...a woman is actually like a flower.
Very tragic...
About Physics:
Bentov also claims that ‘tangible reality’ exists for us only as long as there is movement; and that when the movement stops, matter and solid reality become diffuse and disappear.
Brazilian literature; Cecilia Meireles
“Sometimes, I open my window and find the jasmine tree in bloom. Other times, I can see thick clouds; I catch sight of children going to school; sparrows hopping on the garden wall; cats opening and closing their eyes, dreaming of sparrows. I can see butterflies, flying in pairs, as if reflected in an unseen mirror in mid air. I see wasps that always remind me of Lope de Vega characters. Sometimes, a cock crows. Sometimes, a
plane flies overhead. Everything is right, in its proper place, following its destiny. And I feel completely happy…”
You will write my name with all the letters, With all the dates – but that will not be me.
You’ll repeat what you heard of me What you read about me, and you will show my picture – and none of that will be me.
We are a unique and complex oneness Made of many tiny moments – that would be me.
We’re a thousand pieces, part of a mysterious game, We come together, we grow apart, eternally - How will they ever find me?
We’re new and old each day, Transparent and opaque, depending on the source of light – we search for ourselves.
And we flow through circumstances, Light and free as water cascading through stones. - What metal could possibly hold us back Aprendi com as Primaveras a me deixar cortar para poder voltar sempre inteira.
Cecília Meireles
“I’m looking for my own story in myself....That’s why I like Joseph Campbell. People are looking for their tales inside themselves. Without tales people can’t live their lives.”
Murakami