We keep fighting to transform evil into good not because we have any choice, but because we have no choice.

We fight through the night and the darkness with light not because we fancy it but because all other means lead to despair.

We hold the banner of hope not because we have by our utmost reached it, but because we desperately seek it and hold to it.

...

"There is no light" whispers the night and our bowels answer "there is no hope"...
Our memory is our accuser and our hearts have no redeemer..

Who will cast life to the dead and laughter to the one that has been torn apart?
We hold on the banner of HOPE high; it is what we can do. Yet beyond our strengths, beyond our nature it persists, YES a banner that is born of our death and is therefore not of us. Cast away it was and is, yet it higher waves above our corpses because in us it cannot be found. Look above, raise your brow, there beyond death you will see it as vivid as the pain you now feel.

Não mais um des-amor

Enquanto meditava estes dias eu percebi o quanto amei.
Cada fragmento, ainda que quebrado, tal caco de vidro arranhado pelo asfalto, amei.
O problema maior está não no amor, mas em nao se des-amar.
O des-amor nunca foi inventado, não existe (e por mais que o diabo queira não existirá).

Quem por mais que quisesse pode desfazer um cafuné?
Quem por mais que queira consegue des-cheirar? des-chorar? des-dar-se?
Quem por mais que queira pode desfazer um ombro chorado?

"Fidelidade até mesmo à ex é o que tens" por vez me disseram.
Purissima verdade que só hoje entendo, ao saber por fim que não existe des-amor.
Realidade mais forte isso por fim traz a tona ao maior mandamento:
"Amarás" é o que o Senhor diz, não por assim necessitar, mas por não existir o des-amor.

Dreams at the Shelter

// I just found my notes on three dreams I had on the night of the 10th to the 11th of October while I was volunteering at the Shelter, this is the account:

First movement. "I dreamed that I was given the explanation of the meaning of the word Hallelujah (הַלְּלוּיָהּ or ἀλληλούϊα). In my dream, although I cannot recall how the explanation came to me, I was told that Hallelujah is an acronym that contains itself. It is a word of worship that (as a self referent acronym) propagates in an infinite fractal of self referent and out going praise to the God almighty."

Second movement. "The enigma of the numbers from 1 to 100 (*which I will explain bellow) with answers 7, 5 and 1 teach the relation between honesty and efficiency, and also how distorted intentions put you in a privileged position, although distorted position full of vanity."

Third movement. "Twice baptized, once for God and once for man."

// On my notes I also wrote to myself to not forget to write about my constant feeling of non-belonging and being not-welcome coexisting with a feeling of belovedness and kindness. I wrote that I ought to write the connection between these feelings and the storm in the ocean that God has control. Sadly I do not remember the things I intended to write back then...

//* On the enigma of the numbers from 1 to 100, please refer to the preface of this work (my masters dissertation) . There are three possible assumptions to the problem, the first assumes that to all questions made, the answer-er will have a direct answer (yes or no), the second possibility of assumptions (that is a little bit more humbling) assumes that it may not be possible to obtain the answer. Between these two possibilities the more humbling actually reaches truth faster (5 questions as opposed to 7)! This is a powerful lesson, honesty(towards our incapacity to answer all questions) and efficiency are correlated in a positive way, the more honest you are towards your incapacity to answer questions the faster you reach the correct answer. The last possibility of assumptions is that the one asking questions is not interested in the truth, but only in "being correct", this puts him in a very comfortable position in which as demonstrated, he needs only 1 question to reach his goal, the lesson however shows that for this possibility, no matter how many times he repeats this procedure, he will remain not knowing the true answer.

D-us é misericordioso!

O Senhor nos trouxe uma nova e boa companhia!
É um lembrete de que toda vida é um milagre de que toda boa dádiva é uma misericórdia!

Pois este é o seu nome, misericórdia para nos lembrar da Misericordia que vem aos famintos. Prepare mamãe o seu amor e prepare papai a sua esperança pois pela fé de João o caminho do Senhor será preparado!

Palavras de um irmão mais velho de João e um irmão mais novo de Liz.

Aquele que outrora era chamado de Ivo chará de Joãozinho (D-us é misericordioso), e agora chamado de David (o amado) te saúda.

// Carta escrita em homenagem ao chá de bebê do João, filho de Liz e Pedro Paulo Valente

Uma noite de inverno

// Uma indicação de minha irmã mais nova

Quando a neve cai na janela
E os sinos noturnos repicam longamente,
A mesa, posta para muitos,
E a casa está preparada.
Há quem, na peregrinação,
Chegue ao portal da senda misteriosa,
Florescência dourada da árvore misericórdia,
Da força fria que emana da terra.
O peregrino entra, silenciosamente,
Na soleira, a dor petrifica-se,
Então resplandecem, na luz incondicional,
Pão e Vinho sobre a mesa

(Georg Trakl, poeta expressionista austríaco 1887-1914)

Pontualidade é um lugar muito solitário e a perfeição é um local inóspito.

Lightbringer in Achor

//  “I am the lightbringer to this dark world. Whoever follows me tonight will dissipate darkness and live in hope and peace forever.”  (Addapted from John 8:12)

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// Long ago I heard of this wretched valley and now my pilgrimage has brought my feet to this place, the valley of Achor. Achor is the valley where Achan brought disgrace uppon all of Israel (Joshua 7). In this place so many have followed Achan's steps to hide the spoils of battle believing there will be no consequences. Unfortunately it has been like soo for so many years and the concequences infact have still not arrived. Achan's punishment was not enough to contain the greedy and neither have there been any among us capable to undo the wrong done in Achor.

// Today, it seems as if in Achor evil goes unpunished and to do good is a torment.

// It is written that "There I will give her back her vineyards, and will make the Valley of Achor a door of hope." (Hosea 2:15). Achor, my friend, is despair, trouble, undeserved punishment, injustice, intolerable crimes and craven's doings. It is not written that "I will make My house of prayer a door of hope"  in the contrary, the voice that prepares the way is found in the desert, far from the temple, far from comfort, far from prepared food and a warm blanket.

// What then can restore our vineyards? In a valley that produces disgrace the answer is clear and hopeless. It comes to you like a whisper in the night, an unwanted visitor that enters your home from underneath the crack of the door saying the correct answer ...                                             ..."nothing" it says and immediately leaves you alone with no chance to respond nor to look into his eyes. You are left with yourself and tears, if I may commend.

// In this valley if you stay even more still than the night then you may hear what is not being said. But for that you must search in the right places. These places I cannot descibe, and most probably where we wish less to search or even when we give up searching; then we may read what is not written... they say that He himself came to the desert in search for blessing in the waters... baptized by the hands of the one that dwells in this wretched place. It is also said that He was visited by the unwanted as well in this place...

//  These are the words that I, pilgrim Theophius, heard in Achor: "I know how to unleash eternal power"  (Addapted from Mathew 28:18). Although I must say, these words are not here in Achor to be heard.

// This was the voice in the desert that brought me these words:

Pentakill - Lightbringer

Fellow armsmen, I ask you,
Will you follow me tonight to break their spine,
And reclaim what once was mine?
Those cravens.

Backstabbed me, deceived me,
Never shall I tolerate their crimes again,
Now let the hunt begin.

7000 souls, scared and daunted, such tale of woe,
Not too long ago, this village was a golden
scene of hope.

Call down the reckoning,
To bring back hope and peace,
Restore our gloria,
To live forever.

Bring down the dark regime,
I know how to unleash eternal power,
Lead us to order,
I am the Lightbringer!

Fellow warriors, I ask you,
Should my campaign come to an end?
There’s way more to avenge.

15 million souls,
Living in this realm without much hope,
Not too long ago, this kingdom was a golden
state of hope.

Salmo

Salmo de David à Deus por sua bondade em revelar caminhos de otimalidade em sua busca por conhecer os meios de colher e mapear para sua nação.

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Gloria a Deus por sua bondade! Ele abre a mão e nos sacia de coisas boas.

Ele brinca com o leviatã que criou e a todas as outras coisas fez com sabedoria.

Ele estuda com seus servos e sustenta os que nele confiam.

Ele ensina Àqueles que estudam e concede àquele que busca! Gloria a Deus!

Ao solitário quem fará companhia e ao triste quem trará consolo? Só o Deus que a tudo pode e a todos quer bem!

A sua multiforme sabedoria e bondade sao incomparáveis! Bendiga o Senhor a minha alma!

Pode o homem entender o caminho do abutre no ceu? Ou do navio no mar? 

Acaso o caminho da serpente na rocha ja foi compreendido para conhecermos o caminho do homem com uma moça? Não!

Ao homem Deus concede conforme seu querer e Ele concede com bondade a todos que buscam, batem e pedem a sua porta!

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Salmo baseado em Lc 9   Sl 104  &  Pv 30

"Há três coisas misteriosas demais para mim,

quatro que enão consigo entender:

o caminho do abutre no céu,

o caminho da serpente sobre a rocha,

o caminho do navio em alto mar,

e o caminho do homem com uma moça."

Into The West

Into the West

 

By: Fran Walsh, Howard Shore, Annie Lennox

Para a Letra Clique aqui: Into the West

Selma com C

Se sei q será c essa assim,
essa num sabe se sim.
Seria a Celma sempre incerta?
Sumida e invisivel para mim?


Sempre sem saber se sim!

Só sei q sem a Celma estou.
Um interesssado a furtou?
A aliança sumiu num susto!
Me veio também sem custo...


Então q importa?


Nada paguei por essa aventura (logo)
reclamar nao posso pela desventura.
Voltarei a vida de judew cristão
ser o bom e velho eunuco ermitão!

Q alívio!