Um dos melhores blogs que encontrei nos ultimos tempos:
“Terra Sertaneja” por Ademar Bogo
“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
This is a song of protest against myself
For not living my life the way i could.
It’s not a song of sorrow ‘cause I’m not sorry anymore:
I’m free to rise from the dead, start all over again,
Find my way and learn to live.
Assistimos a duas dicotomias convergentes- mais maldade e mistificação do que é o genuíno desenvolvimento sustentável: por um lado são imenos os entraves legais: é na criação de zonas livres de OGM, é na recuperação de edifícios, é no arrendamento a jovens em centros urbanos, é na mobilidade urbana e adaptada e construção de ciclovias, é no orçamento participativo, é nas cidades sustentáveis..e pior de tudo, criamos cada vez mais excluídos/iniquidade e a privataria está a humilhar os excluídos! (…)
When I’m out on a long run, the only thing that matters is finishing the run. For once, my brain isn’t going blehblehbleh all the time. Everything quiets down, and the only thing going on is pure flow. It’s just me and the movement and the motion. That’s what I love—just being a barbarian, running through woods.
Jenn Shelton, p. 149
Born To Run, Christopher McDougall
This is another great difference between our civilization and yours. You admire the man who pushes his way to the top in any walk of life, while we admire the man who abandons his ego.
Seven Years In Tibet