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Listen to the rain. It sings. It whispers.
Listen to the rain. It heals. It covers.
I lay in the grass. Thinking. Wondering. The rain falling, splashing on my cold pail skin. Splashing on my hair. Dancing on my dress.
It's falling all around me. Covering me. Protecting me. My body. My heart. My soul.
Healing the wounds. Covering the scars.
I close my eyes and feel it's cold touch. Drop by drop. Sinking in my skin.
I listen to it fall. I listen to it whisper. I listen to it sing. I listen to the wind. Blowing screeching. Screaming. Pounding the rain against my body. Against the grass. I lesten to the thunder roll. Roar. Growl. I listen to the lightning crack and slash the dark sky.
I'm thinking. Wondering. Hoping. Hurting.
I'm thinking about you. Wondering about you. Hoping for you. Hurting for you.
I miss you. I need you.
The pain is unbarable. I can't stand to be away from ou. I can't stand not feeling your touch. I can't stand not hearing yur voice.
So I lay in the grass. I listen to the rain sing. I listen to it whisper.
I let it heal me. I let it cover me. I let it cover the scars.
I listen to the rain. It hides my tears. Washes them away. The wind carries waya my worries. My doubts. The thunder hides my cries. My sobs.
But the lightning brings you. Brings images of you. Brings memories of you.
I can't help but smile. I hold you dream catcher and tags tight against my chest. I hold our picture.
Another crash, another stike. I get you for one more night.
The sky gets darker and darker. More and more memories of you flash through my mind.
The rain grows harder, the lightning grows longer.
In the grass I lay, smiling, soaked. Clutching our picture. Clutching your tags. Clutching your dream catcher. The last memories with you.
I will meet you again. I will see you again. I will be in you arms again.
We will make it.
The wind dies down and the rain slows. The thunderstops, so does the lightning show. My show of you is over.
Sad once again I lay in the grass. Listening to the rain sing. Listen to the rain whisper.
I look at our picture. A tear escapes my eye.
I miss you. I wish I could be in our arms again. I wish you could hold me. I miss being with you. I miss hearing you.
Another tear added to my growing fear. My growing saddness.
Another tear for you. I miss you. I need you.
7 Versos Livres
Crença
O meu e o Seu coração
pode assumir qualquer forma:
1. Um prado para gazelas,
2. Um claustro para monges,
3. Um bálsamo para doentes
4. solo sagrado para crentes.
O credo do coração
é amor;
presente onde quer
que seu caminho se desvie.
Isso é a crença do coração
a fé do coração.
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Morrer para renascer
Sempre pergunte:
"Estou pronta para
mudar a minha vida,
estou pronta
para me mudar?”“.
Em qualquer idade
seja o que for que passamos,
é sempre possível renascer.
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Dificuldades, Problemas e Erros Linguísticos
A maioria
das Dificuldades
e dos problemas do mundo
deriva de erros linguísticos
e simples mal-entendidos.
Evite os erros:
nunca tome palavras pelo valor de face.
Quando você entra na zona do amor,
a linguagem como a conhecemos
se torna obsoleta.
Aquilo que não pode ser colocado
em palavras
só pode ser compreendido
através do silêncio.
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Ecos da montanha e o mundo
Este mundo é como uma montanha.
Seu eco depende de você.
Se você gritar coisas boas, o mundo vai devolver.
Se você gritar coisas ruins, o mundo vai devolver.
Fale sempre o bem.
Seja grata.
Mude seu coração para mudar o mundo.
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Passado e Futuro
O passado é uma interpretação.
O futuro está na ilusão.
O mundo não se move no tempo
procedendo do passado
para o futuro.
O tempo passa através
e dentro de nós,
em espirais infinitas.
A eternidade é intemporalidade.
Se quer experimentar
a iluminação eterna,
coloque o passado
e o futuro
fora de sua mente
e permaneça no momento presente.
Assim,
Vai criar um grande futuro
Hoje.
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Onde procurar
Onde procurar o céu
e o inferno no futuro.
Acredite:
ambos estão agora presentes.
sempre que conseguimos amar sem expectativas,
amar sem cálculos,
sem negociações,
estamos de fato no céu.
Sempre que brigamos,
Ou odiamos, estamos no inferno.
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Pacienciar
O que significa
pacienciar?
Significa
olhar para o espinho
e ver a rosa,
olhar a noite
e ver o amanhecer.
Impaciência significa
ter visão curta
e não ver a fruta
na semente.
Pessoas bem resolvidas
Pacienciam e
sabem que o tempo
é necessário
para que a lua crescente
se torne plena
a semente crie frutas.
Où allons nous? Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s “Where are we going” by T. Wignesan
Ils sont venus dans une petite ville
Une bande à moitié nue soumise silencieuse
Tout ce qui restait de leur tribu.
Ils sont venus à leur vieux territoire bora
Où beaucoup d’hommes blancs maintenant vont et viennent
comme des fourmis.
La pancarte de l’agent immobilier dit: “Il est permis de jeter
des ordures ici.”
Maintenant les ordures couvrent plus que la moitié du cercle
de bora.
“Nous sommes maintenant comme des étrangers, mais la
tribu blanche est en réalité des étrangers.
La terre nous appartient, sommes nous les héritiers des
vieilles coutumes.
Nous sommes la corroboree* et la terre bora.
Nous sommes de vieux rites, les lois de nos aïeux.
Nous sommes des contes des émerveilles du Temps de Rêves,
des légendes racontées de tribus.
Nous sommes le passé, les chasses et les jeux qui nous font rire, les feux allumés autour de nos campements ici et là.
Nous sommes des éclairs sur la Colline Graphemba
Eclatants et effrayants,
Et le Tonnerre venant après lui, ce gars bruyant.
Nous sommes le lever du soleil silencieux
Illuminant pas à pas la lagune enterrée par la nuit.
Nous sommes des ombres-épouvantes revenant
subrepticement aux feux de campement qui
s’éteignent doucement.
Nous sommes la Nature et le Passé, tout ce qui comporte nos
vieilles traditions
Maintenant en train de disparaître ici et là.
Les broussailles sont détruites, ainsi la chasse et la
rire.
L’aigle, lui, est déjà parti, l’émeu et le kangourou ont aussi quitté les lieux.
Le cercle du bora a disparu.
La corroborée a disparue.
Et nous sommes en train de disparaître.
*An Australian Aboriginal dance ceremony which may take the form of a sacred ritual or an informal gathering. 'Aborigines living in the coastal Kimberley region of Australia's top end sometimes dance a corroboree re-enacting the arrival of dingoes to Australia. (Oxford English Dictionary)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
A game of musical chairs has just begun in earnest. A pot and kettle band arrives
through the dining rooms’ French doors following the Valentine Queen. A putrid pink
flamingo with a croquet ball stuck in its beak settles it’s derrière onto a fine caramel
leather seat. His humor is short lived. A snort echoes from each of the six bullhorns
forming his head. “Got him that time, you really did, Matilda!” laughed Lucky, the
horn-backed chair. A single, rose-pink, button pops off Matilda’s back and lands in
the hatless brigands’ teapot, just as he is placing a silver tea ball inside. “Ou a le
petite fille?” Matilda groans. Around the far end of the table chasing a set of
disembodied eyes with a cat tail, a girl child runs screeching. “She looks familiar,
don’t she?” Windy whistles beneath the lacy tablecloth, tickling Mattie’s fancy. “Her
name ain’t Louise,” as with a plop, a brigand crushes Laddie’s rushes. The windsor
replies. “Geeeeeeeeez Louise!” the ladder-back mutters, between its back straps. A
top hat flies through the air and landed on the top knob of the lanky ladder backed
chair. The child righted herself, wiping her nose on the errant apron string. She lisps
through the spider web pattern of her seat. “Awww now what a shame,” Mary
whispers to Tex. The loose tails of her apron caught beneath Mary’s rocker and the
child tumbled face forward into a full cup of Assam tea. A girl child resplendent in
golden locks and white pinafore tore into the room planting herself on the caned
ladies rocker Mary. “Mon Dieu” She moans. “Ya’ll see that nasty monster splatter
chocolate icing on my skirt?” A knob kneed, potbellied prig, holding a cupcake,
shoves his way onto Matilda, the little ladies slipper chair. Tex the horned back chair
at the tables girdle chortles. “Do you know who’s been invited to this soiree?” The
rabbit topples over backward, his watch bashing his delicate pink nose. Windy
sneezes.“Aahhh chhhooo!” Tufts of fanny fur tickled between his spokes.
“Good golly Miss Molly,” shrieks Windy the windsor chair at the far end of the table,
as a wild-eyed, white rabbit with a gold watch plunked into his well-worn seat.
*Refer to "The Chairs Have it"
This poem can be read from the backwards too ;)
He knew he had rubbed against some big shoulders.
Some like him and other were anoyed. What bothered him was they all existing relationships of there own. Some were ones you didn't wanna get involved with, some were brotherish, some were fools who aligned for fun and entertaining the boss. The one where you were instructed to stroke the ego, of top ranked superstars often meant learning a something that detailed your place in the company. some of these relationships were real, these guys almost lived together. I remember one friday night the camera guy told me that saturday starts after friday, I thought he was helping me with being on time. But this jerk drank a six pack in my locker room knowing the boss uses the new guys lockerroom as his office, to help the new guys get instruction. Five members of the staff were in this large lockerroom with me and two new guys, and we separated to get dressed, well we had private roomes and showers,I showered and came out, and the boss asked me if i had a problem. I said know, he pulled up a bag and asked whats this? I said it aint mine. He leaned over to sniff me. And then the jerk came in and said it mine. It didn't do me any favors, later the Boss told me I should have told him it was the camera guys' what's up with that Jerk or something. Then I realized, they was positioning me. He stuck me in With Giant Crusha, the big guy who doesn't understand his own strenght. I was bruised, banged up and the next night he booked me againstSwainson Thrush and Marsh Wren, they tossed me out the ring in that handicap match, and dove down on me from every angle.
I looked up and masked men were flying everywhere. Man dude got me cornered and his elbow busted up me mouth. I had to get a manager man. I thought my mind and soul was solid enough
to get me through changes, but man dealing with people and taking care of contractual deals man: swamp aint big enough for the fox and the grouse.: croons the mockingbird. Sometimes the fox needs a little guidance. Thats why I hired the Services of Super Acco. Make the swamp into a lake let me do my thang! Factors of Producing a World Class Where to be admired. I'm the best Where anybody have ever seen! Kayfade, or starred I am the where: where they all wanna be!
I don't believe this how could it be?
The love of my life just walked out on me
Now is when the heartbreak comes to call
Unbelievably In an instant I just lost it All
Unsure whether to scream or to cry
Every part my Soul wants to die
I need you like I need the air
We had dreams why is life so unfair?
Together working towards our goal
Assumed wed be together & grow old
Unified your hand forever I would hold
Truth is you left me months ago
Optomistic heart refuses to let you go
Praying with help you'll get some clarity
Your heart knows you belong with ME
I love you why won't you let me in?
Amazing feeling your skin on my skin
We slacked didn't put each other first
Come back to me we can make it work
Remember the things we were gonna do?
no one on Earth for me there's only YOU
How I wish that you never got sick
Tell the Man I adore that hes sorely missed
That he's the sole owner of my heart
Remember we clicked right from the start?
The best first date ever on Earth
Can't imagine this soul crushing hurt
We said if we can't make it no one can
Dreamed of a life with my lover & best friend
.
You disappeared slowly, I hate this disease!
has completely devastated & ruined me
Our love story one of the greatest ever told
You are the piece that makes me whole
Somehow you forgot and left me lonely
Left alone and wracked with insecurity
We believed that we were meant to be
Brokenhearted as you slipped away slowly
We let this happen that's how it came to tbis
I believed that we agreed that we'd never quit
Suppose I just wasn't worth the fight?
You'll miss me on those cold lonely nights
I loved you since the day that we met
One day you'll be filled with such regret
Loyal & dedicated I did everything right
Fought for both of us put up a good fight
How can we fix this what can we do?
Finally figured out its not me its you
You understand me like precious few
Planned to wear those rings dreams of "I do"
Rare love that romantic poems are penned of
You don't give up on this kind of special love
Your heart knows I'm the best Women for you
Devastated watching as you fade from view
I
Translation of " Bury Me in a Free Land " by Frances E. W. Harper
(Homage to Frances Ellen Watkins HARPER, the First Black Lady of America, 1825 - 1911, Orphan, Poet, Novelist, Civil Rights Activist, Public Speaker, Suffragette, whose memorable lines of subdued indignation arise from controlled passions of the never-daunted Soul.)
Enterrez-moi dans un pays libre
Enterrez-moi où que soit vous voulez
Dans une plaine basse ou sur une colline élevée
Faites en sorte que le tombeau soit parmi les plus simples
Mais pas dans un pays où il y a d'esclaves
Je ne pourrais pas m'endormir si autour de ma tombe
J'entendais les pas d'un esclave tremblant
Son ombre couvrant ma tombe silencieuse
La fera un endroit où règnera une ambiance désastreuse
Je ne pourrais pas me calmer si j'entendais les pas
D'un coffle en train d'être conduit vers les corvées sans repas
Et la crie d'une mère désespéramment sans espoir
Montant comme une malédiction tremblant dans l'aire
Je ne pourrais pas m'endormir si j'apercevais le fouet
Buvant son sang dans chaque entaille qu'il faisait
Et je voyais ses bébés arrachés de sa poitrine
Comme des frémissantes colombes de leur nid d'origine
Je me réveillerai secouée tout d'un coup si j'entendais le hurlement
Des limiers en train de capturer leur proie humaine
Et si j'entendais ensuite leurs cris de supplice en vaine
Tandis qu'on rattachait de nouveau leurs pénibles chaines
Si je voyais des jeunes filles arrachées des bras de leurs mères
Et marchandaient et vendues pour leur jeunesse et beauté rare
Mes yeux seront illuminés d'une flamme de tristesse
Mes joues d'une pâleur de mort deviendront rouge sang de la détresse honteuse
Je dormirais, chers amis, où le pouvoir arrogant
Ne pouvait pas dérober aucun homme de son plus précieux droit existant
Mon séjour dans n'importe quelle tombe serai en paix
Là où personne peut dénommer ses frères des esclaves inégaux
Je n'ai aucune envie pour qu'on se souvient de moi par un monument, fier et imposant,
Pour attirer l'attention admirative des passants
Tout ce que mon âme réclame avec soif
Est qu'on ne m'enterre dans un pays d'esclaves
© T. Wignesan - Paris, November 22, 2018
The most beautiful girls,
Are those we imagine to love,
The ones we would like to invite to the restaurant
To drink champagne and grands crus,
The most beautiful girls, I know some,
Are the ones we imagine loving you,
They jump in taxis in Manhattan
To go see romantic comedies,
The most beautiful girls, you see them,
Are the ones you expect in your dreams,
The ones you hug in kitchens
Between two quails with grapes and cheese,
The most beautiful girls, from Paris, or Medellin
Are those who dream of loving you,
Those who love forbidden fruits, melons,
The pineapples and fruits of ice sorbets,
The most beautiful girls, I know others,
Are those you will never understand,
They have all the qualities of sinners,
They sink body and soul, like beasts
In the libraries you choose.
The most beautiful girls, the more intelligent
Are those to whom you offer roses,
Who want them undressed on a train,
To arrive tomorrow in Strasbourg or Brest,
They love crossing France from coast to coast.
Les plus belles filles,
Sont celles qu’on imagine aimer,
Celles qu’on voudrait inviter au restaurant
Pour boire du champagne et des grands crus,
Les plus belles filles, j’en connais certaines,
Sont celles qu’on imagine vous aimer,
Elles sautent dans des taxis à Manhattan
Pour aller voir des comédies romantiques,
Les plus belles filles, vous les voyez,
Sont celles que vous attendez dans vos rêves,
Celles que vous étreignez dans des cuisines
Entre deux cailles aux raisins et le fromage,
Les plus belles filles, de Paris, ou Medellin
Sont celles qui rêvent de vous aimer,
Celles qui aiment les fruits défendus, les melons,
Les ananas et les fruits des sorbets glacés,
Les plus belles filles, j’en connais d’autres,
Sont celles que vous ne comprendrez jamais,
Elles ont toutes les qualités des pécheresses,
Elles sombrent corps et âmes, comme des bêtes
Dans les bibliothèques que vous choisissez.
Les plus belles filles, les plus intelligentes
Sont celles auxquelles vous offrez des roses,
Qui veulent qu’on les déshabille dans un train,
Pour arriver demain à Strasbourg ou à Brest,
Elles aiment traverser la France de long en large.
Words I write...erased
Words I speak comes out one ear
Love I send...hated
Your words left unsaid
But, instead, tucked in my head
Wondrin' when it's said...
I dread the silence
I need you, I want you now
Patience...self-control
Singing and dancing
Playing piano in mere bliss
Thought of you kindly
Then, the atmosphere...
Gets colder and shatters me
Nothing matters...dear...
Words, like birds, release
Out of my once concealed lips
Take a look...hurry!
Please...please...pardon me
But, I express truthful thoughts
Truth hurts, feelings burn
Oceans~emotions~
My ears bleed because of you
Your problems are deep
Cut me open, fenced in
Wounds ripped apart by harsh words
I can break ease-ly
Lost inspiration
Given the impression of
I-Do-Not-Care-Hun
Do what you do best
Speak that speech, so blessed and free
Liberty loves rest
Bargain with me your-
Your words...your-your everything
Don't disappoint me
These lines are meaning-
Less than perfect, but more than
How you just view me...
Damaged to the core
Because your words translate that-
That you don't love me
(Anymore...
Anymore...)
Qin edoba ou liha toghil...hil...
(You abide in the light)
Dona nobis pachem...em...
(Give us peace)
Asthma comes b-back
Backstabbing me for breathing
Happy as can be
Words I make...vanish
Words I speak, earns rejection
Peace I send...jaded
I regret nothing
I'm sorry I'm not sorry
I regret everything
Forgiveness I seek
I lack a leg to move on
I beg you...don't leave
Ignored for life...wowed...
Baked in the oven of angst
Here comes shame cupcakes
Oh I long to hear...
That you're near my side truly
Your response - I fear! ??
Cursed Verses...pure cured
Blessed miracles in disguise
Words unsaid...no comment
(Speechless...actually...)
You were but a dream
You were but a dream
I let out my passion scream
I'm the floating boat and you're my beloved stream
Words left unsaid
I'm off to bed
I'll hear no more of your solitude
Now, I'm naked and ashamed...I'm a ghost in your haven, uninvited and shooed
Fazer mais
com menos esforço
se não é um poema
é uma música.
Mulheres apoiadas pelos companheiros diariamente realizam 76% mais.
Homens apoiados pelas mulheres realizam 55% mais!
Pesquisa completa realizada nos EUA, na Europa e no Brasil testou as hipóteses mostradas a seguir:
1 - Qual o elogio para o público feminino faz aumentar a produtividade?
2 - Qual o elogio para o público masculino faz aumentar a produtividade?
3 - Qual o tipo de elogio faz uma pessoa sentir importante à ponto de trabalhar mais e mais feliz? Será um elogio ao corpo? Será um elogio à um acessório de moda? Será um elogio a caráter? Será um elogio à habilidade? Ou será a conhecimento?
4 - Empresas, nações e grandes grupos podem aumentar os resultados que desejam usando técnicas de family hacking growth?
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Women supported by comrades daily perform 76% more.
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1 - What praise for the female audience increases productivity?
2 - What praise for the male audience increases productivity?
3 - What kind of praise does a person feel important to work happier and happier? Is it a compliment to the body? Is it a compliment to a fashion accessory? Is it a compliment to character? Is it a compliment to the skill? Or will it be knowledge?
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