Os Ateus Perderam a Cabeça?

Artigo Brilhante!!!!!

FÉ RACIONAL

Tradução:Eliel Vieira

Questão 1:

Caro Professor Craig,

Eu sou um ateu que admira seus debates e argumentos, mas tenho observado uma tendência no meu lado da discussão sobre a qual eu gostaria de lhe perguntar.

Me parece que os ateus populares de hoje em dia, como Richard Dawkins, Daniel Dennett, Christopher Hitchens e Sam Harris, não aprensentam argumentos sólidos (ou ao menos válidos) da forma como um filósofo como você (ou um filósofo em treinamento como eu) gostaria de ver. Eu sei que estes argumentos existiam com os ateus no passado (como Mackey, Russell e Hume), mas eu não sei porque os ateus populares (ou outros ateus em geral) atualmente não empregam tal argumentação em debates recentes.

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Platônico

Nada como um bom amor não correspondido para injetar um pouco de inspiração nas veias… Este blog andava meio às traças mesmo… Eu poderia escrever esse post em inglês, como faço com todos os outros de uns anos pra cá, mas ele meio que pede para ser escrito na minha língua materna.

E pra você que lê esta postagem, alguma vez já se sentiu imensamente feliz pela felicidade de alguém por quem você jamais mediria esforços?… Eu já… E a sensação é incrivelmente maravilhosa. A menos q você caia na besteira de fazer com que essa pessoa saiba dos seus reais sentimentos… Não que seja uma besteira absurda, às vezes é necessário mesmo que digamos o que realmente sentimos, mesmo que seja apenas para desafogar o coração… Pode ser num simples bilhete, pode ser num singelo gesto de carinho… Na maioria das vezes despretensioso, sem esperar coisa alguma em troca. Pura e simplesmente porque você precisa que aquela pessoa saiba o quanto você se importa com ela…

E então você se depara com essa pessoa ao lado de outra, por quem ela não mediria esforços… E ao invés de se entristecer, você tão somente se alegra e sorri. Nada diz, nada faz… Apenas sorri. Talvez, em algum momento deixe cair uma lágrima escondida, afinal ninguém é de ferro, mas não uma lágrima de tristeza, apenas pura emoção, de ver que a pessoa a quem você quer bem está bem e isso é tudo o que importa pra você. Talvez em algum momento você se sinta um pouco envergonhado por ter se exposto… Talvez em algum momento você se sinta um pouco culpado por ter arriscado deixar transparecer algo que você sempre soube que seria muito melhor se ficasse quietinho, guardado só com você… Mas daí eu pergunto: Como manter em segredo algo que todos à sua volta já perceberam e já sabem, que salta aos olhos logo no primeiro relance, e você é o único que ainda tenta disfarçar dizendo que é apenas uma brincadeira?

Até que, chega um momento em que você percebe que o que você sente é muito mais profundo do que você mesmo poderia conceber…

Um momento em que você percebe que aquela pessoa está triste por algum motivo, e sua ternura por ela é tão imensa que é como se você quase que adivinhasse o que acontece, e uma brincadeira soa como um desabafo preso há muito e dói em seu próprio peito como um punhal rasgando seu coração de fora a fora… Por alguns instantes você se deixa levar pelo seu coração, e ignora o que você sempre soube: que aquela pessoa jamais faria parte da sua vida, por alguns segundos, você meio que perde o norte e resolve arriscar… Mas daí você se dá conta que por um momento você se enganou (ou talvez não, nunca se sabe…) e tem o veredito final das páginas dessa breve história que se desenrola no seu cotidiano…

Um final que, talvez nem sempre seja o mais agradável para aquele que está apaixonado, mas que surpreendentemente traz uma vivacidade jamais experimentada antes, uma felicidade plena, tão divina quanto a música… Que se contenta em se deixar transparecer em um suave sorriso e uma doce emoção derramada pelo cantinho dos olhos… Tão profundo… Tão imenso… E mesmo assim, tão simples…

Simples como compreender o real significado de amor…

Simples como amar. E ponto.

E, a cena, um tanto embaraçosa, que se desenrola diante de seus olhos, que em qualquer outro momento, ou para qualquer outra pessoa causaria uma imensa dor e tristeza, se transforma em uma fonte de paz e serenidade como há muito você não sentia… E, ao invés de matar, apenas fortalece a admiração que se sente pela tal pessoa, porque se comprova a integridade do caráter e a pureza da essência do alvo do seu afeto… E o sentimento, ao invés de diminuir, cresce ainda mais… E continua assim, requerendo absolutamente nada em troca. Apenas uma admiração profunda e um carinho imenso e pleno como a vida.

Enfim… E desse modo nos contentamos com a felicidade alheia como se fosse a nossa própria…

Essa gente estranha, chegada num amor platônico… Vai entender…

A Tinta de Teus Olhos

A tinta de teus olhos…

Que me inspiraram por mais tempo que tu possas imaginar,

Que me encorajaram a não desistir de quem sou,

Que me motivaram nos momentos mais difíceis…

A tinta de teus olhos…

Que sempre extraíram de mim o melhor da minha alma de artista,

Que me deixaram, às vezes, mais tímida do que de costume,

Que fizeram com que meus olhos me traíssem a cada gesto teu…

A tinta de teus olhos…

Tinta que jamais desbotará em minha memória…

Minha tinta preferida para colorir o céu,

Quando cinzento estiver…

Clara Maria Cristina Borges de Medeiros

Itaboraí, 26 de Novembro de 2014.

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Your Eyes

Your precious blue eyes

Gemstones I love the most in this earth…

That those silly eyes of mine

Just can’t help staring to…

Everytime I feel

Those eyes of yours

Looking straight into mine

It’s like a piece of heaven in earth…

Whenever you approach of me,

I feel my heart bursting

In a spark of million stars

And I just hold back my breathe

So I don’t take the risk

Of holding you tight in my arms

To never ever let you go…

Clara Maria Cristina Borges de Medeiros

Itaboraí, October 2, 2014.

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Te Quero

Por algum motivo que ainda não se definiu bem…
Por um propósito que ainda não consegui decifrar…
Te quero…

Tanto, tanto, tanto que preciso dizer,
E as palavras insistem em me escapar…
Eu te quero…

Mas como expressar isso?
Se ainda nem sei bem o q sinto?
Apenas sei que…
Te quero…

Clara Maria Cristina Borges de Medeiros
Itaboraí, 24 de Setembro de 2014

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Feed Your Soul with Kindness

And your heart with purity. We live in such a challenging world, where LOVE, FAITH and HOPE are fading away and humanity loses completely the sense of direction and the beautiful purpose of its existence.

Human relationships are all sick and not a single person seem to figure it out. Everything that hurts and destroys the fragile and sensible human soul has been taken as “normal” and “right” as the human kind sink in loneliness, unhappiness and no one can or want to find the cure. Politics, religion, wars are the only subjects that impregnates every human brain, while what’s really essential is barely remembered as the life goes by as a sigh.

When will we open up our ears, eyes and hearts to see what really matters? When will we see that being is much more important than having, that long lasting relationships are far more worthy than those kind of fast food relationships, when will we figure out that living simple and naturally is much more healthy? When will we stop rushing, giving away our energy, wasting our time in selfish yearnings, while our life passes before our eyes and we don’t even realize it…

When will we care better of our families, when will we be more loving to our parents, beginning by myself, when will we learn to be more patient, attencious, understanding… When will we learn to retreat our worse instincts and try to be more kind to each other?

When will we learn to LOVE?

Everyday we rush, everyday we’re blind to each other… everyday we die a little without fullfilling the good purpose of our lives…

I pray and hope we wake up on time to see what and who we were born to be, before it’s too late.

God bless us all.

Charles Chaplin

Out of Place/Out of Time

The world spins fast:
Out of place.
My mind slows down…
Out of time.

Taking a break to rest,
Out of time,
From this crazy town.
Out of place.

Watching people having
Fun with… a cage?!
Out of place!
Contemporary madness…
Out of time.

Where has gone the sense
Of beauty for the arts?
Out of time…
Am I the only one able
To see it in the Life’s restarts?
Out of place…

Wandering in thoughts, seeking
Some meaning to my words,
Out of place…
This awkward melody
Insists into sounding
Out of time.

And this heart of mine beating
Always in another measure,
Slower rythm
Out of time…
While the world will never
Stop spinning fast
Out of place.

Clara Maria Cristina Borges de Medeiros
Rio de Janeiro, August 21st, 2014.

Não Existe “Arte pela Arte”.

A Arte é uma necessidade humana básica que transcende as civilizações. Tudo o que sabemos hoje sobre os antigos impérios e toda sua história nos foi contado pelos artefatos e registros artísticos encontrados nos sítios arqueológicos, não por dados, números ou qualquer outro tipo de registro que conhecemos e designamos como “sérios” hoje. Porque, quem disse que arte não é algo que precise ser levado a sério?

Não existe um ser humano sequer que consiga percorrer toda a sua trajetória de vida sobre a face da Terra absolutamente sem qualquer tipo de contato com algum elemento artístico, seja ele qual for. Da tradição oral às elaboradas produções, a Arte tem um papel fundamental até mesmo na capacidade de sobrevivência. E, ainda assim, qual é a imagem que se tem do artista?

Em uma era onde tudo é “conceitual”, a Arte, infelizmente, deixou de cumprir o seu papel de evocação da essência benigna e emocional do ser humano, e tornou-se mera ferramenta de entretenimento, vazio de sentimento e significado. Sim, a arte tem sido mal utilizada não é de hoje, e há registros históricos de como a Arte também era utilizada para doutrinar politicamente e outras formas de manipulação, e tais estratégias são aplicadas até hoje, tão profunda é a ação da Arte sobre o cérebro. Diante de uma jaula cujo propósito e licença poética talvez sejam realmente levar o observador a ponderar sobre o cárcere diário que nos encerra a sociedade contemporânea, não consigo fugir à pergunta: Que diferença faz passar o dia engaiolado em um escritório e, ao final do dia, deparar-se com grades num lugar que, supostamente, deveria ampliar seus horizontes e abrir seus olhos para a beleza e as cores vivas de um outro universo?

No meu entender, a arte deixa de ser Arte quando ela não cumpre o seu papel de tocar a alma e fazer alguém sentir-se vivo pelo simples fato de emocionar-se, de se lembrar que tem um coração pulsante e que, muito mais do que cumprir uma função biológica, ele está ali porque estamos todos profundamente ligados ao universo inteiro, muito além da matéria. A arte deixa de ser Arte quando seus conceitos, a pretexto de “quebra de paradigmas, convenções” e etc, aprisiona o ser humano ao invés de despertá-lo e libertá-lo para o BEM, para o que é BOM e para o BELO. “Mas esses conceitos são completamente subjetivos”, certamente intervirá alguém, contudo, penso que basta olhar para a natureza, mesmo com toda a selvageria da luta pela sobrevivência, para entender tais conceitos a fundo.

Ser artista é justamente conduzir os olhos e ouvidos das pessoas para isso. É lembrá-las de que são parte de um Plano de Amor, que suas vidas são um presente precioso, ainda que em singelos toques de cor. O idiota que inventou o conceito de “arte pela arte” jamais compreendeu a fundo seu propósito e, pior ainda, rebaixou os artistas, os verdadeiros que dedicam horas, dias e anos estudando minuciosamente cada aspecto de seu ofício com esmero e afinco, que dedicam suas vidas a retratar toda a beleza da Coroa da Criação, o próprio ser humano, a vagabundos com ideias malucas para quem tudo é válido e qualquer coisa é permitida, que fazem arte somente por “amor à arte”.

Sinceramente, esse tipo de coisa está bem longe de ser Arte, e todo indivíduo que se comporta dessa maneira, é qualquer coisa, menos Artista, ciente do dom divino que carrega dentro de si e de sua influência sobre toda uma geração ou até mesmo sobre toda uma civilização. A verdadeira Arte é um ofício árduo, que requer tempo, dedicação e muita persistência para se conseguir que o trabalho do artista seja reconhecido como um verdadeiro ganha-pão. O público raramente tem noção das horas de estudo e ensaio que um músico despende para que um concerto possa ser realizado, por exemplo. Quem vai a uma exposição, não se dá conta de que um único quadro pode ter levado meses até ser concluído… E, por mais que todos admirem a arte, ainda desprezam o ofício como uma profissão tão séria e conceituada quanto qualquer outra…

Justamente porque alguns cabeças-de-vento acham “bonito” o conceito de arte pela arte e que “comercializá-la” é um atentado ao fazer artístico…Não deveria ser, uma vez que, para que o trabalho seja bem feito, paciência, tempo e persistência são essenciais para a sua realização.

Valorize o artista.

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Born to Love

That’s my mission as a human being.

My last post was a let it out about a subject I had to fix up with a long time friend, and after talking to him about what was bothering and hurting me, I learned another thing I already knew about love, but never got to put in practice. Love doesn’t wait anything in swap. You just love. Period. Isn’t it how GOD loves us?

It works for relationships between men and women, and, above all, it works for the whole human kind. Many may say: One thing has nothing to do with other, but I must disagree and say, yes, they both share the same essence, otherwise, the relationship between Christ and the Church wouldn’t be compared to a marriage and marriage likewise, right?

When Jesus has decided giving His Life for humanity, He knew many wouldn’t care for His Sacrfice. Still He did it anyway. Because He couldn’t help doing so. His love was above the rejection or acceptance of the ones that would know about what He has done. His Love for man kind was the reason of His life. Of His comming, and of everything he has suffered for us. He always thought we were worth it. He always thought that, despite we wishing or not to have a relationship with Him, it was worth to die so we could live.

The same works for a man/woman that loves someone and is willing to pay whatever price it takes for the happiness of the beloved person. Helping them on to be with someone else, or taking the fact that they won’t be anything else deeper than good friends, or even giving aways its own life for someone… Loving is never thinking about yourself first, but always thinking of the other and seeking for their well-being first. That’s what JESUS has done for us, and that’s what WE SHOULD DO for each others EVERYDAYS.

But, everything and everyone around us seem to say the opposite, right? Indeed… Because to the power that rules this world under God’s consent doesn’t want us to really be like Jesus. Because the power that rules this world and has blinded the human’s hearts and minds never wanted us to stay in a deep RELATIONSHIP with God. First it has worked hard to break up the relationship between God and man, and now, its working hard to destroy all human relationships, because when a human being is alone, it’s easier defeated. When a human doesn’t believe in relationships anymore, gives up trusting God’s faithful and eternal love.

Have you ever noticed how our relationships only get fragile and weak day after day? Have you ever noticed how alone people are feeling lately, and nothing seems to heal this loneliness? And day after day, in every single second we are told, all the time, that true love does not exist, that faith is something to be ashamed of… Notice what is being heavily beaten everyday: Love and Faith. The both RELATIONSHIP principles that can’t ever walk apart. Because when you love, you have faith and when you have faith, love becomes part of your own essence. That’s how it works in the spiritual kingdom. It’s not about religion. It’s about a deep relationship with the unseen. Even to serve to the evil, first you must believe it exists… And this is the faith acting for a bad choice, still a choice.

Jesus has choosen loving us. He could have refused facing the cross, He could have asked for the Heaven’s Armies to keep Him away from the Calvary, He could have done anything to not face the fate that should have been ours. Yet, He did it, because he prefered dying Himself, so we would have Life. I have choosen being jsut a friend, because my friend’s happiness is most important than mine. Another friend mine has choosen to encourage me about this friend, because to him, my happiness is most important than his own… And… What a blessed feeling is this peace that fills your soul when you decide that doing what’s right for the other, what makes the other person happy, is most important than yourself.

Do you know what happens then? You understand how huge is God’s love for humanity. You understand that LOVE, TRUE LOVE does exist, and that you CAN CHOOSE to put it in practice. You learn that this is the only way to get closer to God, and when someone brings you closer to God, you need to keep them in your life, no matter what. You finally understand the Life’s purpose.

What people doesn’t seem to understand now a days is that LOVE is not a feeling. Love is a choice. And to think for some moments I almost forgot this eternal truth…

We all were born to love. But a pure love, not this sick love that is being spreaded around the world, those lies pretending to be love, NOT AT ALL! Love never seeks its own pleasure, LOVE, never seeks its own happiness. Once again, LOVE, TRUE LOVE, always put the other first. Never ourselves and our selfish desires. This is anything but love.

I know everything here kind of sound quite cliche… After all, talking about love is such the easiest thing on earth… But LIVING IN LOVE, that’s the true secret of life, and once you learn it, your duty is never keep it to yourself, but SHARE…

Because we all were born to love.

Living in Love.

Un-Meetings

“Puisque on ne vivra jamais tout les deux…”

I don’t know why, but sometimes I got the light feeling that my life thinks I’m masoquist… When I think everything will at last settle down, and life will proceed seren and sweet, NOOO… It has to turn everything into a hurricane and make my heart fall into pieces again… ¬¬

The most incredible is that it, my life, has such a very sarcastic and ironic sense of humour, because in this very moment, what fits my situation like a glove is a french song… for someone from China! Alright, this sounds pretty weird even to my ears… but I won’t especify where exactly this person is from, but he will know it when he reads this…

Eight years have passed since we first talked online… And six years since last time we’ve been together… I always left so clear everything I felt for him… He always insisting he loved me as a sister, when everything was saying something else… Communication got broken as the time passed, I’ve begun to get used to the idea that I would never see him ever again… But the love has never faded… It got quite bitter, I can not deny, but never faded… Sooo frustrating…

I never actually understood how can it be that things just seem not to work when everything shows way too crystal-clear that two people are meant to be together… But one may say: Perhaps he doesn’t feels like this… I really wish to believe it, but that’s not what his eyes tell me.

Anyways…

Six years ago it was so easy to tell him straight whatever was going on in my heart and mind… But now… Not anymore… It feels like we’re both just so hurt with each other that there’s a huge gap between us… A deep valley that I don’t know anymore how to cross, and a huge wall that I don’t know how to climb up to reach out his heart… Somethings have not changed, but some others… God, they are killing me inside!

I had forgotten how I admire him… As a friend and as the man of my dreams… I had forgotten how I love the bright of his green eyes (a bit darker now), when he speaks of his love for helping people and sharing about Jesus with them… I had forgotten how I love his smile and lips when he speaks… And how his extreme optimism drives me crazily mad because I envy the way he sees life in such a positive way… 

But what’s really killing me inside is not to know how to tell him how I feel, without running the risk of having him walking away from my life forever… And I don’t know, I just don’t know what is worse… If it’s doing something and pushing him away forever so I can just try again to get used to the idea of living without him, or keep up pretending I can get a life and love someone else, when I know, after all this time, my heart still belongs only to him… I’m divided between hating and loving the very same man, the one I’ve spent all my life waiting for, dreaming to share a lifetime with him…

I know I’ve done somethings that have hurt him so deeply 6 years ago, but I was so immature, childish and windyheaded then… Not that I have changed completely, but I’ve grown so mature in the last few months that I barely recognize myself, except for this mess in my heart right now, and I guess this is just to make sure that I am myself…

These last few days have been so crazy that I’m divided between wishing he does something really odious, so I can hate him and risk him forever from my heart and life; and wishing we can just fix everything up and start again a very new thing, even more wonderful than it was before… I miss the colors of the beginning of our friendship, when I used to send him e-cards everydays… He never missed answering an e-mail mine… But now, everything seems to be so silent between us…

Even my soul is silent…

And my soul being silent is not a good signal at all, because when the music, and all this wonderful mess of feelings that my soul is, gets silent, that means a deep and dark sadness is about to make me close for love, if not forever, at least for a long, long time.

I’m overwhealmed with the things I want and need to tell him, but I just don’t know how to do so… It’s like all the skill of speaking my feelings up has just left me alone and I’m standing in an empty room trying to look for the right words to make him understand how I feel and make sure he won’t mistake it…

But I don’t know how… I never thought I would come to this point, but I just don’t know how to let him know how I feel… And it’s awful to have to post something here just in a useless trying to not sufocate once for all with so many unspoken things… 

Trying to make the best out of this meeting that to me feels more like an un-meeting of souls…

 

Just Like Music

So, this blog post is quite a new thing to me, because instead of talking only about feelings or music, I’ll talk about sports… As everybody knows, the Fifa World Cup is happenning here in Brazil this year and, despite so many polemic generated because of all the politics and stuff, personally I dare say the Cup brought quite some very good things to cheer about!

The first one, was the chance to meet again some friends I made in the very beginning of 2013 and get a new one and spend a whole afternoon with them. The day was longer than I expected it and that got me drained, as you may notice by the size of this post, since I just got back home, but it was all worth it. And during this time spent with my friends, I could see, as we were talking about i,t how soccer/football doesn’t have such a big difference from music. While I was chatting with one of my friends, the other one took a ball and started to play with people he has never met before… So, we, that were just watching it, said, sports know no boundaries, and are beyond any language, just like music…

And that’s true… I guess, despite all those stupid politics in the World Cup backstage, I can not deny that the chance of bringing together people from many different nationalities, and make such this huge confraternization is one of the most positive aspects of a huge event like this one. Just like music, you can share the same emotion, the same feelings and joys…

And, the second good thing this world cup brought to me, was an alternative team to root for, since I don’t really care that Brazil team wins this Cup: ALLEZ LES BLEUS!!! VIVA LA FRANCE!

 

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A simple “Good Morning” makes ALL the difference!

Not so long ago I did post something about how the world could be a lot better if we learned how to be more kind to each other in a daily basis… Now it was my turn to experience some kindness towards myself, and see such a dark and heavy day get a whole new meanning with nothing but a simple greeting.

This week has been such a rough week for me and my family. When you think nothing can get worse, two beloved people in your family get sick in a very serious way, and I must confess I’m not taking it well at all.  Meanwhile, I was hired to work as music teacher in a school not as accessible as they said it would be, and due to all the bad newsof the last few weeks, my heart wasn’t exactly settled in a good will to do my job.  And this is the point where the reason for this post to be born; in a simple and heartfelt: “-Good Morning, Teacher!”

As I was arriving to the school, a grown man, that was working on the pavement in the corner of the school’s street, greeted me with the sincerity and purity of a child: “Good Morning, Teacher!”, and that reminded me the reason I was there and then I figured out  how important is the mission I must to fullfill there… And so, at least for one moment, all the pain in my heart vanished and I got my strenghts renewed to do what I have to.

Usually I’m kind even when I don’t want or mean to, because that’s my nature, but today, I could experience how it make all the difference to me a small gesture of politness, despite I was so focused on my own pain. Once again, I figured out it’s worth to be kind.

 

Clara Maria Cristina Borges de Medeiros

Itaboraí, June 13rd, 2014.

 

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It Heals The Soul To Be Gentle

It’s been such an awful world to live in lately. Everyone seems to be way too focused in its own needs that it feels like the world have always been this selfish place we know. It’s true that world was never a paradise, well, except in the very beginning, maybe… I like to believe once there was a time when people used to care a bit more about each other… I mean, there was a time when being kind and gentle was a virtue, times when, for a man it was a matter of honor to be respectful to a woman, and being polite to open up the doors or even hand over his seat to her in a crowded place was a day-by-day attitude. Not anymore (and I blame the feminism for this stupid thought that equal rights means eliminating small gentle gestures! ¬¬). Ok, maybe this kingdom of kindness exists only in my mind, but anyways, if that attitude was not for a heartfelt act of respect, at least it meant a bit of education…

Now a days, wherever I turn my face to, I only see a bunch of rude and idiots guys (I must confess I was lucky enough to meet some very rare exceptions to this rule, though) that are unable to help an old lady carrying up heavy bags, and too stupid to figure out their own rudeness. I lost the count of how many times I did hand over myself the place I was sit in a crowded bus, carrying up my cello, just in a hope to make some difference, since nobody else would do…

No, I’m not writing this post to grab on my own good actions. It’s just that I wonder why can’t we just be more kind and gentle to each other? It’s so easy to say that we can change the world with small gestures, but who’s really willing to do it ACTUALLY? Who has ever tried to DO IT for real? I try to do it whenever I have a chance, but, more than this, I want to do it everydays. Because being gentle make us more human. Being kind to other people, even the ones we’ve never met before, can open up our eyes and make us see how far we are from perfection and how much we need God in our daily life.

Being gentle heals the soul not because it makes you feel better or make you feel proud of yourself. Being kind heals the soul because it makes you figure out how much you still need to grow and improve as human, and makes you realize that perhaps you need and should be more kind and loving to your own family…

And then, bit by bit, you understand that the Life’s senseis not an end in itself or one single purpose to be fulfilled in this earth. In those small gestures done everyday, life is a continuous proccess of mistakes and achievements that will bring you closer to God, closer to the Life’s essence. And as more as you learn where you must to improve, more you grow and see that the result of your good actions are not only for this short and ephemeral existence but they will lead you to eternity. Because the small good you do in silence today, will resound loud in the Universe for genterations, even though no one hears about you ever; God has seen your actions and He knows if it was the result of a truly pure and wishful to learn heart or  if it was just to proove yourself you can be a good person.

Either way, self-pride or just because your conscience demands it, be kind and gentle, if not all the time, at least as much as you get, and then you’ll see that the world can really be a better place to live.

Clara Maria Cristina Borges de Medeiros

Rio de Janeiro, June 2nd, 2014.

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Eyes Wide Open

So… uhm… this is a post completely different from the things I use to post here… But I really feel the urge to talk about it, maybe some of you who read my blog will understand what I’m trying to say, maybe most of my readers will not or just think I’m joining to the conspiracionists choir, but the only thing I can say about everything I’ve been reading about the subject until now, is that what they say is pretty far from being just theories… If half of people who go to those mega shows promoted by the entertainement industry knew what’s really going on backstage, would think twice before giving their hardly earned money to those bloodsuckers (and they are in every possible way, literally!).

A couple years ago I posted a text here in portuguese https://claramusician.wordpress.com/2011/02/18/ideias-conflitantes-um-protesto-e-um-apelo/, saying how tired I was of people seeing evil everywhere, and, for my disgust, it really IS everywhere… Because this world lies in the evil, and the greed of human kind only feeds it, and I’m not only talking about the subjective evil feelings, like greed,  and other stuff like this, no, I’m talking about the REAL EVIL, whose only wish is to destroy the humanity, only because it is the main target of God’s love. And this evil is still selling to us the very same old story it has been selling since the very beginning of the world: Freedom to do whatever you want, knowledge that only God detains and that you are your own god. True Jesus has once said it, that we are gods, but, it was not this lie that has been sold to us since the Eden. Satan knows the power that the human brain has and wants to use it for the most destructive purpose ever, but God, in His supreme wisdom has protected us from our own worse instincts, which Satan wants to release at any cost, leading us to anichilate each other.

Whenever I think of the millions that have been taking this message, taking all this trash, all this… I don’t even have a name for it, changing their essence, their souls, for money, for things that shall pass in a sigh, I feel a deep weight in my heart, a deep sorrow and sense that I wish I could do anything to stop this machine… But everything is writen, and shall happen, for the man’s hand or to fullfill the prophecies… Either way, it shall happen.

Sometimes I really wish I was with my eyes wide closed, but who has ears to hear, listen it, and who has eyes to look, see it, and I have to say, it is right before our eyes. DAILY. Whether you notice it or not. Whether you believe it or not. All those misinformations, all those blood sacrifices (and to this point I really wish everything was just a bunch of legends or lies, but they’re actually not), everything to make you believe it’s just fiction, when in fact it is not fiction… It’s like “falling awake” (and never the lyrics of this song made such a sense to me) into a nightmare. The news that were supposed to inform, hide the most important informations while the movies make you laugh at the truth exposing it as a huge fairytale, or even worse, a big joke.

Chasing humans and killing them as cattle is their funniest sport. Who are they? The very same ones that detain the economic power in the world. Because their money control everything you buy, the nations governments, the entertainement industry… Still, they are nothing but puppets in the hands of the same creature they seek to get their power…

However, I still believe in a greater Power, that conquered the death and His LOVE is for eternity. He has faced the death once to give us life, and all those who seek in the darkness for their power, they shall fall before The King of Kings! And though I feel powerless to do anything face all those things that are happenning around the world, I know His plan is Perfect and even though I can not understand it, I will still trust in Him. Because Jesus is our only Salvation and He has done The Sacrifice ONCE FOR ALL!

 

Loving is a Lifetime Learning Proccess

Loving is not an action done in itself. It’s a continuous proccess that takes a lifetime and even an eternity and it will never cease. Just like learning takes the entire life until the grave. But we think that love “happens” once for all and stop.  I have a previous post where I say that you only love once. It doesn’t mean you won’t love different people in different ways during your life, but the true love that changes your life, not that “magical change” of the fairytales “happily everafters”, but the continuous changing proccess of growing mature happens only once when you take the right path.

That’s why, in the old times, when the wedding vows were taken it was “until the death tear us apart”. You wouldn’t marry someone just because you were strongly infatuated for them like now a days. You would marry someone because you were willing to be IN LOVE with them. And being in love is a journey, not being stuck in the same place with someone that someday you may wake up and tell to yourself: “I don’t love him/her anymore”. This just can not be, because LOVING is LIVING. And just like life, love is a living proccess of changes.

Loving someone is not like looking at them and done, “I’m in love”. It took me time to figure out I was in love with someone… First we are great friends who can support and encourage each other. Then we’re able to deal with each others imperfections. And you can’t deal with someone’s imperfections if you don’t learn to know the person you are with. It’s all about learning… Like everything in life.

And whenever one lesson is already learnt, others even hardest will come, so you will grow up in love. But this is not bad… When you are in the school, whenever you pass over the grades the lessons don’t get harder? Life is just the same… And so is love.

And this is such a fascinating proccess when you figure it out… Really. You will never see the things in the same way you used to see them before… And that’s the moment when you find out happiness… And how wonderful life is. And then you know how deep is its sense, and this expression gets a whole new meanning:

C’est la vie. ;)

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Pra Não Dizer Que Não Falei das Flores – Geraldo Vandré

My brazilian friends know what this song is about and the powerful meanning of it, it was one of the forbidden songs during the Dictatorship, because it was a protest against it. So, I’m not the kind of activist person, but, for the sake of our music history and because this is one of the greatest brazilian songs ever written, I thought it worth to post it here.

Pra Não Dizer Que Não Falei Das Flores
Geraldo Vandré

Caminhando e cantando
E seguindo a canção
Somos todos iguais
Braços dados ou não
Nas escolas, nas ruas
Campos, construções
Caminhando e cantando
E seguindo a canção

Vem, vamos embora
Que esperar não é saber
Quem sabe faz a hora
Não espera acontecer

Vem, vamos embora
Que esperar não é saber
Quem sabe faz a hora
Não espera acontecer

Pelos campos há fome
Em grandes plantações
Pelas ruas marchando
Indecisos cordões
Ainda fazem da flor
Seu mais forte refrão
E acreditam nas flores
Vencendo o canhão

Vem, vamos embora
Que esperar não é saber
Quem sabe faz a hora
Não espera acontecer

Vem, vamos embora
Que esperar não é saber
Quem sabe faz a hora
Não espera acontecer

Há soldados armados
Amados ou não
Quase todos perdidos
De armas na mão
Nos quartéis lhes ensinam
Uma antiga lição
De morrer pela pátria
E viver sem razão

Vem, vamos embora
Que esperar não é saber
Quem sabe faz a hora
Não espera acontecer

Vem, vamos embora
Que esperar não é saber
Quem sabe faz a hora
Não espera acontecer

Nas escolas, nas ruas
Campos, construções
Somos todos soldados
Armados ou não
Caminhando e cantando
E seguindo a canção
Somos todos iguais
Braços dados ou não

Os amores na mente
As flores no chão
A certeza na frente
A história na mão
Caminhando e cantando
E seguindo a canção
Aprendendo e ensinando
Uma nova lição

Vem, vamos embora
Que esperar não é saber
Quem sabe faz a hora
Não espera acontecer

Vem, vamos embora
Que esperar não é saber
Quem sabe faz a hora
Não espera acontecer

Disparada – Jair Rodrigues

Uma das pérolas da música brasileira, na voz de Jair Rodrigues.

To my foreign friends, this is one of the jewels of brazilian music, it talks about the day-by-day in the sertão (this is a very brazilian word for country, the small and big farms region). There’s another great version too, in the voice of Geraldo Vandré, which is another of our great composers. Right below I’ll post the lyrics, and, maybe later, if someone ask me, I might post also the translation.

Disparada
Geraldo Vandré

Prepare o seu coração
Pras coisas
Que eu vou contar
Eu venho lá do sertão
Eu venho lá do sertão
Eu venho lá do sertão
E posso não lhe agradar

Aprendi a dizer não
Ver a morte sem chorar
E a morte, o destino, tudo
A morte e o destino, tudo
Estava fora do lugar
Eu vivo pra consertar

Na boiada já fui boi
Mas um dia me montei
Não por um motivo meu
Ou de quem comigo houvesse
Que qualquer querer tivesse
Porém por necessidade
Do dono de uma boiada
Cujo vaqueiro morreu

Boiadeiro muito tempo
Laço firme e braço forte
Muito gado, muita gente
Pela vida segurei
Seguia como num sonho
E boiadeiro era um rei

Mas o mundo foi rodando
Nas patas do meu cavalo
E nos sonhos
Que fui sonhando
As visões se clareando
As visões se clareando
Até que um dia acordei

Então não pude seguir
Valente em lugar tenente
E dono de gado e gente
Porque gado a gente marca
Tange, ferra, engorda e mata
Mas com gente é diferente

Se você não concordar
Não posso me desculpar
Não canto pra enganar
Vou pegar minha viola
Vou deixar você de lado
Vou cantar noutro lugar

Na boiada já fui boi
Boiadeiro já fui rei
Não por mim nem por ninguém
Que junto comigo houvesse
Que quisesse ou que pudesse
Por qualquer coisa de seu
Por qualquer coisa de seu
Querer ir mais longe
Do que eu

Mas o mundo foi rodando
Nas patas do meu cavalo
E já que um dia montei
Agora sou cavaleiro
Laço firme e braço forte
Num reino que não tem rei

Na boiada já fui boi
Boiadeiro já fui rei
Não por mim nem por ninguém
Que junto comigo houvesse
Que quisesse ou que pudesse
Por qualquer coisa de seu
Por qualquer coisa de seu
Querer ir mais longe
Do que eu

Mas o mundo foi rodando
Nas patas do meu cavalo
E já que um dia montei
Agora sou cavaleiro
Laço firme e braço forte
Num reino que não tem rei

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRUnBWAu5Rw

Oasis

You are my friend, 

My companion when the times get rough…

You’re the spark of light when my days get dark…

You’re the courage that I seem to lack so often…

 

Yes… That’s what you are to me…

 

You’re like an oasis

In the middle of the desert of my thoughts

When the world seems to swallow me

You are that lovely place of mine

Hidden in the heart of this stone forest.

 

You are this happy laughter 

Of an evening by the sea…

When the stars are dancing in the sky

And the waves sing softly in our ears…

 

Clara Maria Cristina Borges de Medeiros

Itaboraí, March 8th, 2014.

 

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