Hey guys,
I’m sorry but “The Porridge Effect” had to be delayed for 2 days. Not because I’m Portuguese and thus leave everything for the last minute, but because I’m still homeless and as Abraham Maslow (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maslow's_hierarchy_of_needs) defended a few years ago “One can only worry about upper needs, when the basic needs have been satisfying”. And clearly finding a place is more important (at least for now) than writing to you all. I never thought I would quote Maslow in such circumstances, but there you go.
Before my first official post, let me set some expectations for all of you who decide to follow me: (1) I won’t probably write every day, but I’ll try to do it as often as I can; (2) the purpose is to write about my every day experiences, life projects, news that interest me, and may interest my friends and stuff like that; (3) however, it will also have an educational purpose and therefore there will be weekly “Irish” curiosities, which may end up being complemented by “other-topic-related” curiosities; (4) Please send me comments and recommendations on what else you want to read and I may be able to write something about it; (5) the posts will be most of the times written in English and for the shorter ones I may translate to Portuguese. It’s not that I’m relegating my mother tongue to a lower importance level, but it’s just easier to write in English when one wants to get to a larger audience and has a large base of foreign friends (I know that sounds a bit cocky, but for those who know me, it’s really not). To compensate for the English here you go:
Isto
Dizem que finjo ou minto
Tudo que escrevo. Não.
Eu simplesmente sinto
Com a imaginação.
Não uso o coração.
Tudo o que sonho ou passo,
O que me falha ou finda,
É como que um terraço
Sobre outra coisa ainda.
Essa coisa é que é linda.
Por isso escrevo em meio
Do que não está de pé,
Livre do meu enleio,
Sério do que não é.
Sentir? Sinta quem lê!
Fernando Pessoa
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Não pude deixar de me lembrar de que Fernando Pessoa tinha também as palavras certas para descrever o início desta tua nova epopeia.
ReplyDeletePor isso aqui te deixo este bonito poema e com esta bonita imagem que ele tem o poder de nos trazer.
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Horizonte
Ó mar anterior a nós, teus medos
Tinham coral e praias e arvoredos.
Desvendadas a noite e a cerração,
As tormentas passadas e o mistério,
Abria em flor o Longe, e o Sul sidério
'Splendia sobre as naus da iniciação.
Linha severa da longínqua costa -
Quando a nau se aproxima ergue-se a encosta
Em árvores onde o Longe nada tinha;
Mais perto, abre-se a terra em sons e cores:
E, no desembarcar, há aves, flores,
Onde era só, de longe a abstracta linha.
O sonho é ver as formas invisíveis
Da distância imprecisa, e, com sensíveis
Movimentos da esp´rança e da vontade,
Buscar na linha fria do horizonte
A árvore, a praia, a flor, a ave, a fonte -
Os beijos merecidos da Verdade.
F.P.