Archives for July 2008

Image of the Day : Dante’s Divine Comedy by Gustave Doré

Dante\'s Divine Comedy by Gustave Doré

Image of the Day : Santiago de Compostela

Santiago de Compostela

Quote of the Day

By Paulo Coelho

At the beginning of his struggle, the Warrior says: “I have dreams.”
(Manual of the Warrior of Light)

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Today’s Question by Aart Hilal

Your new book is critical to religion, where dictates and doctrine are stronger than compassion and effort to serve. Did someone warn you against the eventual controversy caused by celebrating the Great Mother – or did you even warn yourself sometimes?

I always knew the potential for controversy in this book but I also thought that the feminine side of God is increasingly being recognized. People are no longer interested purely in religion, what matters now is personal faith. And you can see that this preoccupation is taking the lead in all nations despite the extremisms that, unfortunately, are more visible.

Image of the Day : Melencolia by Albrecht Dürer

Melencolia by Albrecht Dürer

The creative process

By Paulo Coelho

All creative processes, be they in literature, engineering, computing – and even in love – always respect the same rules: the cycle of nature. Here is a list of the stages along this process:

a] ploughing the field: the moment the soil is turned, oxygen penetrates places it was unable to previously. The field gets a fresh look, the earth which was on top is now below, and that which was underneath has come to the surface. This process of interior revolution is very important – because, just as the field’s new look will see sunlight for the first time, and be dazzled by it, a new assessment of our values will allow us to see life innocently, without ingenuity. Thus we will be prepared for the miracle of inspiration. A good creator must know how to continually turn over his values, and never be content with that which he believes he understands.

b] sowing: all work is the fruit of contact with life. A creative man cannot lock himself in an ivory tower; he must be in contact with his fellow men, and share his human condition. He never knows, at the outset, which things will be important to him in the future, so the more intense his life is, the more possibilities he will create for an original language. Le Corbusier said that: “as long as man tried to fly by imitating birds, he couldn’t succeed.” The same applies to the artist: although he translates emotions, the language he is translating is not fully understood by him, and if he tries to imitate or control his inspiration, he will never obtain that which he desires. He must allow his life to sow the fertile soil of his unconscious.

c] growth: there is a time in which the work writes itself, freely, at the bottom of the author’s soul – before it dares show itself. In the case of literature, for example, the book influences the writer, and vice versa. It is this moment which the Brazilian poet Carlos Drummond de Andrade refers to, when he states that we should never try to recover lost verses, for they never deserved to see the light of day. I know people who, during a growth period, spend their whole time furiously taking notes on everything which comes into their head, without respecting that which is being written in the unconscious. The result is that the notes, which are the fruit of memory, end up disturbing the fruit of inspiration. The creator must respect the time of gestation, although he knows – just like the farmer – that he is only partially in control of his field; it is subject to drought and floods. But if he knows how to wait, the stronger plants, which can resist bad weather, will come to light with great force.

d] the harvest: the moment when man manifests on a conscious plane that which he sowed and allowed to grow. If he harvests early, the fruit is green, if he harvests late, the fruit is rotten. Every artist recognizes the arrival of this moment; although some aspects may not have matured fully, some ideas not be crystal clear, they reorganize themselves as the work is produced. Without fear and with great discipline, he understands that he must work from dawn to dusk, until the work is finished.

And what to do with the results of the harvest? Again, we look to Mother Nature: she shares everything with everyone. An artist who wishes to keep his work to himself, is not being fair with that which he received from the present moment, nor with the inheritance and teachings of his forefathers. If we leave the grain stored in the granary, it will go bad, even though it was harvested at the right time. When the harvest is over, the time comes to share, without fear or shame, your own soul.

That is the artist’s mission, however painful or glorious.

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Quote of the Day

By Paulo Coelho

The Warrior of Light does not keep company with those who wish to harm him.
(Manual of the Warrior of Light)

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Today’s Question by Aart Hilal

The Witch of Portobello is also about a faith, religion and doubts. What is your relation to the religion and church? In spite of your Jesuit education you tend to kind of personal faith based on love…

I grew up, like almost all Brazilians, in a strictly Catholic family. Later, at the age of rebellion, I doubted about Catholicism, and felt that I must try something new. Then I became a hippie. During this time, I travelled a lot, met people of different backgrounds, and had learnt different paths to come closer to spirituality. After I did a pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela, I returned to the Catholic faith just because it is in my blood, not because it is the best religion.
I am a catholic, but I don’t think you can put God in a church. God is everywhere. All religions have advantages and disadvantages.
Furthermore I don’t think love is at odds with Christianity. Jesus message was above all a message of love to humanity.

Edizione nº 177 – Per che cosa le donne pensano che le amiamo

In questo caso, il titolo della newsletter è improprio. Poiché nel Guerriero della Luce Online precedente ho detto che mi rifiutavo di scrivere sulle ragioni per le quali gli uomini amano le donne (sarei stato considerato uno scrittore sudamericano machista, che disprezza i movimenti di liberazione dell’altro sesso), una lettrice di nome Julia ha deciso di farlo per me. Quindi, abbiamo la versione femminile del perché noi amiamo le donne. Ovviamente non sono d’accordo con tutto, ma questa è una tribuna (relativamente) libera. Leggiamo dunque quello che Julia ha da dirci:

Noi uomini amiamo le donne perché loro si credono ancora delle adolescenti, anche quando sono invecchiate.

Perché sorridono ogni volta che passano accanto a un bambino.

Perché camminano erette per la strada, guardando sempre avanti, e non si girano mai per ringraziare o ricambiare un sorriso e il complimento che rivolgiamo loro quando passano.

Perché a letto sono audaci, non perché abbiano una natura perversa, ma perché desiderano piacerci.

Perché fanno tutto cií² che è necessario perché la casa sia in ordine e perfetta, e non si aspettano mai un riconoscimento per il lavoro fatto.

Perché non leggono riviste pornografiche.

Perché si sacrificano senza reclamare in nome dell’ideale di bellezza, affrontando depilatori, iniezioni di botox, macchine minacciose nelle palestre.

Perché preferiscono mangiare insalate.

Perché si disegnano e dipingono i visi con la stessa concentrazione di un Michelangelo all’opera nella Cappella Sistina.

Perché se desiderano sapere qualcosa sul proprio aspetto, si rivolgono ad altre donne e non ci disturbano con questo genere di domande.

Perché hanno delle loro maniere personali di risolvere i problemi, che noi non capiamo mai e che ci fanno impazzire.

Perché hanno compassione e dicono “io ti amo” proprio quando cominciano ad amarci di meno, per compensare quello che stiamo sentendo e notando.

Perché a volte si lamentano di cose che anche noi sentiamo, come raffreddori e dolori reumatici, e in questo modo capiamo che sono persone uguali a noi.

Perché scrivono romanzi d’amore.

Perché mentre i nostri eserciti invadono altri paesi, loro si mantengono salde nella loro guerra privata e inspiegabile per distruggere tutti gli scarafaggi del mondo.

Perché si sciolgono quando ascoltano i Rolling Stones che cantano “Angie”.

Perché sono capaci di andare a lavorare vestite come gli uomini, nei loro delicati tailleur pantaloni, mentre mai nessun uomo ha osato fare lo stesso mettendosi le gonne.

Perché nei film – e soltanto nei film – le donne non fanno mai il bagno prima di fare l’amore con i loro partner.

Perché riescono sempre a trovare un difetto convincente quando diciamo che un’altra donna è bella, e in cosí¬ ci rendono insicuri per quanto riguarda il nostro gusto.

Perché realmente prendono sul serio tutto quello che accade nella vita privata delle celebrití .

Perché riescono a fingere gli orgasmi con la stessa qualití  artistica della pií¹ famosa e talentuosa stella del cinema.

Perché adorano i cocktail esotici dai colori differenti e ornamenti delicati, mentre noi prendiamo sempre il nostro solito whisky.

Perché non perdono ore a pensare come poter abbordare quel bellissimo ragazzo che è salito sull’autobus.

Perché noi veniamo da loro, torneremo a loro, e fintanto che cií² non accade, viviamo orbitando intorno al corpo e alla mente femminile.

E io aggiungo: noi uomini le amiamo perché loro sono donne. Semplicemente questo.

Edií§í£o nº 177 – Por que as mulheres acham que as amamos?

Neste caso, o tí­tulo da newsletter é impróprio. Como no Guerreiro da Luz Online anterior eu disse que me recusava a escrever sobre as razíµes pelas quais os homens amam as mulheres (seria considerado um escritor sul-americano machista, que despreza os movimentos de libertaí§í£o do sexo oposto), uma leitora chamada Julia resolveu fazíª-lo por mim. Assim, temos a versí£o feminina de porque nós amamos as mulheres. Evidente que ní£o concordo com tudo, mas essa é uma tribuna (relativamente) livre. Vamos ler o que Julia tem para nos contar:

Nós, os homens, amamos as mulheres porque elas ainda se acham adolescentes mesmo depois que envelhecem.

Porque sorriem cada vez que passa por uma crianí§a.

Porque caminham eretas pelas ruas, olhando sempre em frente, e jamais se viram para agradecer ou retornar o sorriso e o cumprimento que fazemos quando passam.

Porque na cama sí£o ousadas, ní£o porque tenham uma natureza perversa, mas porque desejam nos agradar.

Porque fazem tudo que é necessário para que a casa esteja arrumada e perfeita, e jamais esperam reconhecimento pelo trabalho feito.

Porque ní£o líªem revistas pornográficas.

Porque se sacrificam sem reclamar em nome do ideal de beleza, enfrentando depiladores, injeí§íµes de botox, máquinas ameaí§adoras em academias de ginástica.

Porque preferem comer saladas.

Porque desenham e pintam suas faces com a mesma concentraí§í£o de um Michelangelo trabalhando na Capela Sixtina.

Porque se desejam saber algo sobre a própria aparíªncia, procuram outras mulheres e ní£o nos incomodam com este tipo de pergunta.

Porque tem suas próprias maneiras de resolver problemas, que jamais entendemos, e que nos enlouquece.

Porque tem compaixí£o, e dizem “eu te amo” precisamente quando comeí§am a nos amar menos, para compensar o que estamos sentindo e notando.

Porque í s vezes se queixam de coisas que também sentimos, como resfriados e dores reumáticas, e desta maneira entendemos que sí£o pessoas iguais a nós.

Porque escrevem romances de amor.

Porque enquanto nossos exércitos invadem outros paí­ses, elas se mantíªm firmes em sua guerra privada e inexplicável para acabar com todas as baratas do mundo.

Porque se derretem quando escutam os Rolling Stones cantando “Angie”.

Porque sí£o capazes de ir trabalhar vestidas como homens, em seus terninhos delicados, enquanto homem algum jamais ousou fazer o mesmo usando saias.

Porque nos filmes – e apenas nos filmes – elas jamais tomam banho antes de fazer amor com seus parceiros.

Porque sempre conseguem encontrar um defeito convincente quando dizemos que outra mulher é bonita, e desta maneira nos deixam inseguros a respeito de nosso gosto.

Porque realmente levam a sério tudo que está acontecendo na vida privada das celebridades.

Porque conseguem fingir orgasmos com a mesma qualidade artí­stica da mais famosa e talentosa estrela de cinema.

Porque adoram coquetéis exóticos com cores diferentes e ornamentos delicados, enquanto tomamos nosso uí­sque de sempre.

Porque ní£o perdem horas pensando como é que ví£o abordar o lindo rapaz que entrou no í´nibus.

Porque nós viemos delas, voltaremos para elas, e enquanto isso ní£o acontece, vivemos orbitando ao redor do corpo e da mente feminina.

E eu acrescento: nós, os homens, as amamos porque elas sí£o mulheres. Simples assim.

Édition nº 177 – Pourquoi les femmes pensent que nous les aimons

Dans ce cas, le titre de la newsletter est impropre. Comme dans le Guerrier de la Lumière Online précédent j’ai dit que je me refusais í  écrire sur les raisons pour lesquelles les hommes aiment les femmes (je serais considéré comme un écrivain sud-américain machiste qui méprise les mouvements de libération du sexe opposé), une lectrice du nom de Julia a décidé de le faire pour moi. Ainsi, nous avons la version féminine de la raison pour laquelle nous aimons les femmes. Évidemment, je ne suis pas d’accord avec tout í§a, mais ceci est une tribune (relativement) libre. Lisons ce que Julia a í  nous raconter:

Nous les hommes, nous aimons les femmes parce qu’elles se prennent encore pour des adolescentes, míªme quand elles vieillissent.

Parce qu’elles sourient chaque fois qu’elles passent pour une enfant.

Parce qu’elles marchent droit dans les rues, regardant toujours devant elles, et ne se retournent jamais pour remercier ou rendre un sourire et un compliment que nous avons envoyé sur leur passage.

Parce qu’au lit elles sont audacieuses, non pas parce qu’elles ont une nature perverse, mais parce qu’elles désirent nous faire plaisir.

Parce qu’elles font tout ce qu’il faut pour que la maison soit parfaitement rangée et n’attendent jamais de reconnaissance pour leur travail.

Parce qu’elles ne lisent pas de revues pornographiques.

Parce qu’elles se sacrifient sans se plaindre au nom de l’idéal de beauté, affrontant les épilations, les injections de Botox, des machines menaí§antes dans les salles de gymnastique.

Parce qu’elles préfèrent manger des salades.

Parce qu’elles dessinent et peignent leur visage avec la míªme concentration qu’un Michel-Ange travaillant í  la Chapelle Sixtine.

Parce que si elles veulent savoir quelque chose sur leur apparence, elles vont voir d’autres femmes et ne nous dérangent pas avec ce genre de question.

Parce qu’elles ont leurs manières propres de résoudre les problèmes, que nous ne comprenons jamais et qui nous rendent fous.

Parce qu’elles ont de la compassion et disent « je t’aime » précisément quand elles commencent í  moins nous aimer, pour compenser ce que nous ressentons et remarquons.

Parce qu’elles se plaignent parfois de choses que nous éprouvons aussi, comme des rhumes ou des douleurs rhumatismales, et c’est ainsi que nous comprenons qu’elles sont nos égales.

Parce qu’elles écrivent des romans d’amour.

Parce que pendant que nos armées envahissent d’autres pays, elles restent fermes dans leur guerre privée et inexplicable pour venir í  bout de tous les cafards du monde.

Parce qu’elles s’attendrissent quand elles écoutent les Rolling Stones chanter « Angie ».

Parce qu’elles sont capables d’aller travailler habillées comme des hommes, dans leurs petits costumes recherchés, alors qu’aucun homme n’a jamais osé en faire autant en portant des jupes.

Parce que dans les films – et seulement dans les films – elles ne prennent jamais un bain avant de faire l’amour avec leur partenaire.

Parce qu’elles arrivent toujours í  trouver un défaut convainquant quand disons qu’une autre femme est jolie, et de cette manière nous font douter de notre bon goí»t.

Parce qu’elles prennent vraiment au sérieux tout ce qui se passe dans la vie privée des célébrités.

Parce qu’elle savent feindre des orgasmes avec la míªme qualité artistique que la plus célèbre et talentueuse star de cinéma.

Parce qu’elles adorent les cocktails exotiques avec couleurs et ornements délicats, tandis que nous prenons notre whisky habituel.

Parce qu’elles ne perdent pas des heures í  se demander comment aborder le beau garí§on qui est monté dans l’autobus.

Parce que nous sommes venus d’elles, nous retournerons vers elles, et avant que cela arrive, nous passons notre vie í  tourner autour du corps et de l’esprit féminin.

Et j’ajoute : nous, les hommes, nous les aimons parce qu’elles sont des femmes. Tout simplement.

Edición nº 177 – Por qué las mujeres piensan que las amamos

En este caso, el tí­tulo del texto es inadecuado. Como dije en el Guerrero de la Luz Online anterior dije que me negaba a escribir personalmente sobre las razones por las que los hombres aman a las mujeres (serí­a considerado un escritor sudamericano machista, que desprecia los movimientos de liberación del sexo opuesto), una lectora llamada Julia resolvió hacerlo por mí­. Tenemos, por tanto, la versión femenina de por qué nosotros amamos a las mujeres. Está claro que no estoy de acuerdo con todo, pero esta es una tribuna (relativamente) libre. Leamos lo que Julia tiene que contarnos:

Nosotros, los hombres, amamos a las mujeres porque aún se creen adolescentes incluso después de haber envejecido.

Porque sonrí­en cada vez que se cruzan con un niño.

Porque caminan erguidas por las calles, mirando siempre al frente, y jamás se vuelven para agradecer o devolver la sonrisa y el saludo que les dedicamos mientras pasan.

Porque en la cama son osadas, y no porque tengan una naturaleza perversa, sino porque quieren agradarnos.

Porque hacen todo lo que haga falta para que la casa esté arreglada y perfecta, y jamás esperan reconocimiento por el trabajo realizado.

Porque no leen revistas pornográficas.

Porque se sacrifican sin quejarse en nombre de la belleza ideal, enfrentando depilatorios, inyecciones de Botox y amenazadoras máquinas de gimnasio.

Porque prefieren comer ensaladas.

Porque dibujan y pintan su cara con la misma concentración de un Miguel íngel trabajando en la Capilla Sixtina.

Porque si quieren saber algo sobre la apariencia que tienen, buscan a otras mujeres, sin incomodarnos con este tipo de preguntas.

Porque tienen sus propias maneras de resolver problemas, que jamás entendemos, y que nos enloquecen.

Porque son compasivas, y nos dicen “te quiero” justo cuando empiezan a querernos menos, para compensar lo que estamos sintiendo y notando.

Porque se quejan de cosas que también nosotros sentimos, como resfriados y dolores reumáticos, y de esta manera entendemos que son personas iguales a nosotros.

Porque escriben novelas de amor.

Porque mientras nuestros ejércitos invaden otros paí­ses, ellas se mantienen firmes en su guerra privada e inexplicable para acabar con todas las cucarachas del mundo.

Porque se derriten cuando escuchan a los Rolling Stones cantando “Angie”.

Porque son capaces de ir a trabajar vestidas como hombres, con chaqueta y pantalón -trajes pequeños y delicados- mientras que ningún hombre se atrevió jamás a hacer algo parecido llevando faldas.

Porque en las pelí­culas – y sólo en las pelí­culas – ellas nunca se duchan antes de hacer el amor con sus parejas.

Porque siempre consiguen encontrarle un defecto convincente a la mujer de la que decimos que es guapa, de manera que nos dejan inseguros en relación a nuestros propios gustos.

Porque se toman realmente en serio todo lo que sucede en las vidas privadas de los famosos.

Porque consiguen fingir orgasmos con la misma calidad artí­stica de la estrella de cine más famosa y con mayor talento.

Porque les encantan los cócteles exóticos de varios colores y con adornos delicados, mientras nosotros tomamos nuestro whisky de siempre.

Porque no pierden una eternidad de tiempo considerando la mejor manera de abordar al guapo muchacho que acabó de entrar en el autobús.

Porque nosotros vinimos de ellas, volveremos a ellas, y hasta que tal cosa ocurra, viviremos orbitando alrededor del cuerpo y de la mente femenina.

Y yo añado: nosotros, los hombres, las amamos porque son mujeres. Así­ de fácil.

Why women believe that we love them

By Paulo Coelho

In this case the title of the newsletter is not right. Since in the previous Warrior of Light Online I said refused to write about the reasons why men love woman (I would be considered a male chauvinist South-American writer who despises the liberation movement of the opposite sex), a reader called Julia decided to do it for me. So now we have the feminine version of why we love women. Of course, I don’t agree with everything, but this is a (relatively) free tribune. Let’s see what Julia has to tell us:

We men love women because they still feel they are adolescents even after they grow old.

Because they smile every time they pass a child.

Because they walk down the street erect, always looking straight ahead, never turning round to say thanks or return the smile or compliment we make when they pass by.

Because they are bold in bed, not because they have a perverse nature but because they want to please us.

Because they do everything necessary for the house to be tidy and perfect, and never expect any recognition for the work they have done.

Because they don’t read pornographic magazines.

Because they don’t complain about the sacrifices they make for the sake of the ideal of beauty, facing up to waxers, Botox injections and menacing machines in gyms.

Because they prefer to eat salads.

Because they draw and paint their faces with the same concentration as Michelangelo working on the Sistine Chapel.

Because if they want to know something about their own appearance, they ask other women and don’t bother us with this type of question.

Because they have their own ways of solving problems, which we never understand, and that makes us mad.

Because they feel compassion, and say “I love you” precisely when they are beginning to love us less, to make up for what we can feel and notice.

Because sometimes they complain about things that we feel too, such as colds and rheumatic pains, and then we understand that they are people just like us.

Because they write love stories.

Because while our armies invade other countries, they remain firm in their private and inexplicable war to put an end to all the cockroaches in the world.

Because they cry their eyes out when they hear the Rolling Stones singing “Angie”.

Because they are capable of going to work dressed like men, in their delicate little suits, whereas no man would ever dare go to work wearing a skirt.

Because in the movies – and only in the movies – they never take a shower before making love with their partners.

Because they always manage to find a convincing defect when we say that another woman is pretty, making us feel insecure about our taste.

Because they really take seriously everything that is happening in the private lives of celebrities.

Because they manage to fake orgasms with the same artistic quality as the most famous and talented of movie stars.

Because they just love exotic cocktails with different colors and delicate little ornaments, while we always have the same old whiskey.

Because they don’t waste hours thinking about how they are going to approach the pretty young man who has just come on the bus.

Because we came from them, will go back to them, and until that happens, live in orbit around the feminine body and soul.

And I would add: we men love them for being women. As simple as that.

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Image of the Day : The Lion

the lion

Quote of the Day

By Paulo Coelho

The noblest thing a human being can experience
is acceptance of the mystery.
(Brida)

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Today’s Question by Aart Hilal

Your new book, The Witch of Portobello, is critical to religion when doctrine is stronger than compassion and effort to serve. Did someone warn you against the eventual controversy caused by celebrating the Great Mother – or did you even warn yourself sometimes?

I always knew the potential for controversy in this book but I also thought that the feminine side of God is increasingly being recognized. People are no longer interested purely in religion, what matters now is personal faith. And you can see that this preoccupation is taking the lead in all nations despite the extremisms that, unfortunately, are more visible.

Image of the Day : The Pelican

The Pelican