Archives for June 2011

ALEPH (the contest)

Be welcome to participate. Read the rules here: ALEPH, THE VIDEO CONTEST
The deadline for presenting the video is July 1, 2011. The winners will be announced on July 25, 2011.
Remember: you don’t need to buy or read the book – that it is published only in five countries so far
Important: ALEPH by Flavio Waiterman is not in the competition
but you can use as an example.

Below you find some interesting entries.
Looking forward to hearing from you
Paulo

(ALEPH updated publication dates > CLICK HERE)



ALEPH by Richard Kirov & Luba MIladinova

ALEPH by Fussel


ALEPH by Kantar,Turgut and Erkus

ALEPH by Lalou

Character of the week:Elizabeth Browning

Sonnet 14 from Sonnets from the Portuguese

If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love’s sake only. Do not say
“I love her for her smile””her look””her way
Of speaking gently,””for a trick of thought

That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day”””
For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may
Be changed, or change for thee,””and love, so wrought,

May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity’s wiping my cheeks dry,””
A creature might forget to weep, who bore

Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love’s sake, that evermore
Thou may’st love on, through love’s eternity.


Sonnet 43 from Sonnets from the Portuguese

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints,””I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!””and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning (6 March 1806 – 29 June 1861) was one of the most prominent poets of the Victorian era.

Your epitaph / Seu epitáfio

Once someone asked me:
“What do you want to be your epitaph?” [ text on your tombstone]
I answered:” I will be cremated, but if I ever had an epitaph, it would be:
‘ Paulo Coelho died while he was alive.” “

The person said “Why this epitaph? Everybody dies when he or she is alive.”
I said, “No, this is not true. If the same pattern is repeated over and over again, you are not alive anymore. To die alive is to take risks. To pay your price.”

Some epitaphs:

“Don’t Try” Charles Bukowski

The best is yet to come.” Frank Sinatra

“I had a lover’s quarrel with the world” Robert Frost

“Free at last. Free at last. Thank God Almighty I’m Free At Last.” Martin Luther King, Jr.

“A tomb now suffices him for whom the world was not enough” Alexander the Great

“Truth to your own spirit” Jim Morrison

SO, HERE IS MY QUESTION
What should be written in your tombstone?
Qual seria o seu epitáfio?

USE COMMENTS BELOW TO ANSWER, ALLOWING PEOPLE WHO ARE NEITHER IN TWITTER NOR IN FACEBOOK TO READ IT

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20 SEC READING: Zombies

Do you consider yourself wise? ( Stieg Hagen, Denmark)

I don’t know what you mean by wisdom.

Once someone asked me:
“What do you want to be your epitaph?” [ text on your tombstone]
I answered:” I will be cremated, but if I ever had an epitaph, it would be: ‘ Paulo Coelho died while he was alive.” ”

The person said “Why this epitaph? Everybody dies when he or she is alive.”
I said, “No, this is not true.”

If he same pattern is repeated over and over again, you are not alive anymore. To die alive is to take risks. To pay your price.

To do something that sometimes scares you but you should do because you may like or you may not like.

I don’t believe suicide is an option – but we have to die several times in this life, in order to understand it. “To die”, in this sense, is to get rid of the old values, and to move for a place that we don’t know, that we don’t feel secure, but at least that give us joy.

UPDATE: Yesterday I decided to ask my friends in Twitter: “What would be your epitaph?” Please be welcome to read the answers and add yours in my comments, by CLICKING HERE to allow people who are not in Facebook to read it
 
 
 

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1 MIN LEITURA: como a trilha foi aberta

Um dia, um bezerro precisou atravessar uma floresta virgem para voltar a seu pasto. Sendo animal irracional, abriu uma trilha tortuosa, cheia de curvas, subindo e descendo colinas.

No dia seguinte, um cí£o usou essa mesma trilha para atravessar a floresta. Depois foi a vez de um carneiro, lí­der de um rebanho, que vendo o espaí§o já aberto, fez seus companheiros seguirem por ali.

Mais tarde, os homens comeí§aram a usar esse caminho: abaixavam-se, desviavam-se de obstáculos, reclamando e praguejando – com toda razí£o.

Mas ní£o faziam nada para criar uma nova alternativa.

Depois de tanto uso, a trilha acabou virando uma estradinha onde os pobres animais se cansavam sob cargas pesadas, sendo obrigados a percorrer em tríªs horas uma distí¢ncia que poderia ser vencida em 30 minutos, caso ní£o seguissem o caminho aberto por um bezerro.

Muitos anos se passaram e a estradinha tornou-se a rua principal de um vilarejo, e posteriormente a avenida principal de uma cidade. Todos reclamavam do trí¢nsito, porque o trajeto era o pior possí­vel.

Enquanto isso, a velha e sábia floresta ria, ao ver que os homens tem a tendíªncia de seguir como cegos o caminho que já está aberto, sem nunca se perguntarem se aquela é a melhor escolha.

(baseado em uma história da India)

 
 
 

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A story in 6 words / Uma história em 6 palavras

Hemingway once wrote a story in just six words (“For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”) and is said to have called it his best work.
WIRED asked several writers to do the same. Here are some examples

With bloody hands, I say good-bye.
– Frank Miller

I’m your future, child. Don’t cry.
– Stephen Baxter

The baby’s blood type? Human, mostly.
– Orson Scott Card

WHY DON’T YOU USE “COMMENTS” HERE A DO THE SAME?
POR QUE NAO USAM OS “COMMENTS” AQUI E CONTAM UMA HISTORIA EM SEIS PALAVRAS?

UPDATE: 35 minutes after the post I had over 350 stories. And as I need to sleep, I must close the comments here. THANK YOU VERY MUCH for participating!

ATUALIZAçíƒO: 35 minutos depois do post eu tinha acima de 350 histórias. E como preciso dormir, vou fechar os comments aqui. MUITO OBRIGADO por terem participado!