Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
From now on a new energy around here
Posted by M.P. at 3:50 pm
Monday, July 05, 2010
Vai sendo o que é...
Será o que for...
Don't know what'll be...
It is like it is...
It'll be what'll be ...
Posted by M.P. at 4:01 pm
Wednesday, June 02, 2010
cortados do Passado
que o Presente quer salvar
da gula do Esquecimento do Futuro~~~~~~~~Memories are bits of Time
cut out of the Past
the Present wants to rescue
from the Forgetfulness greed of the Future
Posted by M.P. at 4:25 pm
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
On this Child's Day
I don't want
ONLY ONE DAY
to exist every year!
ALL the DAYS
the CHILD'S DAY!
Posted by M.P. at 5:18 pm
Sunday, May 30, 2010
But... even being so, I don't believe it turned to be that way.
It deceived me....
And ... That's that...
Posted by M.P. at 5:14 pm
Monday, May 17, 2010
I shout from myself into myself but I can't hear my voice!
Posted by M.P. at 11:52 pm
Sunday, May 09, 2010
Being present isn't the permanent being there without being.
Posted by M.P. at 6:24 pm
Tuesday, May 04, 2010
Not being fed with Past Moments
those Memories of Moments always Present
the Past will never be able to erase
Posted by M.P. at 11:15 pm
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
The Taste of Knowing how to Love is the Taste of Feeeling you're Loved
Posted by M.P. at 4:38 pm
Monday, April 26, 2010
There are Eyes which allow you to read the Soul.
There are those Eyes which can speak , which touch us deep in our heart making us understand there's a place deep inside we own and where we feel cozy...
It's GOOD to have Eyes making us feel so.
It's GOOD to have Feelings having Eyes like those.
Posted by M.P. at 8:38 pm
Saturday, April 24, 2010
E como é com os afectos?
Words .... go with the wind...
And how is it with affection??
Posted by M.P. at 8:33 pm
Friday, April 23, 2010
Se não existo... porque teimo eu querer ser quem sou??
Afinal não sou... porque não penso..
Então como é isto?
I don't think... therefore ... I am not..
If I am not ... why do I keep on wishing to be who Iam ??
If I am not ... because I don't think....
How come it 's so?
Posted by M.P. at 6:06 pm
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
I use the HEART to HEAR the VOICES the ears can't hear... and I'm happy to have been gifted this way...
Posted by M.P. at 8:43 pm
Sunday, April 18, 2010
de sílabas mais firmes,
no vértice das dunas
apenas um momento,
tão perto da beleza,
© 1968, Carlos de Oliveira
From: Trabalho Poético
Publisher: Assírio & Alvim, Lisboa, 2003
of firmer syllables,
on the summit of the dunes
for just a moment,
so close to beauty,
© Translation: 2004, Alexis Levitin
From: Guernica and Other Poems
Publisher: Guernica Editions, Toronto, 2004
Posted by M.P. at 6:00 pm
Thursday, April 15, 2010
What you are like has a projection on what you sometimes don't show but allow the others to sense.
Posted by M.P. at 8:45 am
Saturday, April 10, 2010
do que poderia ser mas já não é ...
Today is loaded with memories ... of what could have been and isn't anymore ... but that won't ever stop being...
Posted by M.P. at 8:50 pm
Friday, April 09, 2010
Há vezes em que mesmo no virtual é bom saber por perto quem se pensa ou se sabe que está tão longe.
"There's No Such Place As Far Away"
Today I thought of Richard Bach and the title of one of his works.
Sometimes it's good to know that even virtually those we know very far away happen to be within easy reach
Posted by M.P. at 11:02 pm
Thursday, April 08, 2010
é capaz de
AINDA haver DESCOBERTAS a DESCOBRIR
I've RE - discovered
DISCOVERIES are STILL likely to be DISCOVERED!
Posted by M.P. at 6:14 pm
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
I believe that everything goes beyond what it looks.
For better or for worse.
I want to believe it's for better.
What exists in a cruel reality kills what I naively (or not) want beyond all the appearences.
Be an idealist in this world of illusions is turning the alienation of that cruel and murderer reality easier.
I don't care if it is so.
Posted by M.P. at 6:11 pm
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
Mas será que ser terá de ser o que devo ser?
Be what I am doesn't tell me to be what I should be.
But... is it so that what you are must be what you should be?
Posted by M.P. at 10:59 am