Monday, November 14, 2011
mulher dos meus sonhos,
mãe dos meus filhos,
minha alma gêmea.
Eu sou minha própria casa.
Aprendi esta frase do Budismo.
Me mudei de A para B,
de B para C,
de C para D.
Mantive minha própria casa, eu!
E foi assim até que te encontrei.
Minha casa agora tem um endereço.
Assim como a Torre Eiffel está em Paris,
a Estátua da Liberdade em NY,
o Cristo Redentor no Rio de Janeiro,
eu estou em você.
Uso exemplo de obras construídas;
não nasceram ali.
Mas, uma vez unidas não se separam.
Assim é o nosso casamento.
Hoje comemoramos esta construção com a família e os amigos;
somos abençoados pela Igreja.
Eu sou minha própria casa;
o endereço é você!
Monday, July 4, 2011
not the ones who leave you behind. True friends always forgive, especially a friend's mistake. A real friend is not the one who helps you cheat an exam at school (who tells you the answer for a difficult exam question); neither is that one who jokes around.
Friendship is a serious thing and not something that wears off. The best gift that a friend can give you is their friendship itself.
If you wonder why it is good to have friends, here's the answer: "It is because friends are fun and are always around for the good times . "
And for those who have no friends, here goes message : you have no idea how much you are missing! Ha ha ha.
Eduardo do Vale Caroli (8 years old)
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Mais um dia dos namorados,
Uma nova comemoração
Este ano ainda mais empolgados;
Da mãe, o namorado,
O mano querido,
Meu filho amado.
Com você, ainda mais alegria
Algo que não se explica
Mas o amor nessa família,
Somente se multiplica...
Sunday, February 20, 2011
The one great advantage of Bhakti is that it is the easiest, and the most natural way to reach the great divine end in view; its great disadvantage is that in its lower forms it oftentimes degenerates into hideous fanaticism. The fanatical crew in Hinduism, or Mohammedanism, or Christianity, have always been almost exclusively recruited from these worshippers on the lower planes of Bhakti. That singleness of attachment (Nishthâ) to a loved object, without which no genuine love can grow, is very often also the cause of the denunciation of everything else. All the weak and undeveloped minds in every religion or country have only one way of loving their own ideal, i.e. by hating every other ideal. Herein is the explanation of why the same man who is so lovingly attached to his own ideal of God, so devoted to his own ideal of religion, becomes a howling fanatic as soon as he sees or hears anything of any other ideal. This kind of love is somewhat like the canine instinct of guarding the master’s property from intrusion; only, the instinct of the dog is better than the reason of man, for the dog never mistakes its master for an enemy in whatever dress he may come before it.