terça-feira, 27 de setembro de 2016

LUCIDEZ INCONSCIENTE

     Quero eu emergir sob os olhos distantes do destino. Tomar meu próprio caminho dentro de um olhar lúcido do futuro. Transfigurar o momento presente em uma linha tênue de consciência, ainda que sob o foco de propósitos desconhecidos. Acompanhar a passos lentos aqueles que me seguem sem notar para qual via eu os levo. 
     Ainda que sob a turva neblina da dúvida, a cabeça se fixa ao chão de uma realidade opaca e os pés sobressaltam os devaneios dos sonhos inconsequentes. Pois, sob a égide dos anseios vindouros, intempestivamente, esbravejarei ao ego distintas sensações sem pudor, ainda que calado eu as diga.




sexta-feira, 2 de setembro de 2016

LORD OF DESTINY

        I remember in not clear images the ambition and ingenuity that my childhood brought me. Although the time has passed, my memories have been deeply preserved about that. It's exactly this essence of life which we grow up thinking to achieve it. However, somehow, the sense of our goals have been fading over time and we forget why we arrived here in this moment and what really direction that we should get away.
       Perhaps, the reality check shouldn't the first condition that we are used to get what it was gradually buried inside us, but the great memories and adjectives from childhood are soul tools which we should carry with us in a clearly way for the rest of life. Hence, we need to rescue the purpose from that time when the fear gave way to an immeasurable courage and unfulfilled desires to the dreams. All that turns us in something greater than the mere existence to live without perspectives.




INVICTUS

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BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY

"OUT OF THE NIGHT THAT COVERS ME, 
      Black as the pit from pole to pole, 
I thank whatever gods may be 
      For my unconquerable soul. 

In the fell clutch of circumstance 
      I have not winced nor cried aloud. 
Under the bludgeonings of chance 
      My head is bloody, but unbowed. 

Beyond this place of wrath and tears 
      Looms but the Horror of the shade, 
And yet the menace of the years 
      Finds and shall find me unafraid. 

It matters not how strait the gate, 
      How charged with punishments the scroll, 
I am the master of my fate, 
I am the captain of my soul."