Um fósforo é uma boa maneira de transportar o fogo.
Terá sido isso -e duas pedras- que Prometeu nos deu?
Não há fogo sem trabalho...
Não há chama sem chispa...
(Caramba, isto parece um oráculo.)
Sofia Morna
segunda-feira, 31 de maio de 2010
Having guts
Too much to do, so little to fear.
Yet, we fear so much and do so little.
Little souls don't dream much...and sometimes ours gets tiny.
What makes your soul grow?
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Yet, we fear so much and do so little.
Little souls don't dream much...and sometimes ours gets tiny.
What makes your soul grow?
Sofia Morna
sábado, 29 de maio de 2010
Opinari
Well, that is called an opinion. Not a way of knowledge, but an expression of your own...
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Writing
Are you writing to yourself or to be read?
Are we alone, when writing?
Sure not.
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Are we alone, when writing?
Sure not.
Sofia Morna
Apple-problem
Taking the best out of a situation should be your intuitive move, I guess. Would you eat the rotten part of an the apple, if it was given to you?
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Learning to change
It's freeing to say: "That's not an issue anymore." and to really feel it.
We change. We actually change.
We learn. We actually learn.
Be daring and change your neuronal...common pathways. Open new countryside roads, and between two roads, follow -like Frost- the less travelled by.
Your mind is a dynamic, wonderful gift.
Sofia Morna
We change. We actually change.
We learn. We actually learn.
Be daring and change your neuronal...common pathways. Open new countryside roads, and between two roads, follow -like Frost- the less travelled by.
Your mind is a dynamic, wonderful gift.
Sofia Morna
Essentials
Forget not
The essential thing is what is being asked of you, right now.
Life is asking you some direct questions, don't be unpolite. Try to answer them correctly one by one, with a challenge smile on your face.
The rest is...well..the rest.
Living the rest, and forgeting the essential, won't make you richer...only a fugitive.
Sofia Morna
The essential thing is what is being asked of you, right now.
Life is asking you some direct questions, don't be unpolite. Try to answer them correctly one by one, with a challenge smile on your face.
The rest is...well..the rest.
Living the rest, and forgeting the essential, won't make you richer...only a fugitive.
Sofia Morna
Fountain pen
My fountain pen, is my magic wand. And in a blink of an eye, there's me and my drawings in the tiny little notebook pages.
Wow, I'm writing messages to the future.
What will I remember, when I re-read the words?
Will I feel the exact same thing?
How can I know if I won't remember?
Oh, I will...some things never change.
Sofia Morna
Finger-tip.
Please, don't loose your fingertip, you promised loyalty to yourself.
Be your own Musketeer. Forget Faustus.
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Be your own Musketeer. Forget Faustus.
Sofia Morna
sábado, 15 de maio de 2010
Discipl(in)e
The martial arts disciple knows it takes iteration to be a good disciple...persistence, faith, resistence but not rigidity.
Discipline is the art of the disciple, improvised poetry in every"fight", is what arises from it.
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Discipline is the art of the disciple, improvised poetry in every"fight", is what arises from it.
Sofia Morna
Produto Interno Não-Bruto
A independência de espíríto tem custos. Mas todos os grandes homens têm capital interno para os pagar, sem receios e sem recorrer as prestações.
Os juros, infelizmente, irão para os outros, os pequenos.
Aqueles que pensam que uma pequena nota é a única coisa a garantir-lhes o alimento.
Aqueles que pensam que uma pequena nota é a única coisa a garantir-lhes o alimento.
E que sustento é alimento.
Sofia Morna
Wirting
What happens before writing may be compared to knocking on Heaven's door.
Writing, to entering Heaven.
And seing the text before you, to feel the bliss of a Life well lived.
Because backstage are also stages as well.
And the life that happens there is immense, though we can only sense a portion while looking at the paper.
What was happening to Shakespeare and Pablo Neruda, while they were writing? Whose doors did they knock? What were they living before writing, and while writing?
We never know. But we sure know what kept them writing.
Love for it.
Sofia Morna
Writing, to entering Heaven.
And seing the text before you, to feel the bliss of a Life well lived.
Because backstage are also stages as well.
And the life that happens there is immense, though we can only sense a portion while looking at the paper.
What was happening to Shakespeare and Pablo Neruda, while they were writing? Whose doors did they knock? What were they living before writing, and while writing?
We never know. But we sure know what kept them writing.
Love for it.
Sofia Morna
Guardian Angel Whispers
Life, is so much bigger than what you thought of before, than what you think, than your projections of it.
There's more than you outside.
Go and reach it!
Go and love it!
Go and create with it.
Sofia Morna
There's more than you outside.
Go and reach it!
Go and love it!
Go and create with it.
Sofia Morna
sexta-feira, 14 de maio de 2010
"Salus", health
"Salut!", is the french way to salute.
And all salutations - in latin - mean to wish good health.
Pax, fortuna et Salus.
Rome used to wish for them. Don't we all?
Sofia Morna
And all salutations - in latin - mean to wish good health.
Pax, fortuna et Salus.
Rome used to wish for them. Don't we all?
Sofia Morna
Aleatório
"Deus não joga aos dados", dizia Einstein. Nem dorme.
Ainda assim, estamos sempre com medo que o sopro de "má sorte" que sentimos a afagar-nos as costas - e a dar-nos calafrios - seja o sopro de um Deus adormecido, com a consciência voltada para o lado de Lá.
.
A Sonhar, Dormente, enquanto as criaturas vivem sem esteio.
.
.
Mas só dorme quem se cansa na vida...
Deus, para quem acredite e não acredite no conceito, é a Vida.
E dormirá a vida?
Dormirá Deus, assim?
Deus, para quem acredite e não acredite no conceito, é a Vida.
E dormirá a vida?
Dormirá Deus, assim?
Está a dormir agora?
Sofia Morna
Einstein
Einstein dizia que um problema impossível de resolver é um problema mal formulado.
Talvez seja mesmo.
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Talvez seja mesmo.
Sofia Morna
segunda-feira, 10 de maio de 2010
Outlining...stuff
Let me outline my life, while in it.
Let me feel my path, because...
Let me feel my path, because...
"Columbus was happier not when he discovered America, but when he was on his way to discover it."
(Dostoyevsky).
Sofia Morna
Laughing at fairies?
The first time a child laughed, fairies were born. Every time a child says "I don't believe in fairies"...it becomes an adult.
Jack London, you were right.
Do you believe in fairies?
How about laughter?
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Jack London, you were right.
Do you believe in fairies?
How about laughter?
Sofia Morna
Good Morning
My opening line is good morning. The closing line is: see you whenever life wishes it to happen.
Sofia Morna
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Frosted Road Less Travelled
The road less travelled has its obstacles, but it is usually flower-sided.
Want a tulip?
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Want a tulip?
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By chance
Change and Chance are intertwined.
Maybe that's why they only differ in one letter.
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Maybe that's why they only differ in one letter.
Sofia Morna
domingo, 9 de maio de 2010
Conciência do inconsciente
Se eu me identificasse apenas com a consciência, seria apenas 16 horas das 24 do dia.
Sofia Morna
Sofia Morna
Lá longe, nós mesmos.
Na distância, nada se conhece. Só se visualizam as formas e as próprias limitações da vista.
Aí montanhas viram Deuses, e ondas viram Adamastores.
Moinhos, dragões.
Nao se consegue "ver" a vários metros, pés, nós de distância; nem "observar".
A mente, tal como a vista humana...é míope.
E precisa da proximidade, da ajuda dos outros sentidos (que ainda menos sentem ao longe) para conhecer.
Daí que a vida nos presenteie com tantas coisas, palpáveis, e não palpáveis.
Todos os sentidos são para ser desenvolvidos, durante o contacto.
Com com todo o tacto e trato possível.
Sofia Morna
Aí montanhas viram Deuses, e ondas viram Adamastores.
Moinhos, dragões.
Nao se consegue "ver" a vários metros, pés, nós de distância; nem "observar".
A mente, tal como a vista humana...é míope.
E precisa da proximidade, da ajuda dos outros sentidos (que ainda menos sentem ao longe) para conhecer.
Daí que a vida nos presenteie com tantas coisas, palpáveis, e não palpáveis.
Todos os sentidos são para ser desenvolvidos, durante o contacto.
Com com todo o tacto e trato possível.
Sofia Morna
Esvoaçar
Anexamos coisas demais à nossa Alma, que não lhe pertencem.
Como queremos nós que ela não pese?
Epicuro, tinhas razão quanto à nossa essência.
É leve, quase feita de vento...e precisa de muito pouco para ser feliz.
"Aos pássaros do céu não lhes falta o alimento."
Sofia Morna
Como queremos nós que ela não pese?
Epicuro, tinhas razão quanto à nossa essência.
É leve, quase feita de vento...e precisa de muito pouco para ser feliz.
"Aos pássaros do céu não lhes falta o alimento."
Sofia Morna
Apre(e)endendo cantares de pássaros
O erro não está acima de mim,
Posso mudá-lo.
E quando o mudo,
As andorinhas voltam...
Sofia Morna
À frente, o mar
Dentro de mim, está tudo o que sou e fui. Lá à frente está tudo o que serei.
E também aí, guardarei o dia de hoje.
Sofia Morna
E também aí, guardarei o dia de hoje.
Sofia Morna
Silencio rico
Bibliotecas silenciosas:
Outros bosques, com outro tipo de folhas a oxigenar a vida.
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Outros bosques, com outro tipo de folhas a oxigenar a vida.
Sofia Morna
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- Learning to change
- Essentials
- Fountain pen
- Finger-tip.
- Discipl(in)e
- Pax
- Impro-viso
- Produto Interno Não-Bruto
- Wirting
- Guardian Angel Whispers
- Palavras, estragam.
- "Salus", health
- Aleatório
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- Einstein
- Outlining...stuff
- Laughing at fairies?
- Good Morning
- Frosted Road Less Travelled
- By chance
- Conciência do inconsciente
- Nota mental
- Lá longe, nós mesmos.
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