There's a group to create a new app with information useful to understand the reality of Covid-19

 

https://github.com/WorldHealthOrg

 

Thank you.

Enjoy.

At the Zoo of Lisbon. 

En verde y gris

La ciudad que ignora la naturaleza
ignora la dádiva del oxígeno ...
La naturaleza que ignora la ciudad
ignora uno de sus bellos frutos ...

Cemento, arena, agua, clavo, acero frío,
movimiento, cena, pena, dolor, amor ...
Flor, planta, ave, humano, cóndor,
Todos, pedazo a lo largo del río ...

Entre la ciudad y el bosque
hay más en común que pedazos fríos:
Existe el calor del sueño,
sin tiempo, morada o resignación.

25 de abril de 2017

 

In green and gray

 

The city that ignores nature

Ignores the gift of oxygen ...

Nature that ignores the city

Ignores one of its beautiful fruits ...

 

Cement, sand, water, nail, cold steel,

Movement, supper, mourning, pain, love ...

Flower, plant, bird, human, condor,

Everyone, piece off the river ...

 

Between the city and the forest

There are more in common than chunks:

There is the heat of the dream,

No time, address or resignation!

 

25th April 2017

 

Enjoy.

A photo at the Zoo of Lisbon, 12th March 2020

Dyslexia semantics

 

There is the frustration of running but never coming.

The castration of creation asking for forgiveness.

The sudden impulse to not want to be in vain.

The sudden braking of who wants to lie down.

 

There is the inconsistency of loving life and death,

Whom by Destiny accepts such luck

And still the huge flower of the Alentejo

And the absence of those I no longer see.

 

But there is still the power of words

The strength of the spring that springs in summer

And the red blood red of my heart.

 

And there is the exchange of suffering for suffering

Through the eternal dawn, reborn,

Of whom it is for so long to write ...

 

Enjoy.

Dear readers and friends,

Here is the website of the WHO (World Health Organization)

https://www.who.int/

 

See you soon.

Reach Out To Your Dreams

 

It’s not an easy feat;

Considering the world we live in;

Full of distractions and discouragements

 

It’s not what you should give into;

Considering the aspirations you’ve always had;

Full of life and purpose

 

It’s not out of place to look into your perception;

Considering the fact that it’s where your dreams are first pictures

Full of desired revelation and fulfillment

 

So, see them happening

By finding them in your perception

Reach out to them: meaning…

Reach out to your dreams

 

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Please sent us your work (poem or short story) to our Literary Contest "Nature 2018-2019"

Bests.

 

Dear Friends,

Here is our Literary Contest:

https://talesforlove.blogs.sapo.pt/literary-contest-soon-nature-75427?utm_source=posts&utm_content=1542838166

Please sends us your valuable work.

 

A poem to all poets by Mr. Ben, Chimezie Ihekuna.

In his Book "The Array of Thoughts"

 

Loving My Poetry

I love my poetry

That’s our matrimony

 

I treat her like my wife

That’s why our union has no strife!

 

How?

The praises of her virtues I’ve Poured

Her excesses of words I’ve taken Out

She made known our undying love through her Emotions

Everything about her has been a reflection of her Reality

She has been a success through her Yearning

 

In a nutshell, loving my poetry is loving my Poured Out Thoughts

My Poured Out Thoughts are made possible through the reality of my yearning.

 

Thanks.

The Anthology "Nature 2018" is available here:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/883858

 

Bests.

With extreme weather phenomena, all over the world, our care for nature seems to be totally justified. This August: why not be careful and put all the plastic in the dustbin? why not think of the best way to use technology without harming nature? May poetry inspire us.

 

Fragility - Corina Savu (Romania)

 

Waves break through the shore

flooding the banks with tears.

Under the eyelids, pray lost its sound

And music is just a fad and broken sound

that separetes the worlds.

 

It's raining...

With tears from the sky

Over lonely souls,

Traveling to dusk

From the heights of suffering

With a final "burning" embrace

 

What's left after the gray rains fall,

...backwards...

from the soul to the forehead,

from the earth from which the life went down to heaven?

 

We gather broken wings...

in fact, there are only piles of ash, but

we lie that we are still alive,

that we still feel,

that we have not yet lost our way or His hand.

 

Ah, it's raining...

With tears that washed away sins

Over dried hearts,

Traveling from fire

Into eternal peace

With fragile wings.

 

 

 

The Book “BEING HAPPY: 10 Keys to Unlock Overflowing Joy in Everyday Living” by Janice Almond

 

This is a book with a clear purpose: to help people be happy. He looks ahead to the obstacles that keep us from reaching the goal of happiness and proposes a way to circumvent them. A serious work that is worth reading.

 

Available in:

https://www.amazon.com/BEING-HAPPY-Overflowing-Everyday-Grateful-ebook/dp/B07FS9CF5Q/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&qid=1532900094&sr=8-7&keywords=being+happy

 

Our e-book Anthology "Nature 2017-2018"

 

The Anthology "Nature 2017-2018" is already available here:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/883858

 

Enjoy.

This month we present the translation of two poems by Brazilian poets.

 

First the poem by Ricardo de Souza, mentioning a positive world made of love and peace, regardless the duties, doubts and uncertainties...

 

Yes, always yes, by Ricardo de Souza

I live in the world of duties, doubts, uncertainties, taxes,
I live in the world of wars, of individualism, with lack of ideas,
I live in the world of beautiful landscapes, kind people, balance, love and peace,
I live in the world where complaining does not solve,
I come to this world with the poor purpose of leaving the little knowledge I know,
I come to this world with the duty of change, innovation, vision of the future for the quality of life of many,
I come to leave my name written in the memory of those I can reach.

 

The same poem in Portuguese:

 

Sim, Sempre Sim

 

Vivo no mundo de deveres, dúvidas, incertezas, impostos,

Vivo no mundo de guerras, de individualismo, afogado na pobreza de espírito,

Vivo no mundo de paisagens bonitas, pessoas bondosas, equilíbrio, amor e paz,

Vivo no mundo aonde reclamar não resolve,

Venho a este mundo com o pobre objetivo de deixar o pouco conhecimento que sei,

Venho a este mundo com o dever de mudança, inovação, visão de futuro em prol da qualidade de vida de muitos,

Venho deixar o meu nome escrito na memória dos que eu puder alcançar.

 

 A poem by the Brazilian poet Maria Coquemala.

MY SOUL

Light, my soul gets free and grows.
My soul that has never been so joyful,
who abandons this departing body.
       My soul transcends, advances in space ...
       Driven by the wings of desire, go to the infinite ...
       My soul goes through the rainbow.
       and is painted with the colors of joy.
All the painful memories are erased.
Silence for ever the voices of longing,
of sorrow, of pain, of suffering.
      They reveal themselves to my soul,
      the secrets of the Universe ...
      There are no unanswered questions.
      There is no longer body, agony and death.
And my whole soul, without cuts,
fulfill all my fantasies.
Reason and feeling merge in harmony.
     My walking soul advances in infinity
     unraveling paths in eternity.

Note: in the book "Pulsar" (2015), All Print Editora, São Paulo, Brazil

 

Original in Portuguese:

 

MINHA ALMA

Leve, minha alma se liberta e cresce.
Minha alma que nunca esteve tão alegre,
que abandona este corpo que se esvai.
      Minha alma transcende, avança no espaço...
      Levada pelas asas do desejo, ruma ao infinito...
      Minha alma atravessa o arco-íris
      e se pinta com as cores da alegria.
Apagam-se todas as lembranças doloridas.
Silenciam para sempre as vozes da saudade,
da tristeza, da dor, do sofrimento.
     Vão-se revelando à minha alma,
     os segredos todos do Universo...
     Já não há perguntas sem respostas.
     Já não há corpo, agonia e morte.
E a minha alma inteira, sem recortes,
realiza todas as minhas fantasias.
Razão e sentimento se fundem em harmonia.
    Minha alma andarilha avança no infinito
    desvendando veredas na eternidade.

Nota: no Livro "Pulsar" (2015), All Print Editora, São Paulo, Brasil

 

Enjoy your readings and writings.

Bests.

Please send us your short stories and don't forget to spread the word! You might have news soon....

 

 Link for rules of the Literary Contest:

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