A vida é o dever que nós trouxemos para fazer em casa. Quando se vê, já são seis horas! Quando de vê, já é sexta-feira! Quando se vê, já é natal… Quando se vê, já terminou o ano… Quando se vê perdemos o amor da nossa vida. Quando se vê passaram 50 anos! Agora é tarde demais para ser reprovado… Se me fosse dado um dia, outra oportunidade, eu nem olhava o relógio. Seguiria sempre em frente e iria jogando pelo caminho a casca dourada e inútil das horas… Seguraria o amor que está a minha frente e diria que eu o amo… E tem mais: não deixe de fazer algo de que gosta devido à falta de tempo. Não deixe de ter pessoas ao seu lado por puro medo de ser feliz. A única falta que terá será a desse tempo que, infelizmente, nunca mais voltará.
Nada consigo fazer
Quando a saudade aperta
Foge-me a inspiração
Sinto a alma deserta
Um vazio se faz em meu peito
E de fato eu sinto
Em meu peito um vazio
Me faltando as tuas carícias
As noites são longas
E eu sinto mais frio.
Procuro afogar no álcool
A tua lembrança
Mas noto que é ridícula
A minha vingança
Vou seguir os conselhos
E garanto que não beberei
E com o tempo
Essa imensa saudade que sinto
hedonismnoun the pursuit of pleasure; sensual self-indulgence. synonyms: self-indulgence, indulgence, pursuit of pleasure, pleasure-seeking, lotus-eating, epicureanism, epicurism, self-gratification; PHILOSOPHY the ethical theory that pleasure (in the sense of the satisfaction of desires) is the highest good and proper aim of human life.
Quer o destino que eu não creia no destino
E o meu fado é nem ter fado nenhum
Cantá-lo bem sem sequer o ter sentido
Senti-lo como ninguém, mas não ter sentido algum
Ai que tristeza, esta minha alegria
Ai que alegria, esta tão grande tristeza
Esperar que um dia eu não espere mais um dia
Por aquele que nunca vem e que aqui esteve presente
There is a moment when neither of us knows whether to shake hands and, in the end, it's Romy who breaks the ice with a hug.
It's a reminder that, in spite of all her talent and fame, she's still awkward; still the quiet one who likes to hang back and observe.
But she's comfortable with that. Her power comes from finally having accepted herself and knowing that, in a world of noise, sometimes the greatest strength comes from not shouting.
At the moment you may do a lot of reflecting on who you are,
what you have achieved so far in your life, and what your real
goals and values are. This is a good time for introspection,
because you are able to be realistic about your strengths and
weaknesses, and therefore any choices you make will reflect
authentic qualities within you rather than the expectations of
others or fantasies of who you would like to be.
Well, I think identity for all of us is this perpetual process. And it’s somewhat like constantly clearing out and rearranging an attic. And it’s as much about throwing out all the furniture and trinkets that no longer serve us as bringing in new ones. And in that sense, it’s just as important to continue defining who we are as to continue eliminating who we are not.
You who never arrived in my arms, Beloved, who were lost from the start, I don't even know what songs would please you. I have given up trying to recognize you in the surging wave of the next moment. All the immense images in me -- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected turns in the path, and those powerful lands that were once pulsing with the life of the gods-- all rise within me to mean you, who forever elude me.
You, Beloved, who are all the gardens I have ever gazed at, longing. An open window in a country house-- , and you almost stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced upon,-- you had just walked down them and vanished. And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows? Perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening...
And I’m very guided by this desire to counter that in myself because I am, like everybody else, a product of my time and my culture. And I remember, there’s a really beautiful commencement address that Adrienne Rich gave in 1977 in which she said that an education is not something that you get but something that you claim. And I think that’s very much true of knowledge itself. The reason we’re so increasingly intolerant of long articles and why we skim them, why we skip forward even in a short video that reduces a 300-page book into a three-minute animation — even in that we skip forward — is that we’ve been infected with this kind of pathological impatience that makes us want to have the knowledge but not do the work of claiming it. I mean, the true material of knowledge is meaning. And the meaningful is the opposite of the trivial. And the only thing that we should have gleaned by skimming and skipping forward is really trivia. And the only way to glean knowledge is contemplation. And the road to that is time. There’s nothing else. It’s just time.
Whereas the biological synchrony that emerges between connected brains and bodies may be comparable no matter who the other person may be, the triggers for your micro-moments of love can be wholly different with intimates. The hallmark feature of intimacy is mutual responsiveness, that reassuring sense that you and your soul mate — or you and your best friend — really ‘get’ each other. This means that you come to your interactions with a well-developed understanding of each other’s inner workings, and you use that privileged knowledge thoughtfully, for each other’s benefit. Intimacy is that safe and comforting feeling you get when you can bask in the knowledge that this other person truly understands and appreciates you. You can relax in this person’s presence and let your guard down. Your mutual sense of trust, perhaps reinforced by your commitments of loyalty to each other, allows each of you to be more open with each other than either of you would be elsewhere.