Falta de força!

Houve alturas em que parecia que agarrava o mundo com uma mão, e agora parece que tudo foge...

Festejos!

Os aniversários não devem ser apenas para o dia em que nascemos. Se eles implicarem festejo, celebremos todas as datas que nos marcaram pela positiva! Parabéns!

Rir

Rir é um remédio fantástico para desbloquear a mente e alargar os freios do espírito.

Rir é um ruído agradável que significa felicidade e preenche um espaço cheio de nada em tudo o que há de melhor - quando rir é genuíno, rir é o melhor remédio!

Escrever

A escrita tem uma série de variantes interessantes! Escrever é juntar uma série de letras em palavras, palavras em frases, frases em parágrafos, parágrafos em pequenos ou grandes textos, em jeito de conto, história, biografia, romance, drama, novela, ensaio, rubrica,... eu sei lá!

Escrever é a arte de cada um que escreve, sem que necessariamente isso implique a boa prática do conceito de escrita, na relatividade das interpretações que lhe damos.

Dos textos mais técnicos até aos mais evasivos, pautam-se uma série de diferenças de forma e de conteúdo, mas todos reúnem uma característica essencial: quem escreve um texto não sabe fazê-lo sem espelhar o mínimo que seja da sua personalidade e das suas vivências.

Na simplicidade mais singela de um texto escrito, é impossível não encontrar uma felicidade, uma frustração, um estado de alma, um episódio ou mesmo uma história de amor! Acaba por haver sempre um requinte de auto-biografia mesmo que o intuito não seja esse!

E depois há aquele anseio estúpido de quem gosta de escrever, às vezes sobre nada, na reunião aleatória de conceitos... mas cedo chega o bloqueio, e não mais do que meia dúzia de palavras juntas.

Alguém dizia: "gostava de ler textos teus com mais de duas linhas". Aqui está um! E que diz ele? Que hoje há uma vontade de escrever sobre qualquer coisa, nem que seja sobre o simples acto de escrever! Que comentário merecerá? Talvez nenhum! Mas que importância isso tem? Não sei!

Que raio de mania que tenho em analisar tudo! Espero continuar assim!

Erro!

Errar não é um defeito, não assumir o erro é ter falta de qualidade!

Trabalhamos muito

Quando eu crescer quero ser qualquer coisa que me faça feliz.
Quando eu crescer quero fazer qualquer coisa que me preencha e me traga felicidade e me dê sustento!
Quando eu era pequeno não sabia o que queria ser e, agora que cresci qualquer coisa, sei que aquilo que sou me preenche mas me deixa todos os dias uma grande dose de frustração!
A responsabilidade dos actos fica com quem os pratica, mas há a necessidade de fazer essa responsabilidade baseada no conhecimento e na boa prática!
A reflexão banal das coisas em Medicina leva-nos sempre ao ponto em que falamos de um médico sabedor e trabalhador tendo como objecto os seus doentes que tenta tratar. E depois concluímos sempre que o médico se esforça e investe muito no seu conhecimento, e nas muitas horas que trabalha é levado sempre até à exaustão...
Mas será sempre assim?

Números

1, 2, 3, 4, alguns... doentes!

Virtual Insanity

Há rotinas que custam quebrar...

Às vezes pergunto-me porque vou tantas vezes ao facebook!

We are the world

Ainda alguém se lembra do Haiti?

Heal the World

Já alguém pensou nisto?

Your Song

Nada é meu!

Rocket Man

Tipo foguete, sempre apressado, qual lebre da Alice no País das Maravilhas...

Cheio de pressa de estar aí, aqui, ali, agora, já, porque há sempre a necessidade e a ânsia da presença pela simples necessidade de ser assim!

Estranho? Eu!

Don't let the sun go down on me

Às vezes parece real... o sol desce, queima tudo e fico só eu a andar não sei bem por onde!

Não é mal de amor mas antes de mim mesmo!

Sou complicado porque sim, penso demais e por vezes faço de menos, mas sou assim! Recorrentemente depressível mas animado, insistentemente presente mas inocente, totalmente disponível e, por isso, sempre muito ocupado!
Ainda não aprendi a viver! Será?

I have a dream - Martin Luther King

August 28, 1963. Washington, D.C.

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation. [Applause]

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.

But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

O mundo muda... E o Brasil? Muda?

A candidata à presidência do Brasil pelo Partido dos Trabalhadores (PT), Dilma Rousseff, tem 43% das intenções de voto e poderia vencer as eleições na primeira volta, segundo uma sondagem, divulgada hoje pela imprensa brasileira.

Red Alarm

Emergency! Mais 24h...

Decisões

Assim se espera que seja feliz!

Viagem

Vou de viagem e já volto... Não conheço quem levo... Espero que corra bem!

Parabéns!

Simplesmente Parabéns (atrasados)... o resto já foi dito (a horas)!

Dispneia

Às vezes não entendo de onde vem esta falta de ar...
Quando começou?
Alivia ou agrava?
Dói o peito?
E tosse? Tem tosse?

Não, só tenho falta de ar...