13.1.16
30.12.15
5.11.15
8.9.15
"I keep looking for a place to fit
Where I can speak my mind
I've been trying hard to find the people
That I won't leave behind
They say I got brains
But they ain't doing me no good
I wish they could
Each time things start to happen again
I think I got something good goin' for myself
But what goes wrong
Sometimes I feel very sad
(Can't find nothin' I can put my heart and soul into)
I guess I just wasn't made for these times"
Where I can speak my mind
I've been trying hard to find the people
That I won't leave behind
They say I got brains
But they ain't doing me no good
I wish they could
Each time things start to happen again
I think I got something good goin' for myself
But what goes wrong
Sometimes I feel very sad
(Can't find nothin' I can put my heart and soul into)
I guess I just wasn't made for these times"
28.8.15
"The dialectic case of the 'things we do', the 'things we have done' and the 'things we are going to do' has been haunting present and earlier generations. For ages people have been confronted with the soul-searching question how should I interpret the past and how do I move forward. Linguistic sayings, which were inherited from century to century, gave us a good deal of remarkable advice and moral guidance in this field : " Do what is right and let come what come may ", " Do well and fear not ", " Do well and dread no shame "."
"It may be somewhat paradoxical to refer to shame as a 'feeling,' for while shame is initially painful, constant shaming leads to a deadening of feeling. Shame, like cold, is, in essence, the absence of warmth. And when it reaches overwhelming intensity, shame is experienced, like cold, as a feeling of numbness and deadness. [In Dante's Inferno] the lowest circle of hell was a region not of flames, but of ice---absolute coldness."
22.8.15
"Nobody sees anybody truly but all through the flaws of their own egos. That is the way we all see ...each other in life. Vanity, fear, desire, competition-- all such distortions within our own egos-- condition our vision of those in relation to us. Add to those distortions to our own egos the corresponding distortions in the egos of others, and you see how cloudy the glass must become through which we look at each other."
6.7.15
21.6.15
1.6.15
27.5.15
(Do vácuo espesso da ausência)
Seriamos completos, seriamos complementares
Haveria a plenitude, repleta de uma sombra de não-esquecimento
Da incompreensão e falta de comunicação
(quando dois amantes tornam-se mudos)
A irracionalidade alastrou-se e sob sua névoa negra,
a vaidade de ideologias perdurou, deformou-se em abismo
negligenciou afeto, negligenciou abnegação
Revestidos de máscaras e consumados por absurdos
Seremos seres pétreos: secos, indiferentes, estrangeiros condenados a serem nulos
Seriamos completos, seriamos complementares
Haveria a plenitude, repleta de uma sombra de não-esquecimento
Da incompreensão e falta de comunicação
(quando dois amantes tornam-se mudos)
A irracionalidade alastrou-se e sob sua névoa negra,
a vaidade de ideologias perdurou, deformou-se em abismo
negligenciou afeto, negligenciou abnegação
Revestidos de máscaras e consumados por absurdos
Seremos seres pétreos: secos, indiferentes, estrangeiros condenados a serem nulos
“There is a time in life when you expect the world to be always full of new things. And then comes a day when you realise that is not how it will be at all. You see that life will become a thing made of holes. Absences. Losses. Things that were there and are no longer. And you realise, too, that you have to grow around and between the gaps, (...)"
22.5.15
"The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are."
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