terça-feira, 29 de novembro de 2011

what do you think the world will be like in fifty years?

I think the world in fifty years will be a beautiful place, where the economy will grow and I hope the social, cultural and finance problems in the world will disappear.
      However, these future events will not happen due to present evidence.
         In general, society has many corrupt politicians.
           In reality, they promise a lot, but they will not do anything. They are going to continue defending their own interests.
                The solution is to control the politicians.
                Environmental problems will increase and oil will run out.
The alternative to oil , is renewable energy. It is a kind of energy that goes not harm the environment.
                So, we need to prepare for  theses changes in the world, solving all type of problems and developing infrastruture and the economy for the better high quality of live the mundial  population.

Tiago Fé de Pinho   29.11.011
   

Follow your destiny

Follow your destiny,
Watering your plants,
Love your roses.
The rest is the shadow
Trees outside.

The reality
It is always more or less
From what we want.
But we are always
Just like us-own.

Tender is to live alone.
Is always great and noble
Live simply.
Let the pain sake
As an ex-voto to the gods.

Seeing life from afar.
Never questioned.
She can no
Tell you. The answer
It is beyond the gods.

but serenely
Imitates Olympus
In your heart.
The gods are gods
Why do not you think.

 
 

segunda-feira, 28 de novembro de 2011

Oh, my love, do not be afraid of grace:
It is our greater destiny.
Love is so much more fatal
than I had thought,
Love is as inherent as the
own deficiency,
And we are guaranteed by a need
to be renewed continuously.
Love is now, always.
There is just the stroke of grace -
call it passion. "

Tiago Fé de Pinho    29.11.011
My Destiny

The palms of your hands
I read the lines of my life.

Crossed lines, sinuous,
interfering in your destination.

Do not sought, I do not seek -
we were alone for different roads.

Indifferent, cross
Spent with the burden of life ...

I ran against you.
He smiles. We talked.

This day was marked
white stone with the head of a fish.

And since then walk
together for life ...



Tiago Fé de Pinho  29.112011
Path that destiny?


Way! What fate?

For doors and bars

I am old! I was a boy!

My dreams were wings,

Wings of a bird,

Now I have hurry!



I left my hiccups

I left my sorrow

After my route

It was my great wealth



Here or anywhere

Go back again to days:

I want light to illuminate

The soul that God gave me:

A blue color of the sea!

In a sky blue color

Tiago Fé de Pinho
Destination

Who says the star the way
She'll follow in the sky?
In making its nest
How does the bird learn?
Who says the plant "Florece!"
And to the dumb worm that weaves
His silken shroud
Derful who ensnares the wires?

Teaching someone to Bee
That walk in the meadow buzzing
If the red or white flower
Your honey will have to go ask for?
What was you be my darling,
Your eyes my life,
Your love all my good ...
Alas, no one told me.

As the bee goes to the meadow,
As the star turns in the sky,
Like all loved his fate
By instinct reveals itself,
I have God in your womb.
I came to fulfill my destiny ...
Vim, you just know that in life,
Just because you can die.

Tiago Fé de Pinho 29.11.011
Do not Live a Day Without You

I could always live here alone
And do not feel alone for one minute
And would smile even without reasons to sing
If you have to abandon my plans
Could live without most
And be grateful ...

But could not imagine
A single day without Your support
I do not live one day without you
It makes no sense looking at the sky
And do not think in Your care
Are you the strength to pursue
I do not live one day without you
Do not ... no ...

I could gain the whole world to behold
But it reminds me to you
And I would trade all the gold of the universe by any
If the price were to drop Ti
I have my dreams but
But you are in each one ...

I could not imagine
A single day without Your support
I do not live one day without you
It makes no sense looking at the sky
And do not think in Your care
Are you the strength to pursue
I do not live one day without you

Oh Christ I live because you live
You're a breath in me
Oh my Christ all I have is because of these
You're everything to me

But could not imagine
A single day without Your support
I do not live one day without you
It makes no sense looking at the sky
And do not think in Your care
Are you the strength to pursue
I do not live one day without You ..

No. .. not
I do not live one day without you
It makes no sense
Oh no
Are you the strength to pursue
I do not live one day without you
Oh no ... hum hummmm



Tiago Fé de Pinho  29.11.011
Loving you is my destiny

Forever,
Your look, my direction
His love my heart
Illuminated by the moon, my vows your forgiveness
Now shut up the words and warms my heart

Making believe, imagine having
Your love and a delight,
Your hands my good dream
Pure and simple reason, my happy delusion

Warming up to me on cold days
Retracing my soul
Of delusions of loneliness without your brilliance
For it is impossible to live without you,
Loving you is my destiny

Tiago Fé de Pinho  29.11.2011

domingo, 27 de novembro de 2011

Poem about soulmates

In addition to the South, East, North ...
In addition to sounds, light, and death itself,
in all of time, or before them,
at some time or otherwise,
nothing within or above all,
God created the spirits and created in pairs;
all with their complements
and each with its individuality.
God made us "soul mates"!
Only this is important;
only this is definitive.

I love you!
We were still burning and the flames we?
I do not know, just know that we are "soul mates"
supplements and that we will ever divine.
When? I do not know.
But one thing I know:
I love you and love you
forever, forever!

Soul Mate of mine is waiting for me
anywhere
Besides even if it is further,
wherever ...
because they'll meet again for love, for love!
The "soul mates" when they meet again;
and reincarnation is
further proof of the Father of Mercy,
the reunion of "soul mates" is
His greatest gift of love for His creatures.

I'm happy
because I believe in the existence of "soul mates".

My soulmate, I love you!
About Simplicity and Wisdom

They asked me to write about simplicity and wisdom. Gladly accepted the invitation knowing that for me such a request had been made, it was necessary that I be old.
Young people and adults know little about the meaning of simplicity. The young birds are flying in the morning, your arrows are flying in all directions. His eyes are fascinated by 10,000 things. They want it all, but gives them no rest. They are always ready to fly again. His world is the world of multiplicity. They love it because, in their heads, the multiplicity is a space of freedom. With adults the opposite happens. For them the multiplicity is a spell that imprisoned them, which fell in a trap. They hate it, but do not know how to break free. If, for young people, the multiplicity is the name of freedom for adults is called the multiplicity of duty. The adult birds are trapped in cages of duty. Every morning 10,000 things await your orders (for this there are agendas, where the 10,000 things write their orders!). If there are not obeyed punishments.
At dusk, when night comes, the flight of birds is different. In no way resembles your flight in the morning. Have you observed the flight of doves in the evening? They fly in one direction. Return home nest. The birds in the twilight, are simple. Simplicity is this: when the heart seeks one.
Jesus told parables about simplicity. He talked about a man who had many jewels, without any of them would make him happy. One day, however, found a jewel, unique, wonderful, why he fell in love. He then made a trade that brought him joy, he sold the lot and bought the single.
Lost in the multitude: ignore our desire. We move fascinated by the lure of the 10,000 things. It turns out that, as the second poem of the Tao-Te-Ching, "the 10,000 things appear and disappear without ceasing." The path of multiplicity is a path without rest. Each end point is a starting point. Each reunion is a farewell. It is a path where there is no house or nest. The last of the temptations that the devil tempted the Son of God was the temptation of the multitude, "it still took the devil to a very high mountain and showed him all the kingdoms of the world and their glory and said: 'All this I will give thee if falling down and worship me. '"But what is the multiplicity does shatter the heart. The heart that chases the "many" is a broken heart, without rest. Words of Jesus: "What good is it gain the whole world and ruin his life" (Matthew 16:26).
The path of science and knowledge is the path of multiplicity. The sacred writer warns: "There is no limit to books, and much study is weariness of the flesh" (Ecclesiastes 12:12). There is no end to the things that can be heard and known. The world of knowledge is a world of endless sums. It is a journey without rest for the soul. There is no knowledge on which the heart can say, "I'm finally home." Knowledge are not home. They are, at best, to build a brick house. But the bricks themselves, know nothing about the house. The bricks belong to the multiplicity. The house belongs to simplicity: a single thing.
Says the Tao Te Ching: "In pursuit of knowledge every day adds something. In search of wisdom every day it decreases a thing. "
Says T. S. Eliot: "Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?"
Manoel de Barros says, "Who builds a lot of information loses the power to guess. Wise is the need to guess. "
Wisdom is the art of tasting. About the wisdom of Nietzsche says: "The Greek word for the wise holds, etymologically, SAPI, I sip, sapiens, the taster, sisyphus, the man of better taste. "Wisdom is thus the art of tasting, distinguish, discern. The man of knowledge, before the multitude, "rushes about everything there is to know, the blind greed of wanting to know at any price." But the wise man is in search of "things worthy of being known." Imagine a buffet: on the table huge multitude, a multitude of dishes. The man of knowledge, fascinated by the plates, throws himself on them, want to eat everything. The sage, on the contrary, stop and ask for your body, "From all this diversity, what is the dish that will give you pleasure and joy?" And so, after meditating, choose a ...
Wisdom is the art of recognizing and taste the joy. We were born for joy. Not only us. Bachelard said that the entire universe has a destiny of happiness.
The Vinicius wrote a beautiful poem titled "The question is ..." Already old, having been the world of multiplicity, he looks back and sees what remains: what it was worth it. "It remains that heart burning like a candle in a cathedral in ruins ..." "It remains the capacity for tenderness ..." "this ancient remains about the night ..." "There is still this urge to cry at the beauty ..." . Vinicius will thus counting the experiences that gave him joy. These were left standing.
The things that remain the soul survive in a place called nostalgia. Nostalgia is the pocket where the soul holds what it tasted and approved. Approved were the experiences that gave joy. What is worth it for eternity. Nostalgia is the face of eternity reflected in the river of time. That's why we need the gods, so that the river of time is circular: "Cast your bread upon the waters for after many days you will find ..." We pray that what is lost in the past is returned in the future . I think God if we do not bother to call him the Eternal Return: because that's all we ask of him, that things of longing to return.
I roam the caves of my memory. There are many wonderful things: Scenarios, places, some paradisiacal other strange and curious, travel, events that marked the time of my life, encounters with remarkable people. But these memories, regardless of its size, I do not do anything. Do not feel like crying. Do not feel like coming back.
Then I consult my pocket of nostalgia. There are pieces of my body, joys. Look closely, and I find nothing which has glow in the world of multiplicity. They are little things that were not noticed by other people, scenes, pictures: a baby boy flying a kite on the beach the night of insomnia and fear in a dark room, and the darkness the voice of a child who says, "Daddy, I love you! "daughter playing with a dog who has died (I cried a lot because of it, Flora); boy riding on horseback, before sunrise, amidst the fragrant grass field fat; an old smoking his pipe, watching the rain that falls on plants and saying, "See how they are thanked!" Friends. Memories of poems, stories, music.
Rosa says that "happiness only in rare moments of distraction ..." Right. It comes when it is not expected in places that do not know. Jesus said: "It's like the wind, blows where it will not know whence it comes or whither it goes ..." Wisdom is the art of taste and taste the joy when it comes. But only those who master this art have the grace of simplicity. Only live for the joy in simple things. (Concerto for body and soul, pg. 09.)
Simplicity and Perseverance

What do you think was the life of men who managed to rise above the ordinary? A continuous struggle. In the case of a writer, to write a struggle against laziness (it feels so much like the common man): and this because his genius manifest itself either - and he will obey only the desire to become famous, but the call of his conscience. Shut up so the working coldly, will be able to figure out what is working under the influence of inspiration? That fear, that we feel hesitation to awaken this sleeping lion, whose roar they shook our whole being! But going back: be firm, simple and true - this is useful for teaching all times.
Simple is True

True, the good, the unmatched is simple and is always identical to itself, whatever the form in which it occurs. Rather, the error, which always fall on the censorship, is extremely diverse, different in itself, fighting not only against the true and good, but also with himself, always in contradiction with itself. That is why in all the expressions of literature censorship they will always be much more than words for the praise.

Simplicity of living

Pour the light of the city.
Consumed in the sunshine.
And I'm here, I'm the same,
no matter what they say,
no matter what they do.

Days pass and tire
an unbridled fury to stop,
but I'm always the same
in each place they go,
every step I take.

live simply
the simplicity of living
a simple life!
simplicity

I would want
Have the simplicity
Lives without a soul
And the calm lucid
From raw prey.

I would want
Be equal to the fish
What free waters
Moves;

Be equal in sound,
Be equal in grace
Take the bird,
What flutters ...

All that I wanted!
(To be weak is to be strong).
I wanted to live
And then die
Never learn
The love of death.