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Lá onde o distante, bem distante de tudo que se imagina
o distante ser, reside a ideia tola de que tudo nesta vida
acaba,
de que tudo tem fim.
Não!
Não é assim.
Nada na vida tem fim, nada acaba, nada se
transforma
em nada.
O distante, por mais distante que pareça ser, está sempre
perto de algo, de alguém, ou algum lugar qualque, ainda
que seja perto do fim.
Um pensamento, por mais distante que possa ir jamais
alcançará a distância que separa o aqui de lá.
Voando nas asas da imaginação o pensamento desliza a
uma velocidade
capaz de, em segundos, ir e voltar á/da
loucura.
Imaginemos a que distância!
Lá onde nem em devaneios consigo chegar, vive a ideia
tola do fim.
Lá, onde
o distante repousa, tudo ganha um sopro de
vida para
continuar, para ter nova chance de melhorar,
de piorar, ou até mesmo
de não acontecer.
Lá no distante onde, em pensamentos, vou c
Constantemente há uma sala para reflexão.
Esta é a sala onde a vida vivida é repensada
até alcançar
o entendimento do que entendemos ser a vida.
Lá no
distante, imerso no silêncio da sala de reflexão,
encontramos a
alegria, o amor, os sorrisos perdidos
aqui.
Esta sala é a ante sala do prosseguimento.
Na distância, lá onde a noite se encontra com o
dia, há
uma luz que se acende imediatamente após a luz da
vida se apagar.
É a experiência de aprendermos a entender os fatos da
vida.
Nesse ponto da vida, o
meu devanear encontra o limite
da insanidade ao se deparar com a vida, ali sentada
esperando pacientemente a sua vez de dar e receber o
seu veredicto.
A vida nunca gostou de esperar por nada e nem por
ninguém.
Lá, onde acreditamos tudo se acabar, os pensamentos
se confundem, se entendem limitados.
Os pensamentos sentem suas
asas podadas, sentem-se
impedidos de voar e resmungam, ainda que sabendo
que não adianta resmungar.
Lá no distante, onde nem o distante é permitido
chegar,
tudo ganha nova vestimenta, tudo começa do novo,
tudo começa do nada.
Lá é onde todas e quaisquer lembrança cai no abismo
do esquecimento eterno.
O Profeta - Brasília, fevereiro de 2012.
Siga o meu blog: ocantardosventos.blogspot.com
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Eternal oblivion.
can imagine that distant being resides, lies the foolish idea
that everything in this life ends, that everything has an end.
No!
It’s not like that.
Nothing in life has an end; nothing ends; nothing turns
into nothing.
The distant one, no matter how distant it may seem,
No!
It’s not like that.
Nothing in life has an end; nothing ends; nothing turns
into nothing.
The distant one, no matter how distant it may seem,
is always close to something, someone, or someplace,
even if it is near the end.
A thought, no matter how far it may go, will never
reach the distance that separates here from there.
Flying on the wings of imagination, the thought glides at
a speed capable of, in seconds, going to and returning
A thought, no matter how far it may go, will never
reach the distance that separates here from there.
Flying on the wings of imagination, the thought glides at
a speed capable of, in seconds, going to and returning
from madness.
Imagine how far away!
There, where not even my daydreams can reach, lives the
foolish idea of the end.
There, where the distant rests, everything gains a breath
Imagine how far away!
There, where not even my daydreams can reach, lives the
foolish idea of the end.
There, where the distant rests, everything gains a breath
of life to continue, to have a new chance to improve,
to worsen, or even to never happen.
There in the distance, where, in my thoughts, I go there is
to worsen, or even to never happen.
There in the distance, where, in my thoughts, I go there is
always a room for reflection.
This is the room where life as lived is reexamined until
This is the room where life as lived is reexamined until
we reach an understanding of what we understand life to
be.
There in the distance, immersed in the silence of the
room for reflection, we find the joy, the love, the smiles
lost here.
This room is the antechamber to moving forward.
In the distance, where night meets day, there is
a light that comes on immediately after the light of
life goes out.
It is the experience of learning to understand the facts of
life.
At this point in life, my daydreaming reaches the limit
of insanity when confronted with life, sitting there
patiently waiting for its turn to give and receive its
In the distance, where night meets day, there is
a light that comes on immediately after the light of
life goes out.
It is the experience of learning to understand the facts of
life.
At this point in life, my daydreaming reaches the limit
of insanity when confronted with life, sitting there
patiently waiting for its turn to give and receive its
verdict.
Life has never liked to wait for anything or for anyone.
There, where we believe everything ends, thoughts
become confused, feeling limited.
Thoughts feel their wings clipped; they feel
prevented from flying and grumble, even though they
Life has never liked to wait for anything or for anyone.
There, where we believe everything ends, thoughts
become confused, feeling limited.
Thoughts feel their wings clipped; they feel
prevented from flying and grumble, even though they
know that grumbling is useless.
There in the distance, where not even the distant is
There in the distance, where not even the distant is
allowed to reach, everything takes on a new form;
everything begins anew, everything begins from
nothing.
That is where every single memory falls into the abyss
of eternal oblivion.
That is where every single memory falls into the abyss
of eternal oblivion.
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