Today we share with you a music and a word of hope: please continue your lifes with hope in a better future.

 

You Raise Me Up

 

When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;

When troubles come and my heart burdened be;

Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,

Until you come and sit awhile with me.

 

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;

You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;

I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;

You raise me up... To more than I can be.

 

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;

You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;

I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;

You raise me up... To more than I can be.

 

[There is no life - no life without its hunger;

Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;

But when you come and I am filled with wonder,

Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.]

 

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;

You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;

I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;

You raise me up... To more than I can be.

 

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;

You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;

I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;

You raise me up... To more than I can be.

 

 

Free translation into Portuguese, by Rui M.

 

Tu me elevas

 

Quando estou deprimido e cansado, até às profundezas da minh'alma,

Quando os problemas ensombram o meu coração,

Então eu espero aqui em silêncio

Até que tu vens e te sentas, por instantes, junto a mim.

 

Tu me elevas, para que eu possa suportar as montanhas;

Tu me elevas, para eu andar sobre mares tempestuosos;

Eu sou forte, quando estou sobre os teus ombros;

Tu me elevas... A algo maior do que eu algumas vez poderia ser.

 

Tu me elevas, para que eu possa suportar as montanhas;

Tu me elevas, para eu andar sobre mares tempestuosos;

Eu sou forte, quando estou sobre os teus ombros;

Tu me elevas... A algo maior do que eu algumas vez poderia ser.

 

[Não existe vida alguma - nenhuma vida sem fome;

Cada coração irrequieto bate na sua imperfeição bate;

Mas quando tu vens e eu me sinto maravilhado,

Por vezes, acredito vislumbrar a eternidade.]

 

Tu me elevas, para que eu possa suportar as montanhas;

Tu me elevas, para eu andar sobre mares tempestuosos;

Eu sou forte, quando estou sobre os teus ombros;

Tu me elevas... A algo maior do que eu algumas vez poderia ser.

 

Tu me elevas, para que eu possa suportar as montanhas;

Tu me elevas, para eu andar sobre mares tempestuosos;

Eu sou forte, quando estou sobre os teus ombros;

Tu me elevas... A algo maior do que eu algumas vez poderia ser.

 

Enjoy.

 Link for rules of the Literary Contest:

http://talesforlove.blogs.sapo.pt/literary-contest-nature-2017-2018-65904

 

 

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Taking into account the International Literary Contest "Nature 2017-2018" we would like to stress the importance of the forest for today and our future. You are invited to write a poem or short story about the future of our forests. We can't forget the tragedy of the fires in California... since 4th December.

 

Bests.

"Song of the Earth"

Please don't forget to send your contribution to our Contest.

 

Thank you.

 

 

It is with great joy that we announce that this year our Literary Contest will have a monetary prize. There will be a change in the format of the contest to allow more people to participate while creating the conditions for a more appealing contest in the future. There's no question we are creating something new. Thank you for wishing us luck in this new phase of our lives. A big thank you all.

See you soon and do not forget to spread the word to your friends.

Flower Reborn (In Pedrógão)

Stubborn; As only a woman knows how to be.
Knowledgeable; As only a Goddess knows how to be.
Feminine and beautiful among the black of death,
reborn, alive, dependent on strength and not on luck.

Beautiful is your strength that gives color to the Morning.
Sunrise agape renewing Hope.
And the wind packs it, shrouded in gray dust,
that everything around him contemplates her Dance.

It is she, the Flower, who rises on the mountain,
Again, to prove that, who sowed her, was right  ...
To prove that a Goddess looks at us from the front:
without fear, despite the lifes the wind took.

 

 

Continues at

http://synchchaos.com/

by Rui M.
Notes:
Pedrógão is a locality in Portugal were 64 people died this June during a wild fire.
this and other poems in a new book "Pieces of Hope" (in English, Portuguese and Spanish)
for more info about the book contact synchchaos@gmail.com