que estranho, voltou a doer ...

Neste fim-de-semana muita coisa correu mal. Mesmo pessoas com as quais usualmente não tenho nenhuma confiança, tentaram fazer-me sentir melhor com uma dor que já não doía, que estava arrumadinha num canto, arquivada numa pasta esquecida...tanto se preocuparam em fazer-me feliz que hoje me sinto a mulher mais desgraçada à face da Terra. Outra vez... Deus nos livre das boas intenções, porra! Deixem-me me Paz de uma vez por todas! Eu não sou uma desgraçadinha cega atrás de uma felicidade imaginada, sei bem nas merdas em que me meto. Talvez depois me venha a arrepender. Pensei que nunca me arrependeria da primeira vez que toda a gente me deu conselhos e me tentou fazer arrepiar caminho, mas arrependi-me! Demorou anos e anos mas arrependi-me! Agora sei que mais tarde me vou arrepender também. Mas tenho de fazer isto, tal como tive de fazer da outra vez. E não adiantam os bons conselhos. Estou outra vez a afundar-me, talvez desta vez arraste inocentes comigo, mas não consigo voltar para trás.

os meus defensores

Aos Nossos Filhos
Elis Regina
Composição: Ivan Lins/Vitor Martins

Perdoem a cara amarrada,
Perdoem a falta de abraço,
Perdoem a falta de espaço,
Os dias eram assim...

Perdoem por tantos perigos,
Perdoem a falta de abrigo,
Perdoem a falta de amigos,
Os dias eram assim...

Perdoem a falta de folhas,
Perdoem a falta de ar
Perdoem a falta de escolha,
Os dias eram assim...

E quando passarem a limpo,
E quando cortarem os laços,
E quando soltarem os cintos,
Façam a festa por mim...

E quando lavarem a mágoa,
E quando lavarem a alma
E quando lavarem a água,
Lavem os olhos por mim...

Quando brotarem as flores,
Quando crescerem as matas,
Quando colherem os frutos,
Digam o gosto pra mim...

Digam o gosto pra mim...

fil barros, bo ta matam ku bu funana

To Thine Own Self Be True

Yet here, Laertes! Aboard, aboard for shame!
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
And you are stay'd for.
There ... my blessing with thee!
And these few precepts in thy memory
Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg’d comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel but, being in,
Bear't that th' opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgement.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man;
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower, nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell; my blessing season this in thee!

-- William Shakespeare

Ouril

WARI is one of many similar board games played in various parts of the world. Generically known as mancala games, they have been played for thousands of years in Egypt, where “boards” have been found carved into the stone of the pyramid of Cheops and the temples at Luxor and Karnak.

This cast bronze statuette is the work of the Ashanti tribe of Ghana, where oware is the national game (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oware). It is played throughout West Africa and the Caribbean. Among its many names are Ayo (Yoruba), Awalé (Côte d’Ivoire), Wari (Mali), Ouri, Ouril or Uril (Cape Verde), Warri (Caribbean), Adji (Ewe), and Awélé (Ga). A common name in English is Awari but one of the earliest Western scholars to study the game, R.S. Rattray, used the name Wari.

These Kenyan warriors have parked their spears to the side while playing wari. This photo comes from a book “Games of the World”, published by Swiss Committee for UNHCF in 1982. Reflecting traditional African values, players of Oware encourage participation by onlookers, making it one of the most social two-player games, providing a focus for entertainment and meeting others. The game, or variations of it, also had an important role in teaching arithmetic to African children.
African slaves brought mancala games to Surinam and the West Indies, where they survived unchanged. While in Africa, it is predominantly played my men, in Indonesia, the women dancers also play it to make their fingers supple for the intricate and elegant hand movements their dancing requires.

The wari board has six cups or compartments, called “houses”, on each player’s side, and a reservoir at the end (or anywhere for that matter) to hold captured pieces. In rural areas, the ground may also be used as a board; players simply scoop two rows of pits out of the earth.

romeu e julieta (1884, sir francis dicksee)

But to be frank, and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep. The more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.

kuza sabe ta acaba depressa

e que me perdoem os fanáticos do ALUPEC se está mal escrito. mas hoje acordei a pensar que em breve vou tornar a dar aulas e largar esta vida pura de investigação e senti um aperto no coração. as palavras do título balançaram-se à minha frente, provocadoras, em lento sriptease e eu pensei ... porra, como é que dantes gostava tanto de dar aulas?