Like a stained glass bottle, that held different liquids and solids for a long time, permanently staining its inner surfaces, an imprint of something long gone. Now an empty shell moving aimelessly on the neverending ocean.
I walk around --- Eu ando por aí
Often so carefree --- muitas vezes tão despreocupada
observing in all places --- observando em todos os lugares
some amazing sightings to see --- vistas incríveis de se ver
Some, filled with so much history, --- algumas cheias de tantas histórias
Of remarkable past and cultural indetities, --- de notáveis passados e identidades culturais
But none of which could possibly belong to me, --- mas nenhum poderia possivelmente pertencer a mim
and never I, to it. --- e nunca eu a eles (esses lugares)
An outcast amidst --- uma pária em meio de
A sea of new and ol' faces, --- um mar de rostos novos e já conhecidos
each hiding a story and --- cada um escondendo ua história e
a bravery we not always get to meet. --- uma coragem que nem sempre a gente tem a chance de ver/conhecer
And some of us worry --- e alguns de nós nos preocupamos
That with each face --- que om cada rosto
comes a chance of disappointment; --- vem uma chance de decepção
an ache started from ourselves, --- uma dor partindo de nós mesmos
a reflection on others with us involved. --- um reflexo naqueles que estão envolvidos conosco
But with each face also comes --- mas com cada rosto, tem também
a surprising potentiality --- um potencial surpreendente
of spectacular future past memories. --- de espetaculares de um futuro do passado.
Uma peça de um jogo de xadrez, em um tabuleiro de damas... que se quebra, se estilhaça em mil cacos de vidro coloridos, reluzindo uma luz que nao se refrata nem reflete... e esses cacos vao se juntando, formando uma cena de mozaico... uma menina, sentada numa mureta azul mediana, usada de parapeito de um corredor extenso, com varias portas do lado oposto da mureta... um corredor cheio de pessoas, a maioria jovens, conversando entretidos entre si, sem notar a menina na mureta, que os observava enquanto observava o cenario todo, caquinhos de vidro coloridos amontoados no meio de suas maos fechadas em uma concha em seu colo... e entao um sinal alto, barulhento, estridente ressoa por todo o lugar, e enquanto o corredor se apinhava e esvaziava, ela fecha as maos sobre os cacos, e antes que a primeira gota de sangue atingisse o chao, a menina desaperece no ar.
Sonnet XXVI, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I lived with visions for my company
Instead of men and women, years ago,
And found them gentle mates, nor thought to know
A sweeter music than they played to me.
But soon their trailing purple was not free
Of this world’s dust, their lutes did silent grow,
And I myself grew faint and blind below
Their vanishing eyes. Then thou didst come—to be,
Beloved, what they seemed. Their shining fronts,
Their songs, their splendours—better, yet the same,
As river-water hallowed into fonts—
Met in thee, and from out thee overcame
My soul with satisfaction of all wants—
Because God’s gifts put man’s best dreams to shame.
A poem I read and listened to the other day, that resonated deeply. Unavoidably.
Breathe, by Becky Hemsley
She sat at the back
and they said she was shy,
She led from the front
and they hated her pride.
They asked her advice
and then questioned her guidance,
They branded her loud
then were shocked by her silence,
When she shared no ambition
they said it was sad,
So she told them her dreams
and they said she was mad,
They told her they’d listen
then covered their ears,
And gave her a hug while
they laughed at her fears,
And she listened to all of it
thinking she should,
Be the girl they told her to be
best as she could,
But one day she asked
what was best for herself,
Instead of trying
to please everyone else,
So she walked to the forest
and stood with the trees,
She heard the wind whisper
and dance with the leaves,
She spoke to the willow,
the elm and the pine,
And she told them what she’d
been told time after time,
She told them she felt
she was never enough,
She was either too little
or far far too much,
Too loud or too quiet,
too fierce or too weak,
Too wise or too foolish,
too bold or too meek,
Then she found a small clearing
surrounded by firs,
And she stopped…and she heard
what the trees said to her,
And she sat there for hours
not wanting to leave,
For the forest said nothing
it just let her breathe.
Breathe, by Becky Hemsley
She sat at the back
and they said she was shy,
She led from the front
and they hated her pride.
They asked her advice
and then questioned her guidance,
They branded her loud
then were shocked by her silence,
When she shared no ambition
they said it was sad,
So she told them her dreams
and they said she was mad,
They told her they’d listen
then covered their ears,
And gave her a hug while
they laughed at her fears,
And she listened to all of it
thinking she should,
Be the girl they told her to be
best as she could,
But one day she asked
what was best for herself,
Instead of trying
to please everyone else,
So she walked to the forest
and stood with the trees,
She heard the wind whisper
and dance with the leaves,
She spoke to the willow,
the elm and the pine,
And she told them what she’d
been told time after time,
She told them she felt
she was never enough,
She was either too little
or far far too much,
Too loud or too quiet,
too fierce or too weak,
Too wise or too foolish,
too bold or too meek,
Then she found a small clearing
surrounded by firs,
And she stopped…and she heard
what the trees said to her,
And she sat there for hours
not wanting to leave,
For the forest said nothing
it just let her breathe.
Deus nosso Pai,
que Sois todo poder e bondade,
dai força àqueles que passam pela provação,
dai luz àqueles que procuram a verdade,
e ponde no coração do homem a compaixão e a caridade.
Deus,
dai ao viajante a estrela Guia,
ao aflito a consolação,
ao doente o repouso.
Pai,
dai ao culpado o arrependimento,
ao espírito, a verdade,
à criança o guia,
ao órfão, o pai.
Que a vossa bondade se estenda sobre tudo que criaste.
Piedade, Senhor, para aqueles que não Vos conhecem, e
esperança para aqueles que sofrem.
Que a Vossa bondade permita aos espíritos consoladores, derramarem por toda à parte a paz, a esperança e a fé.
Deus,
um raio, uma faísca do Vosso divino amor pode abrasar a Terra, deixai-nos beber na fonte dessa bondade fecunda e infinita, e todas as lagrimas secarão, todas as dores acalmar-se-ão.
Um só coração, um só pensamento subirá até Vós,
como um grito de reconhecimento e de amor.
Como Moisés sobre a montanha,
nós Vos esperamos com os braços abertos.
Oh! bondade, Oh! Poder, Oh! beleza, Oh! perfeição,
queremos de alguma sorte merecer Vossa misericórdia.
Deus,
Dai-nos a força no progresso de subir até Vós,
Dai-nos a caridade pura,
Dai-nos a fé e a razão,
Dai-nos a simplicidade que fará de nossas almas
O espelho onde refletirá um dia a Vossa Santíssima imagem.
que Sois todo poder e bondade,
dai força àqueles que passam pela provação,
dai luz àqueles que procuram a verdade,
e ponde no coração do homem a compaixão e a caridade.
Deus,
dai ao viajante a estrela Guia,
ao aflito a consolação,
ao doente o repouso.
Pai,
dai ao culpado o arrependimento,
ao espírito, a verdade,
à criança o guia,
ao órfão, o pai.
Que a vossa bondade se estenda sobre tudo que criaste.
Piedade, Senhor, para aqueles que não Vos conhecem, e
esperança para aqueles que sofrem.
Que a Vossa bondade permita aos espíritos consoladores, derramarem por toda à parte a paz, a esperança e a fé.
Deus,
um raio, uma faísca do Vosso divino amor pode abrasar a Terra, deixai-nos beber na fonte dessa bondade fecunda e infinita, e todas as lagrimas secarão, todas as dores acalmar-se-ão.
Um só coração, um só pensamento subirá até Vós,
como um grito de reconhecimento e de amor.
Como Moisés sobre a montanha,
nós Vos esperamos com os braços abertos.
Oh! bondade, Oh! Poder, Oh! beleza, Oh! perfeição,
queremos de alguma sorte merecer Vossa misericórdia.
Deus,
Dai-nos a força no progresso de subir até Vós,
Dai-nos a caridade pura,
Dai-nos a fé e a razão,
Dai-nos a simplicidade que fará de nossas almas
O espelho onde refletirá um dia a Vossa Santíssima imagem.
Not because of the mistakes themselves, but eventually I had to adapt my behaviour in order to be able to manage the consequences or the outcomes of the consequences of those mistakes. In some cases the new adapted behaviour made me more seasoned, tougher, smarter... in all cases, they broke my soul in a lesser or grander degree... but I guess even broken glass can shine.
I'm thinking about how many millions of people speak up without thinking even once about whatever it may be in advance... yet, in my attempt to not make that same mistake, I only managed to silence my voice so much, that now my thoughts are nothing but a rainbow scrambled in smoothie of tones, while I comfortably fenced myself out and away from everyone, consciously kept in my private little world. Yet, I'm not convinced I'm in the wrong, but I'm sure I'm not right. C'est la vie. :)
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