sábado, 26 de março de 2011

Be like the Moon

The moon will never lie to anyone.
Be like the moon.
No one hates the moon or wants to kill it.
The moon does not take antidepressants and never gets sent to prison.
The moon never shot a guy in the face and ran away.
The moon has been around a long time and has never tried to rip anyone off.
The moon does not care who you want to touch or what color you are.
The moon treats everyone the same.
The moon never tries to get in on the guest list or use your name to impress others.
Be like the moon.
When others insult or belittle in an attempt to elevate themselves, the moon sits passively and watches, never lowering itself to anything that weak. The moon is beautiful and bright.
It needs no makeup to look beautiful.
The moon never shoves clouds out of its way so it can be seen.
The moon needs not fame or money to be powerful.
The moon never asks you to go to war to defend it.
Be like the moon."
- Henry Rollins.


A lua nunca mentiu a ninguém.
Sê como a lua.
Ninguém odeia a lua ou quer matá-la.
A lua nunca toma anti-depressivos e não pode enviada para a cadeia.
A lua nunca baleou ninguém na cara e fugiu.
A lua tem andado por cá já faz muito tempo e nunca tentou enganar ninguém.
A lua não se interessa por quem é que tu desejas tocar ou qual é a cor da tua pele.
A lua trata toda a gente do mesmo modo.
A lua nunca tentou pertencer à lista de convidados ou tentou usar o teu nome para impressionar os outros.
Sê como a lua.
Quando os outros insultam e humilham na tentativa de se elevarem a si mesmos,a lua permanece passiva e apenas olha, nunca se baixando perante algo tão reles.
A lua é bela e brilhante.
Não necessita de maquilhagem para ser bela.
A lua nunca empurra as nuvens fora do seu caminho apenas para que reparem nela.
A lua não precisa de fama ou dinheiro para ser poderosa.
A lua nunca te pede para ires para a guerra em seu nome.
SÊ COMO A LUA.

 
- Henry Rollins.
-Portuguese translation/BB

quarta-feira, 23 de março de 2011

I like the moon


Here´s a small video I found on You Tube from one of my favourite comtemporary American poets H.R.. I selected this video because it sort of reflects my own thoughts and feelings of life (and yonder) at this precise moment.Well, at least some of it_Thank God i´m not as pessimistic about life or my fellow man as Mr.Rollins is...Sure, I know this ain´t Heaven (and we al have a different definition of what "that" is) BUT_I still believe there´s a lot of good in this world, I see it every day.The moon is just a part of that wide spectrum of wonder and beauty that ONE should be thankful for...and I AM !
What about you ? Do you know any poem or have something to say about the moon?

Today the moon is high,iridescent and beautiful.
_Portugal,Lisbon,00.29 a.m._BB

sábado, 19 de março de 2011

ROUND LAND OF HORSES AND APPLES...

Ao Miguel, no seu 4º Aniversário, e contra o nuclear, naturalmente ...

Vais crescendo, meu filho, com a difícil

luz do mundo. Não foi um paraíso,

que não é medida humana, o que para ti

sonhei. Só quis que a terra fosse limpa,

nela pudesses respirar desperto

e aprender que todo homem, todo,

tem direito a sê-lo inteiramente

até ao fim. Terra de sol maduro,

redonda terra de cavalos e maçãs,

terra generosa, agora atormentada

no próprio coração; terra onde teu pai

e tua mãe amaram para que fosses

o pulsar da vida, tornada inferno

vivo onde nos vão encurralando

o medo, a ambição, a estupidez,

se não for demência apenas a razão;

terra inocente, terra atraiçoada,

em que nem sequer é já possível

pousar num rio os olhos de alegria,

e partilhar o pão, ou a palavra;

terra onde o ódio a tanta e tão vil

besta fardada é tudo o que nos resta;

abutres e chacais que do saber fizeram

comércio tão contrário à natureza

que só crimes e crimes e crimes pariam.

Que faremos nós, filho, para que a vida

seja mais que a cegueira e cobardia?

Poema de Eugénio de Andrade
Young foul/Portuguese garrano breed

To Miguel for his 4th birthday, and against nuclear power, of course ...

You grow up, my son, with the difficult

light of the world. It was not a paradise,

made of human measure, what I once had

dreamed for you. I only meant that the land be cleared,

And in it you could breath awake

and learn that every man, every man,

would be entitled to be so entirely,

until the end. Land of ripe sun,

round land of horses and apples,

generous land, now tormented

in its very heart, land where your father

and mother once loved

so that you could be the pulse of life

now turned into hell

where we become trapped

In fear, greed, stupidity,

Dementia turned into reason;

innocent land, betrayed land,

where it is not even possible

To rest ones eyes on a river of joy,

and share the bread, or the word;

land where so much hatred and vile

uniformed beast is all that remains;

vultures and jackals who have knowledge

trade so contrary to nature

criminals that give birth to crime.

What shall we do, son, so that life

is more than blindness and cowardness?

Poem by Eugénio de Andrade / English Translation by BB

sexta-feira, 18 de março de 2011

domingo, 13 de março de 2011

TUDO

Observo...observo que, muitas coisas podem ficar perdidas na tradução...mas o que posso dizer, se ao despregar os olhos do meu próprio umbigo,ao escutar o som do vento, ouço lamentos de uma terra distante, que fala o meu idioma...a minha língua...a voz da minha terra.
?
http://ultimonanbanjin.blogspot.com/
Expressa a tua solidariedade
Mostra o teu amor
Isso é TUDO...e tudo o resto são rumores.

sábado, 12 de março de 2011

Shu no Inori / Our Father in Japanese / Pai Nosso em Japonês

Shu no Inori / Our Father in Japanese / Pai Nosso em Japonês

Ten ni orareru watashi-tachi no Chichi yo,

minna ga sei tosaremasu yo ni.

Mi kuni ga kimasu yo ni.

Mi kokoro ga ten ni okona wareru tori chi ni mo okonawaremasu yo ni.

Watashitachi no hi goto no kate o kyo mo oatae kudasai.

Watashitachi no tsumi o yurushi kudasai.

Watashitachi mo hito o yurushimasu.

Watashitachi o yuwaku ni ochi irasezu, aku kara o sukui kudasai.

Amen

Our hearts and minds are with you._BB

terça-feira, 8 de março de 2011

Respiro / I Breathe


Short scene from the movie Respiro (2002)/ Amazing music piece (Nestor's Saga) by John Surman

The Fisherman by Rosemarie E. Bishop

I saw an old fisherman out in a boat,
rocking alone on the rippling waters.
"Are you fishing for sport?" I called out to him,
trying to be friendly,
but he only waved.
Thinking that maybe he couldn't hear me to well,
I called out again in a louder voice.
"Are you fishing for food?" I asked him this time,
hoping I'd get a response.
Once again, he simply waved,
as his boat drifted a little more.
As he drew nearer, his face became clearer,
and soon I knew who he was.
"Are you fishing for me?" I asked Him this time,
knowing the answer before He replied.
The fisherman smiled as he held out his hand
and said to me, "Come aboard, Child."


To good friends..._BB

quarta-feira, 2 de março de 2011

"grawsome" :D or "A small tribute to a great friend".

In my attempt to make some sense of the world, I´ve decided to have a blog of my own where I could share some of my points of view with others, and try an make some new friends in the process. That was over a year now,maybe more. But truth be told, "bicando" became somewhat smaller and beyond my initial expectations.
I´m the one to blame really,I mean there´s only "so much" one can do when he´s always in a pressure to regain lost time (at least that´s my excuse lol)but...and there´s always a but, not a day goes by that I don´t feel happy for taking that initial step of starting a blog of my own.
You want to know why ? Well, because I found that this thing that we call the internet can be a great tool for reaching others and making some really good friends even that they are Oceans apart.
So here´s my small tribute to a great friend I found along the way,she´s a wonderful Artist (In the true sense of the word) and she´s taught me a lot not only about Art in it´s many genres but also about life and in the process about myself.
There were many names to include over here, but for now, I must say thank you suni thankyou so much, for summoning that "grawsome" (this is a new word I made up by the way)Genie that we call friendship.
Some great Artwork from suni, see some more at:
http://suniart.blogspot.com/