Today a new poem, about plants, strenght, abstraction.

"Plants" by Nélio José (Nampula - Mozambique)

The birthing arrived, the life’s embryo,
And then the plant, strength, reborn again.
It grows and hovers, among nations, in Africa,
As a synonym for abstract wealth, it is eternalized.

The earth’s promise, green as ever,
Always bright, in the sun that fills in the sky.
Beautiful as caressing rains,
Plants, the eternal seal that Africa inherits and
guides.

The original in Portuguese:

Plants

Veio o nascer, o embrião da vida,
E depois a planta, vigor renascido.
Cresce e paira, entre nações, na África,
Eterniza-se como sinônimo de riqueza abstrata.

Verdes como nunca, a promessa da terra,
Brilhantes sempre, no sol que encerra.
Bonitas feito chuvas que acariciam,
Plantas, o eterno selo que a África herda e guia

Enjoy.

Dear friends.

Today we post a Sonnet by Shakespeare:

XXVIII.

How can I then return in happy plight,
That am debarr'd the benefit of rest?
When day's oppression is not eased by night,
But day by night, and night by day, oppress'd?
And each, though enemies to either's reign,
Do in consent shake hands to torture me;
The one by toil, the other to complain
How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
I tell the day, to please them thou art bright
And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:
So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night,
When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even.
But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer
And night doth nightly make grief's strength
seem stronger.

Was Shakespeare going on holidays when he mentions the 'benefit of rest'? 

This is clearly a Sonnet that make us feel more like going on holidays, in order to obtain new strenght to continue writing and dreaming. Resting as part of the creative process :-) I think that all of us believe this is a good idea. No sorrows and no night, only light.

Enjoy.

See you soon.