Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Today writing is different from the old times.
All this gadget diversity has led the hand and the (fountain) pen as well as the thousands letters on the blank paper expressing feelings, tears, laughter to live apart.
In spite of this cruel separation … I find it so …
...we go on joining letters with letters plus punctuation, allowing the finger tips fly over the cold keyboard, which our heart gives life to.
To laugh and to cry.
Sadly or joyfully.
In a fury, with affection.
Times have changed but now the Feeling intensity works on words as ever.
Posted by M.P. at 8:33 pm
Friday, January 23, 2009
Neste silêncio de vozes que me lêem, contuinuarei a registar as emoções que me assolam.
I'm not in a hurry.
In this silence of voices which read me. I'll go on registering my emotions.
I'll carry on as ever...
writing whatever I feel like posting about.
Posted by M.P. at 10:20 pm
Thursday, January 22, 2009
A procura do Azul para além do gelo e das núvens, para além de Ser tornou-se evidentemente urgente .~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There's an evident urge for the search of Blue beyond the ice and clouds, beyond Being.
Posted by M.P. at 10:05 pm