Love’s Philosophy

 The fountains mingle with the river
   And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
   With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
   All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
   Why not I with thine?—

See the mountains kiss high heaven
   And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
   If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
   And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
   If thou kiss not me?

 by Percy Bysshe Shelley

My Soul Is in a Breeze

Minha alma está em brisa

Mário de Andrade

Contei meus anos e descobri que tenho menos tempo para viver a partir daqui, do que o que eu vivi até agora. Eu me sinto como aquela criança que ganhou um pacote de doces; O primeiro comeu com prazer, mas quando percebeu que havia poucos, começou a saboreá-los profundamente.

Já não tenho tempo para reuniões intermináveis ​​em que são discutidos estatutos, regras, procedimentos e regulamentos internos, sabendo que nada será alcançado.

Não tenho mais tempo para apoiar pessoas absurdas que, apesar da idade cronológica, não cresceram.

Meu tempo é muito curto para discutir títulos. Eu quero a essência, minha alma está com pressa … Sem muitos doces no pacote …

Quero viver ao lado de pessoas humanas, muito humanas. Que sabem rir dos seus erros. Que não ficam inchadas, com seus triunfos. Que não se consideram eleitos antes do tempo.

Que não ficam longe de suas responsabilidades. Que defendem a dignidade humana. E querem andar do lado da verdade e da honestidade. O essencial é o que faz a vida valer a pena.

Quero cercar-me de pessoas que sabem tocar os corações das pessoas …Pessoas a quem os golpes da vida, ensinaram a crescer com toques suaves na alma

Sim … Estou com pressa … Estou com pressa para viver com a intensidade que só a maturidade pode dar.

Eu pretendo não desperdiçar nenhum dos doces que eu tenha ou ganhe… Tenho certeza de que eles serão mais requintados do que os que comi até agora.

Meu objetivo é chegar ao fim satisfeito e em paz com meus entes queridos e com a minha consciência.

Nós temos duas vidas e a segunda começa quando você percebe que você só tem uma…

 

Digital translation

My Soul Is in a Breeze

Mário de Andrade

I have counted my years and found that I have less time to live from here, than what I have lived until now. I feel like that child who was given a packet of sweets; he first ate with pleasure, but when he realized there were only a few, he began to savor them deeply.

I no longer have time for endless meetings where by-laws, rules, procedures and internal regulations are discussed, knowing that nothing will be achieved.

I no longer have time to support absurd people who, despite their chronological age, have not grown up.

My time is too short to discuss titles. I want the essence, my soul is in a hurry... Without too many sweets in the package...

I want to live next to human people, very human. Who know how to laugh at their mistakes. Who don't get puffed up with their triumphs. Who don't consider themselves elected before their time.

Who don't shy away from their responsibilities. Who defend human dignity. And who want to walk on the side of truth and honesty. The essential is what makes life worth living.

I want to surround myself with people who know how to touch people's hearts ... People whom the blows of life have taught to grow with gentle touches to the soul

Yes ... I am in a hurry ... I am in a hurry to live with the intensity that only maturity can give.

I intend not to waste any of the sweets I have or earn ... I'm sure they will be more exquisite than the ones I've eaten so far.

My goal is to reach the end satisfied and at peace with my loved ones and my conscience.

We have two lives, and the second begins when you realize that you only have one...

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Translators

 …all mankind is of one author, and is one volume;

when one man dies,

one chapter is not torn out of the book,

but translated into a better language;

and every chapter must be so translated;

God employs several translators;

some pieces are translated by age,

some by sickness,

some by war,

some by justice;

but God's hand is in every translation,

and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again,

for that library where every book shall lie open to one another.

 

John Donne, Meditation, XVII.

The Heart

In every state, the Heart is my support:
In this kingdom of existence it is my sovereign.
When I tire of the treachery of Reason –
God knows I am grateful to my heart...

—Khalilullah Khalili

 

 

Rabbi Yohanan: "Which is the right way a person should hold onto?"

Rabbi Elazar: "A good heart."

Abraham J. Heschel

Genuine solitude is not discarding but distilling humanity. Genuine solitude is a search for genuine solidarity.

Knowledge is a debt, not a private property.

Spiritual suicide is within everybody's reach.

Being human means to go beyond sheer continuity... Being human consists of outbursts of singularity... Sheer continuity leads to the suspension of singularity, drudgery, inner devastation, demolition of all moments. 

To discover the hospitality of being, one must cultivate the art of reaching beyond oneself. A life rising in outbursts into meaning is a way of sensing the beneficence of time. 

«Who Is Man?»

Dr. Victor Frankl

What is to give light must endure burning. 

I do not forget any good deed done to me and I do not carry a grudge for a bad one. 

Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms — to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.

Be Drunk — Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)

You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it—it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.

But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.

And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking... ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: "It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."