"A poesia não é minha. É como o vento, que só passa através de mim." Chico Xavier

domingo, 14 de março de 2010

40 dias e 40 noites de jejum

Estou lá dentro e lá dentro, está aqui dentro.
Porta se abrirá em 24 de abril de 2010.
Até lá... mauna virtual.
Jejum de toda essa parafernália tecnológica.

Foto do salão das 7 janelas, na Academia Hermógenes.

2 comentários:

Felipe disse...

There is a beautiful moment in the Bhagavad Gita:

Arjuna, the general, The great general. He's standing in his chariot. And all the chariots are readied for war. And across the valley, he sees his opponents. And there he sees not just uncles and aunts and cousins, he sees gurus, he sees teachers that have taught him; and you know how the Indians revere that relationship. He sees them.

And Krishna, one of the expressions of the deity, says to him, "you'll never untangle the circumstances that brought you to this moment. You're a warrior. Arise now, mighty warrior." With the full understanding, that they've already been killed, and so have you.

"This is just a play. This is my will. You're caught up in the circumstances that I determine for you. That you did not determine for yourself. So, arise, you're a noble warrior. Embrace your destiny, your fate, and stand up and do your duty."

Foto com Alma disse...

Hell yeah. That's exactly where i am standing now: the mountain top of my highest dreams.