Recuperação da adolescência

é sempre mais difícil
ancorar um navio no espaço

Ana C.

(sem dúvida já coloquei aqui, mas tem coisas que nunca deixam de ser verdade)

(Source: scienceisbeauty)

Data

Tá fazendo 2 anos que comecei a aprender mais, muito mais.

Especialmente sobre: amar, liberdade, honestidade.

E conforme os dias vão passando entra pra lista “saudade”.

Muita saudade Belinda.

Sylvia Plath diante do mar

On a relatively unfrequented, stony beach there is a great rock which juts out over the sea. After a climb, an ascent from one jagged foothold to another, a natural shelf is reached where one person can stretch at length, and stare down into the tide rising and falling below, or beyond to the bay, where sails catch light, then shadow, then light, as they tack far out near the horizon. The sun has burned these rocks, and the great continuous ebb and flow of the tide has crumbled the boulders, battered them, worn them down to the smooth sun-scalded stones on the beach which rattle and shift underfoot as one walks over them. A serene sense of the slow inevitability of the gradual changes in the earth’s crust comes over me; a consuming love, not of a god, but of the clean unbroken sense that the rocks, which are nameless, the waves which are nameless, the ragged grass, which is nameless, are all defined momentarily through the consciousness of the being who observes them. With the sun burning into rock and flesh, and the wind ruffling grass and hair, there is an awareness that the blind immense unconscious impersonal and neutral forces will endure, and that the fragile, miraculously knit organism which interprets them, endows them with meaning, will move about for a little, then falter, fail, and decompose at last into the anonymous soil, voiceless, faceless, without identity.

From this experience I emerged whole and clean, bitten to the bone by sun, washed pure by the icy sharpness of salt water, dried and bleached to the smooth tranquillity that comes from dwelling among primal things.

From this experience also, a faith arises to carry back to a human world of small lusts and deceitful pettiness. A faith, naïve and child like perhaps, born as it is from the infinite simplicity of nature. It is a feeling that no matter what the ideas or conduct of others, there is a unique rightness and beauty to life which can be shared in openness, in wind and sunlight, with a fellow human being who believes in the same basic principles.

mpdrolet:

Joan, 2013
Amiko Li

mpdrolet:

Joan, 2013

Amiko Li

Chegando na UFPA.

Chegando na UFPA.

onde fui tão feliz

onde fui tão feliz

É que esse ano escrever foi questão de sanidade