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Action of time

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It’s funny to see how somethings inside of us change, and others stay apparently still.
Following the idea that even our cells are constantly being replaced for new ones, our ideas, tastes and hopes also go changing and being replaced, every single day.

Some of our feelings, deep inside, are also exposed to the action of time and even though we don’t clearly notice it, when they wake up, they surprise us with old tastes, but completely new sensations about it.

The other day, after all the travelling around the world I have done for the past 20 years or so, I caught myself sitting on a bus station, waiting for a bus to visit a dear friend of mine, from my very teenage years. I have had a car, all through my adult life, so the whole experience felt very new, funny, exciting for me.

Suddenly, awaiting for the bus, I had it all there, right in front of me.
I could taste, see and feel exactly how it was, 26 years ago, at that same spot.

I was a girl that felt in cloistered in a city that didn’t have anything to offer or challenge me, a dreammer and a quite smart girl surrounded by very ignorant people who’s aim in life was to get married and grow old. To me, while that city ment death for me, that place ( a bus station) ment the vortex to life itself. I remembered getting any possible excuses to grab the first bus out of there and stay away as long as I could. I did that many times and dreamed of the day I could really drive out of there and never, never look back. So I did.

And because of that I was happy enough to do amazing things in life, to travel, to see and live stuff so beautiful that no explanations are possible and no other soul would be able to relate to the kind of magic life can be and offer, if not having such desperate, hungry soul and eyes like mine.

I felt very compassionate with the girl I was. I understood how much she suffered back then and how unappropriated she felt in that poor, weird, hostile environment. I honour my effort to get me out of there. And I am really happy I ever did.

In the other hand, destiny brought me back… It was like life wanted to show me that not everything, out of a hell-ish experience, was lost. At that point I understood that some treasures in life grow in the darkest times and places and makes us better people because we endured it.

I realized that the friend I was going now to visit was one of the few greatest gifts I got for free from life. I thought: “She is worth it” and so she is.

I understood that maybe that dark moment of my existance was so that I could meet and keep a friend like her for life. I understood that she saved my life back then, by only being my friend, and while I felt so disconected to that world, she brought me back to the very delicate sense of being happy no matter where or how.

Vania, I have a few things I didn’t say back then that i can say now:

You saved me.
You made it worth.
You transcend friendship, time and space.
I love you.
Thank you.

And now I am sure: all adversities bare beautiful, magical, hidden gifts in it.
For me, you were it!
And I am happy to be back for you!

{egrĂ©gora – egregore – egregor}

Alguns trabalhos, assim como algumas pessoas, nos permite evoluir a alma.

  “Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.”
— Antoine De Saint Exupery

terça-feira * tuesday * tirsdag * martedì

Life is such an unstable thing!
Days aren´t alike; one day you have money, the other day you don´t. One day you feel like it´s all set, the other day you are about to restart and reinvent everything!
Sometimes life is like precious china on a cabinet, delicate and fragile, the kind of beauty that bares in it self unknown possibilities, ready to be used on great and exquisite adventures, happy moments and delightful experiences. It may break in action, of course, but always keeps the high hopes of glorious feasts, making it all worth trying. Body and soul are fed by unspeakable sensations. Even for a brief moment, the chances validate all of it´s existence.
On the other hand, it can also stand still for decades, used as ornament, garnishing impossible and unreachable moments that may as well never happen. Objects of appreciation that will never be touched and may not even ever feel the warm presence of love. Eye contact, perhaps, will be the only available or possible interaction and it´s cold glass enamel will serve as barrier between the fine, peaceful or cheerful motifs and the rest of the world. It will provide remarkable and ever glancing colors to be shown, will help the surface to remain intact from the damage of time, keeping away all the scratches of use and protecting it against  price and value depreciation.
And yet… it may never be seen, tasted, touched or appreciated as it surely could. After a while, it may be forgotten or discarded, handled carelessly and stored in the darkness of time, left to dust, mold and mildew of solitude and loneliness. In the end, if the fine porcelain isn´t broken by mishandle, it will remain cold and sad, memoryless and ever empty, or even heartbroken from it´s lack of purpose on existing.
The very ending is unpredictable. Perhaps will be the same for all fragile china on the cabinet, but undoubtfully, the possibility of it´s best use is worth the try, worth the risks. The chance of joy shouldn´t be taken for granted, and should, most definitely not be given away for somebody else´s final decision.
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Yesterday I felt fragile and vulnerable. I was afraid of life because I was afraid of perishing  without knowing how it was going to be and end. I felt like I was unappreciated and I gave somebody else the power to decide over my fate. Life was a promise of sad and loneliness. Giving away my all I was asking for betrayl and tyranny and that´s precisely what I got. Fortunately I woke up before I broke up. Some damage was already done, but it didn´t break my spirit and the fresh air of freedom allowed me to breath again. Healing requests time, but I´m willing to try. I know I´m in good hands now: my own hands.Besides all that, I have friends. And friends are one of life´s true gifts that unconditionally and unpretentiously reminds you of how great you really are. Priceless… as all good things in life.
Beauty is worth it´s fragility and ephemerality.
To my son (my very best friend) and my friends (they know exactly who they are).

Much love, Lu, Lulu, Luciana.

LolĂ´ & Lulu

friends are sisters that we choose

friends are angels that we find

friends are people that we love

above and beyond anything, friends are a gift from life.

Happy birthday LolĂ´. Happy life, always.

day of may

Friendship IXX by Khalil Gibran
And a youth said, “Speak to us of Friendship.”

Your friend is your needs answered.

He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.

And he is your board and your fireside.

For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.

When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the “nay” in your own mind, nor do you withhold the “ay.”

And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;

For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.

When you part from your friend, you grieve not;

For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.

And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.

For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.

And let your best be for your friend.

If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.

For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?

Seek him always with hours to live.

For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.

And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.

For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

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Dear Friends: I´m grateful for your existence in my life (and you know who you are)…<3

water – água – vand – acqua

In times of darkness and pain, angels, disguised as friends send us hidden messages that are pure alchemy, pure blessing, pure love.

So did a friend of mine today. I hope you too enjoy this lesson.

Become a Lake

An aging Hindu master grew tired of his apprentice complaining, and so, one morning, sent him for some salt. When the apprentice returned, the master instructed the unhappy young man to put a handful of salt in a glass of water and then to drink it. “How does it taste?” the master asked. “Bitter,” spit the apprentice. The master then asked the young man to take another handful of salt and put it in the lake nearby. Once the apprentice swirled his handful of salt in the water, the old man said, “Now drink from the lake.” As the water dripped down the young man’s chin, the master asked, “How does it taste?” “Fresh,” remarked the apprentice. “Do you taste the salt?” asked the master. “No,” said the young man.

At this, the master took the young man’s hands, offering, “The pain of life is pure salt; no more, no less. The amount of pain in life remains exactly the same. However, the amount of bitterness we taste depends on the container we put the pain in. So when you are in pain, the only thing you can do is to enlarge your sense of things . . .

STOP BEING A GLASS. BECOME A LAKE.”

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  O velho Mestre pediu a um jovem triste que colocasse uma mão cheia de sal em um copo de água e bebesse.
-‘Qual Ă© o gosto?’ – perguntou o Mestre.
-Ruim’ – disse o aprendiz.
O Mestre sorriu e pediu ao jovem que pegasse outra mĂŁo cheia de sal e levasse a um lago.
Os dois caminharam em silĂŞncio e o jovem jogou o sal no lago. EntĂŁo o velho disse:
-‘Beba um pouco dessa água’.Enquanto a água escorria do queixo do jovem o Mestre perguntou:
-‘Qual Ă© o gosto?’
-‘Bom!disse o rapaz.
-‘VocĂŞ sente o gosto do sal?’ perguntou o Mestre.
-‘NĂŁo disse o jovem.
 Mestre então, sentou ao lado do jovem, pegou em suas mãos e disse
-‘A dor na vida de uma pessoa nĂŁo muda. Mas o sabor da dor depende de onde
a colocamos. Quando vocĂŞ sentir dor, a Ăşnica coisa que vocĂŞ deve fazer Ă©
aumentar o sentido de tudo o que está a sua volta.
É dar mais valor ao que você tem do que ao que você perdeu. Em outras palavras:
“É deixar de Ser copo, para tornar-se um Lago.”

friendship

Life without friends is like night without stars, summer without sun, gardens without flowers, cinema without popcorn, winter without snow, christmas without presents, birthday without cake, party without music… It´s just not right.

Relationships can fail (they eventually do), but friendships are essential.

Besides, it stands a better chance of overcoming time. No expectations, just acceptance. Freedom and faithfulness.

Thank you friends for believing, helping, supporting and definetely being there when the weak and the cowards choose the easy way out.

You do know who you are… Thank you all. What about you? What does friendship mean to you?