power of love.For never
is a God more than love,the heart
of everything.For the rich life to
survive in the earth who’s cobwebs
and dust are painted over by mankind
there needs to be a messiah,who less
proclaims the right but merely tames
the snakes to a new song.Like the
red blood which flows and is the cause
of life,should be the spirit,and thus
to manage the vagabonds we need
a solution,and thus to save
the crimson sky from the concrete
and metal,we need to do no more
than think.For all cannot be a leader,
so cannot all be a subject.For all
the waters that flowed under the bridge
there was a single spirit,who took
it as its right to thread the unchallenged
minds.What lays ahead is what lays,
to be prudent is to be wise,for our
vise shall blow a inferno- one self
destructive blow,that rids of all
the filth.And thus to be hygienic,
and a true creature let us join to
stitch the worn blanket called a
oneness,the oneness of all the
creatures together,for they to
shall rule,we are the master
spirits of the age alone,none but
the present,what is hit young
shall grow with it,and thus shall
the thoughts,what we feed is what we
feel,let the star shine bright,let us be
humans,fear is not a vise and for
man and all it is that which creates
and moves and kills, for if not a
mixture is seen,then the shall
haunt like a distant memory
on the ultimate floor,called dream.
stitch in time saves nine.

and pl. if you have any views on them do share it with me.

Have a great journey!
Please if possible leave some photos at the blog. I would love to see people and world through you eyes. (I am a photographer…)
Any photo advice? No need for e-mail me: just fallow your visual insights…

Yours
Roberto[/quote]

hello Roberto,

Paulo has a photoblog!!!
check it out:
http://paulocoelhoblog.com/photo

Um abraço
Paulinha

Have a great journey!
Please if possible leave some photos at the blog. I would love to see people and world through you eyes. (I am a photographer…)
Any photo advice? No need for e-mail me: just fallow your visual insights…

Yours
Roberto

This is just what I needed, I feel there’re always steps to take in my journey. As many will agree the communication between our feet and the surface of earth is a place that I ‘ll call home, wherever I am. The subtsances of the earth them self brought to me revelances of what the importance of being here and now. I am still yearning of more pilgrimage, I probably won’t stop travelling. As I call my self only a visitor of this earth, a traveller of life.
I am home…

You always touch my heart. I climbed a mountain today thinking of what you wrote here. Need to put that smile back in my face, seems I have lost it somewhere…:)

Love,

Clover

Sound advice there, but i just wonder ehy do we remain ignorant even when we are subjeced to so much ‘wisdom’ from so many corners. Is is because we don’t really ( gosh ! me too ) want to come out of our ignorance. Anyway I don’t really understand when u or that chap says “Be fully aware that everything that has happened and everything that will happen is in each step you take “, i don’t understand this, how ???? and then is it only related to action or even the thoughts that we think, or even more bassic level the feelings that we entertain.

there are several other ‘questions’ in mind but nop need to burden the gang with all of them ? answers will come if I am really looking for them, so they say, now what is this ‘really’ looking for something?

regards

:-)
aditya

however, we are sent to die here, and it’s such a nonsense that we want to make a mark on the erath full of mortals like us; still we want to be successful, rich blah blah blah….irony isn’t it.

i stand out of myself and see myself doing acts with people, family, society…and let it happen…

This morning, I was realising (again) that I have lost the joy necessary to live. I cannot stop crying all the time and I feel a deep sadness in the bottom of my heart. I hope this could finish some day.