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Africa nel cuore.
La sera scivola tra le lenzuola,
lecca la tua spalla scura
calda come un frutto notturno
Canta, il mio cuore.
Mille sorrisi ballano nel buio
e si toccano e si intrecciano e si rincorrono e
questo basta.
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Sorry, for not publishing it in English…
Love,
Rossana
Aline
Deverias ler o livro “Anti Cancer’ de Pr David Servan Schreiber
Ha dieta mediterraneene para peder de peso.
Comes 5 legumes e 5 frutos diferentes com peixes, um dia, o frango oto e menos carne
Diga 0 d’tentar, bon coragem
Beijos
Forgive and forget?
I have experienced that I felt hurt by people I love. In my childhood it were my parents, my brother, my teacher and later the ones I falled in love. The biggest pain I felt by the last ones. Of course I tried to find the fault on myself. But feeling the pain in my deep inside I always said to myself : “Just forgive and give a new chance to everybody. And to you too.”(the last knowledge is a younger one). Forget?…..Let`s saying like it: “I don`t try to remember painful moments”, but I know they are here…..sometimes I feel sad and I guess that the reason is in some of that hidden remembrances. I guess you are right, maybe we must tell it to the people that have hurted us or our feelings, so that they don`t hurt other people too… But it has to be done at the right time. In my case I guess it`s to late…. Sometimes it`s good to not wake up sleeping dogs.
I found THIS video today and… I have no words!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY
Olá Paulo!!!
Pensei…Que vou escrever no blog que não é meu?
bem, mas porque não externar meus sentimentos? Se a maioria de seus
livros é sobre eles: nossos sentimentos.
Eu ando triste, ando apaixonada, mas não por quem me deixa triste.
Quem me deixa triste hoje, já o amei muito, ontem. E quem me deixa apaixonada ,não conheço, não sei quem é, nunca o vi. Mas como pode isso? eu também me pergunto. E esses sentimentos se gladiam dentro de mim. A razão e a loucura, o certo e o errado, o esperado e o imprevisivel. Como arde ofogo do amor, como já dizia o poeta ” é ferida que doi e não se sente, é um contentamento descontente…”
Pois é… Como o corpo de repente sente falta… de um toque, de um cheiro. de um carinho. tantas palavras ditas, tantos sentimentos confessados sem medo, sobre a proteção da tela, e vc se vê, diante de tantas palavras, apaixonado.Por quem? Você não sabe…pois é um internauta. rs
Rhó -rio de janeiro
One of the several poems from my pen. Here i have tried to pen down everything that i wish me and all in the society to do.Kindly give your feedbacks on http://www.mihirsthoughts.blogspot.com
My Vision For India
Where each syllable of the breath yearns to raise masses,
Where each eyes have a spark that dazzles with a vision,
Where genes in brains have a passion to serve the poor and destitute,
Where intelligentsia is coupled with wisdom,
Where technology is coupled with creativity,
Where knowledge is based on rationality,
Where education has never lost its reason,
Where altruism and not Hinduism or Islam is but the religion,
Where the poorest of the poor and not those dead stones is but the deity,
Where entrepreneurs are born not to earn profit but to generate employment,
Where teachers teach not because they ought to but because they love to,
Where Doctors treat not the patients but the diseases,
Where each one joins a job not to earn a livelihood but to add values to it,
Where the only parameter for economy is the common being and not a handful of billionaires,
Where they contribute to relief funds not to save taxes and get publicity but to save the needy,
Where the only feeling is for the poor and needy,
Where the only objective is the well being of the society,
Where you help not to do an obligation but because it gives you an immense satisfaction,
Where there is no fear and no hesitation,
Where there is no ego and no envy,
Where there is no begging but demanding and demanding the highest,
Where the air is full of the aroma of love and compassion,
Where each one of us is constructive and each moment is productive,
Where your smile is natural and laughter is spontaneous,
Where life is never monotonous and no more restricted to limitations,
Under the shadow of that sky and into the age of that prosperity,
Dear friend!! Drive yourself and your countrymen.
Very nice piece of poetry,Gurkaran Singh Samra.
Em uma outra dimensão como você vê a seguinte situação?
Uma moça de 29 anos que é do bem, tem sede de viver e fome de vida, sempre quis ser ela mesma, viver intensamente , sentir emoções, ri, chorar, amar, sofrer e ser feliz mas não consegue porque é gorda. Ela tem compulsão por comida, come muito e a cada dia que passa engorda mais e mais. Os movimentos são tolhidos, as idéias fervilham mas ela não sai do lugar. Tem vergonha de si e medo do que os outros acham dela. A gordura a poda de tudo. Já tentou todas as dietas tomou todos os remédios , emagrece e engorda desde criancinha. Está sofrendo muito por estar perdendo a vida que passa pela janela. Ela come muito em seguida vomita e logo como mais , mais, mais e mais…. S.O.S
hello. i have been struggeling with this subject for several months. i want to first of all pose another question. can u forgive someone who hurt u even tho they will never admitt to lies and never asks for forgiveness. and really can the body and mind ever forget the feeling of being forsaken? doesnt this feeling of despare and pain change forever how u view the world? i would agree with Mr. coelho in this instance. this type of person should not be allowed to get away without consequence. but i question my own karma and wonder if it is my place to create consequences or is it the universe that serves up consequence? ive heard if u dont know what to do in a situation, dont do anything , in time the answers will come to u. is revenge a righous additude? doesnt seem so.
P.S.
Gurkaran Singh Samra
I like your poem :)
I, at times, have a hard time deciding whether I like a piece of Art because the person is renown, or because the artwork itself speaks to me.
I’m trying to let it go, relax, not worry so much.
I’m always worrying. It’s much too tiring.
I’m 19. I don’t know what I want to do with my life, except, take next semester off (Uni) and spend six months on my own, pretty much, with no responsibilities other than my three shifts at work a few hours a week, and take some road trips, dabble my toe in the pool of my enjoyments, and see how I like that, how I enjoy that.
Why do we victimise ourselves?
I had a very strange dream last night, and it seemed pretty cool, but I don’t remember it anymore :( I have this vague picture in my head, but I don’t know what it is of.
I now beleive, A problem shared is a Problem Halved.
People don’t take you so seriously when you keep reverting, in reference to your habits, your way of life. When an addict continues to relapse, they need some people around them who will be there, regardless. We need more of those people in this world. I suppose, I should start with myself.
I ramble, yes I do, and I love it! :)
Au revoir!
Have a lovely day everybody! :)
the other day i went to get ur book “The winner… and i saw the books in the top shelve.
i asked the sell person y r those books r so high there?
and he answered me that ur books Mr. Paulo and the BIBLE books r the books that people r most stealing!!!! can u imagine?
i was looking and i took a pic. ill send it one of this day so u will see.
and it is in toronto,
in a way i thought to my self this might be a complemente for u – BIBLE- and ur books r vvvvvery wanted!
lol
lots of love
orly
Здравствуйте! После того, когда поймещь произошедшее – простишь. Ты поймешь, что все, что происходит в этом мире – мы притягивам к себе своими мыслями, действиями, привычками. Так если мы это к себе притянули – как можно не простить – простишь, конечно. А забудешь или нет – это уже не важно. Главное – понять, что нужно сделать или как измениться для того, чтобы уже никогда такого к себе не притянуть.
LETTING GO (a self composed poem)
He lay there forlorn and broken,
his mind- numb; with no more thoughts to be spoken,
his eyes echoed a sad tale,
as he lay there drowning in agony, ever so weak, ever so frail,
a story of love; a journey of hope; a dream of life,
he lay there- a tired traveller with nothing to show for his endless struggle; for his selfless strife.
He lay there motionless, silent and deceptively serene,
he lay there- a troubled mind; with turbulent thoughts; with eyes drained of life’s magical gleam,
his forehead ridden with many a brooding crease,
ironic that they shared roots with his treasured quest for peace,
for he had ventured out; a young heart full of good intention,
to find freedom from sorrow, suffering, conflict and unwanted tension,
only to return- outlawed by the crowd’s norm of sane convention.
The pursuit of happiness is what he had sought,
it had been the ‘good fight’ he so willingly had fought,
but now there he lay; almost defeated- bruised and battered by the harsh lessons his life had taught.
His tears had run dry,
as he approached the pivotal thought- questioning his desire to die,
for living was now burdened by pain,
he had done his best but it always seemed to end in vain,
he closed his eyes; as if to accept his fate,
he spread his arms wide; as if to let go of all he had once loved and all he had learnt to forgive- not hate.
It was in the acceptance of that second,
in that very moment- as the shadows crept closer and as darkness menacingly beckoned…
the tired traveller paused…
and then… he smiled…
In that moment of letting go; inspired by the desire to live no more; inspired by the morbid desire to be dead,
he heard a voice from within that said,
“I don’t want to die,
I want to breath, laugh, love and cry”,
he heard a voice that innocently said,
“I don’t want to die,
I want to live life to the fullest instead!!!”
It was in the acceptance of that second,
that he had discovered his prized peace; he truly reckoned,
for he had stumbled upon tranquillity,
and by letting go; he had set himself free,
by letting go; he had redeemed his destiny,
he had unshackled himself from self imposed resistance,
and in that moment of acceptance,
he once again appreciated the purpose of his existence.
Thank you, Alexandra: I am happy I could share it with you.
It came out after a very long silence… thanks to the passion I am going through, and thanks to all of you and Paulo for waking my heart up again!!
Love,
Rossana
In my opinion most part of people can forgive but never forget. At least that’s aw I think. First to forgive someone you, have to love that person, he or she, really as to be special and have some meaning in your life. When that person hurt you in a deep way you will forgive, but never forget the gets and attitudes, that you did not understood at the time, because in the future in some similar occasion with the same or with a different person, your wound will open again some way, and some au it will help you to cross that situation, and never let that append again. That does not mean to be a bad our a good person, but just being human, and learn every day, especially with the people that hurt us every day.
Forgive it can make us good persons and humans, not forgetting make us wise.
a gypsy from Andalousia.Some members of my family didn’t want us to keep contact with gypsies.Coincidence I have used her name?Coincidence I almost was named Sarah as the Black Virgin?Coincidence I have put the song “Isobel” by Bjork on my blog few day before my mother’s arrival?
I’m really proud and I wish I could know more about her,have a picture or something.Somehow I always knew.This is like reconnecting with a part of yourself who has been missing.This is like finding the truth.I love you Isobel.We are one.I don’t think I’m wrong.Apparently my greatgrandma was a mean person,that was her who didn’t want my family to talk and go and see the gypsies.I think Isabel was the beautiful soul.If only I could know more about her.
Perhaps I should go to Andalousia.But I’m proud and happy.
Have a wonderful day everyone!
Hi everyone,I hope you had a wonderful weekend.
My family came over,had a great time.The weather helped too.
I’m grateful that my mother is better.I have found out a treasure about who I am this weekend.Some years ago,I had started to use “Isobel” as a pseudo sometimes and I don’t know why.I liked it very much.Along with a family name that belongs to my grandmother’s side.My mother just told me about a woman from our family,a aunt who was named Isabella.She was a
Brava, Rosanna. Nice poem,thanks
On your myspace profil you’re asking, wether we do forgive and forget. What’s concerning myself, i try do do both, because of two reasons. First, forgiving and forgetting both are making my life easier. Carrying anger and hate with me, is just like a heavy weight and a feeling of steady anger and fear. Both, anger and fear, did sometimes worry me extremly. SO comforts my soul to forgive and forget.
Second is, that a friendship, coming out of a situation of anger and later forgiving, may become a very strong relationship, because both had experienced the other in a very deep way. So, if both are able to forgive and forget, the can trust each other muxch more.
I hope that i was able to explane what i think about that theme, please forgive me my simple english. It was a several years ago, that i spoke it daily.
yours sencerely
Lutz
I wish everybody a wonderful time.Today,with no special reason, I feel just well, in peace with the world and with myself.
Here a nice song,if anybody willing to hear it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCYgh4UYoUs
I retired from a successful career in Education in October 2008. Because I’m one of those people who likes to deconstruct life as it unfolds, I began a blog on feminist women entering retirement four months before “R” day. I knew that I’d need to do what I’ve always done to make sense of this transition. I need to give this a lot of thought, to dig deeply into what retirement means to a feminist woman on the brink of a new adventure. What will my identity be? What will I do every day? Will it be lonely? Will I become everyone’s go-fer? What should I expect emotionally? Will I stay healthy? Will life shrink? How will my partner deal with me not being a workaholic? What music should I listen to? So many questions to think about and so many ideas to explore.
And so in July 2008 I started a blog which would give me a space to do this thinking; a space that could be supported by the thinking of other women (and men), of other crones who can share their wisdom, insight and guidance. I used Gloria Steinem’s words to encapsulate what I was hoping for: “Let’s just look at the concrete realities, a few of them, because there’s so many it literally bogs down and we could all go home and get in our beds. But, let’s just begin with where we are.”
I’m almost six months into retirement now and feeling utterly lost. Not sure who I am. Not sure what I want. Feeling invisible more than anything else. Here I am at the point in my life where I really could be making a difference – after all, I have lots of time to work with – and yet I’m feeling stuck, sad, lonely and drained. I know I could do what I’ve always done and just start filling up my calendar with activities that would keep me one step ahead of my thoughts and feelings, but why would I really want to do that?
I hope some of you will join me at http://www.forthefirstime.ca and share your own insights and wisdom and stories. Come explore this landscape with me, and invite your other strong women (and men) friends to join us. Together with other women (and perhaps some men who think about these sorts of things) – as has always been the way for me – we’ll forge some new understanding and find ways to share what we learn with others.
Africa nel cuore.
La sera scivola tra le lenzuola,
lecca la tua spalla scura
calda come un frutto notturno
Canta, il mio cuore.
Mille sorrisi ballano nel buio
e si toccano e si intrecciano e si rincorrono e
questo basta.
*********************
Sorry, for not publishing it in English…
Love,
Rossana
Hello All,
I just finished the winner stands alone and for me it’s a departure from the style of writing that draws me to Mr. Coelho’s works. This is not a critical statement, but a mere observation. While I did not find myself underlining and marking in the margins like as I typically do, I believe this book is still to be shared and discussed because it address many very real and very universal issues. I appreciated the book and saw a lot of myself in many of the characters. The was a line in the book that spoke to me and in my own words it says: “instead of us trying to figure out how to save the planet we need to figure out how to save ourselves from the planet”. This statement resonated in my mind for a time and I was compelled to share it with a friend. I appreciate God’s creation and the beating it has taken over the years by the human race, yet it’s still alive and we are being destroyed by naturally occurring events/organisms as inhabitants of the earth. Creation can NEVER be understood nor destroyed, but we’ll keep trying and we’ll keep failing in our attempts and life will continue whether it’s human life or not. I’m committed to respecting all of creation. Thank you for words that stimulated this realization in my heart.