tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29713118887032151972024-03-14T16:42:47.700+00:00Alice MaravilhasTlön, Uqbar, Orbis, Tertius::-7oregons2tomates-::http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471445706429963914noreply@blogger.comBlogger1599125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971311888703215197.post-24020008327855667302018-11-21T22:18:00.000+00:002018-11-21T22:21:56.556+00:00Todas as Palavras<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Todas as Palavras</b><br />
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As que procurei em vão,<br />
principalmente as que estiveram muito perto,<br />
como uma respiração,<br />
e não reconheci,<br />
ou desistira <br />
e partiram para sempre,<br />
deixando no poema uma espécie de mágoa<br />
como uma marca de água impresente;<br />
as que (lembras-te?) não fui capaz de dizer-te<br />
nem foram capazes de dizer-me;<br />
as que calei por serem muito cedo,<br />
e as que calei por serem muito tarde,<br />
e agora, sem tempo, me ardem;<br />
as que troquei por outras (como poderei<br />
esquecê-las desprendendo-se longamente de mim?);<br />
as que perdi, verbos e<br />
substantivos de que<br />
por um momento foi feito o mundo<br />
e se foram levando o mundo.<br />
E também aquelas que ficaram,<br />
por cansaço, por inércia, por acaso,<br />
e com quem agora, como velhos amantes sem<br />
desejo, desfio memórias,<br />
as minhas últimas palavras.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Manuel António Pina</b>, Atropelamento e Fuga (Assírio & Alvim, 2001)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>photo <a href="https://karsh.org/photographs/pablo-casals/" target="_blank">Yousuf Karsh</a>, Pablo Casals</b> (1954) </span> <br />
<br />::-7oregons2tomates-::http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471445706429963914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971311888703215197.post-3535461528280246172018-09-17T17:57:00.001+01:002018-09-17T17:59:50.622+01:00wake up dead man<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Einstein said:<br />
<i>The one who follows the crowd will usually get no further than the crowd. The one who walks alone, is likely to find himself in places no one has ever been.</i><br />
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Emancipate yourself from mental slavery, </div>
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None but ourselves can free our minds.</div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-small;">Redemption Song - Bob Marley</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">We've got to fulfill the book. </span></div>
::-7oregons2tomates-::http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471445706429963914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971311888703215197.post-32790332542988356072018-08-29T14:42:00.004+01:002018-08-29T14:42:54.386+01:00There’s No Reason To Cry<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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“Each day in life is training, though failure is possible<br />
I am alive, I am this moment, my future is here and now<br />
For if I cannot endure today, when will I?”<br />
— Soen Ozeki<br />
<br />::-7oregons2tomates-::http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471445706429963914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971311888703215197.post-28665206045523355042018-07-23T19:55:00.001+01:002018-07-23T20:02:00.992+01:00la berenjena<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Hace mil años, dijo el sultán de Persia:<br />-Qué rica.<br />Él nunca había probado la berenjena, y la estaba comiendo en rodajas aderezadas con jengibre y hierbas del Nilo.<br />Entonces el poeta de la corte exaltó a la berenjena, que da placer a la boca y en el lecho hace milagros, porque para las proezas del amor es más poderosa que el polvo de diente de tigre o el cuerno rallado de rinoceronte.<br />Un par de bocados después, el sultán dijo:<br />-Qué porquería.<br />Y entonces el poeta de la corte maldijo a la engañosa berenjena, que castiga la digestión, llena la cabeza de malos pensamientos y empuja a los hombres virtuosos al abismo del delirio y la locura.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">-Recién llevaste a la berenjena al Paraíso, y ahora la estás echando al infierno –comentó un insidioso.<br />Y el poeta, que era un profeta de los medios masivos de comunicación, puso las cosas en su lugar:<br />-Yo soy cortesano del sultán. No soy cortesano de la berenjena. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br />San Juan Crisóstomo decía: "Cuando la primera mujer habló, provocó el pecado original" y San Ambrosio concluía: "Si a la mujer se le permite hablar de nuevo, volverá a traer la ruina al hombre".<br />La iglesia Católica, les prohíbe la palabra.<br />Los fundamentalistas musulmanes, les mutilan el sexo y les tapan la cara.<br />Los judíos muy ortodoxos empiezan el día agradeciendo: "Gracias Señor por no haberme hecho mujer".<br /> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Saben cocer.<br />Saben bordar.<br />Saben sufrir y cocinar.<br />Hijas obedientes.<br />Madres abnegadas.<br />Esposas resignadas.<br />Durante siglos o milenios ha sido así, aunque de su pasado sabemos poco.<br />Ecos de voces masculinas. Sombras de otros cuerpos.<br />Para elogiar a un prócer se dice: "Detrás de todo gran hombre hubo una mujer", reduciendo a la mujer a la triste condición de respaldo de silla.<br /> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Hoy voy a contarles, a mi modo y manera, algunas historias de mujeres que no siempre coinciden con éste identikit.<br />Están allí pintadas las paredes, los techos de las cavernas; alces, bisontes, figuras que vienen de eso que llaman Prehistoria; caballos, fieras, hombres, mujeres que no tienen edad. Fueron pintadas, pintados, hace miles y miles de años, pero nacen de nuevo cada vez que alguien las mira.<br />Y uno se pregunta: ¿Cómo pudieron ellos, nuestros remotos abuelos pintar de tan delicada manera?, ¿Cómo pudieron aquellos brutos que peleaban mano a mano con las fieras más feroces, crear esas figuras tan, tan plenas de gracia, esas mágicas obras volanderas que se escapan de la roca y por los aires vuelan?, ¿Cómo, cómo pudieron ellos?... ¿O eran Ellas?<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-small;">Eduardo Galeano</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-small;">Egon Schiele (1910)</span></b><br />
<br />::-7oregons2tomates-::http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471445706429963914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971311888703215197.post-20665085371444835872018-07-23T18:59:00.001+01:002018-07-23T19:07:16.023+01:00o homem da máquina...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Mohan Lal with his camera, ca. 1875</div>
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Albumen Print<br />
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<a href="https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/60050747" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Metropolitan Museum of Art</span></a></div>
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<br />::-7oregons2tomates-::http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471445706429963914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971311888703215197.post-89543004804677529692018-06-22T18:03:00.001+01:002018-06-22T18:17:59.205+01:00Trance-Formation<div style="text-align: center;">
<iframe allow="autoplay; encrypted-media" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/68iTESUe8mM" width="560"></iframe></div>
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<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=68iTESUe8mM&list=PLI3tqKwdsu3yik8jU2SUevmwLOktVJ_KC" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b> youtube</b></span></a></div>
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"Civil disobedience is not our problem. Our problem is civil obedience. Our problem is that people all over the world have obeyed the dictates of leaders and millions have been killed because of this obedience. Our problem is that people are obedient all over the world in the face of poverty and starvation and stupidity, and war, and cruelty. Our problem is that people are obedient while the jails are full of petty thieves and the grand thieves are running the country. That's our problem. - Howard Zinn<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Trance-Formation </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Full film available for download at </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://thecrowhouse.com/">http://thecrowhouse.com</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">IP: <a href="http://67.20.81.143/">http://67.20.81.143</a></span><br />
::-7oregons2tomates-::http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471445706429963914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971311888703215197.post-62193408786540369252018-06-22T17:25:00.001+01:002018-06-22T17:25:29.766+01:00a verdadeira monalisa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />::-7oregons2tomates-::http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471445706429963914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971311888703215197.post-21596476330121389622018-04-19T22:24:00.001+01:002018-04-19T22:28:46.271+01:00forma e conteúdo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Vivimos en un mundo donde el funeral importa más que el muerto,</div>
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la boda más que el amor y el físico más que el intelecto.</div>
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Vivimos en la cultura del envase, que desprecia el contenido.</div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>Eduardo Galeano</b></span></div>
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::-7oregons2tomates-::http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471445706429963914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971311888703215197.post-1247913781175283002018-04-07T21:56:00.000+01:002018-04-07T22:49:45.772+01:00Tão longe, tão perto ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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“Vagas são as promessas e ao longe, <br />
muito longe uma estrela.“<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Fernando Pinto do Amaral</span><br />
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<br />::-7oregons2tomates-::http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471445706429963914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971311888703215197.post-54335827498952832192018-03-01T18:20:00.001+00:002018-03-01T18:20:52.509+00:00In weiter Ferne, so nah!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Uma boa maneira de ver o mundo é vê-lo como <br />
um sonho. Quando tens um pesadelo podes acordar<br />
e dizer a ti mesmo que foi apenas um sonho.<br />
O mundo em que vivemos não é muito diferente.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Hagakure - O livro do Samurai</span><br />
::-7oregons2tomates-::http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471445706429963914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971311888703215197.post-39609636904023401742018-02-20T22:44:00.000+00:002018-02-20T22:44:03.073+00:00kio-wa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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um disco que me acompanha desde garoto e que não consigo esquecer...</div>
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O verdadeiro bacalhau, o legitimo e que os noruegueses chamam de <b>Skrei</b> é o <b>Bacalhau do Porto</b> o <b><i>Cod Gadus Morhua</i></b> com mais de 3 Kg e que pode chegar aos 55 Kg. e 1,70 m. se o deixarem crescer, e pode viver até aos 40 anos, mas estes são já muito, muito, muito raros.<br />
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Embora o <b><i>Cod Gadus Macrocephalus</i></b> do Pacifico também seja vendido como o verdadeiro <b>Bacalhau do Porto</b>, estes distinguem-se pelo rabo e pelas barbatanas (com estremidades brancas) e carne com coloração mais clara (quase branco).<br />
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Mas há mais 3 tipos saborosíssimos que se assemelham e se vendem como bacalhaus, todos pescados no Atlantico Norte, desde as costas do Canadá, da Gronelandia à Islandia até aos fiordes da Noruega. O <b>Ling</b>, o <b>Zarbo</b> e o <b>Saithe</b>.<br />
Uns melhores para assar, outros melhores para fritar, enfim, <b>Bacalhaus</b>.<br />
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<i>Brosme brosme</i> </div>
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<i>Pollachius virens</i> </div>
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<i>ninguém pode tomar banho duas vezes nas águas do mesmo rio</i></div>
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<i>pois quando isso acontece já não se é o mesmo, </i></div>
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<i>assim como as águas que já serão outras.</i></div>
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Somos el tiempo. Somos la famosa</div>
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parábola de Heráclito el Oscuro.</div>
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Somos el agua, no el diamante duro,</div>
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la que se pierde, no la que reposa.</div>
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Somos el río y somos aquel griego</div>
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que se mira en el río. Su reflejo </div>
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cambia en el agua del cambiante espejo,</div>
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en el cristal que cambia como el fuego.</div>
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Somos el vano río prefijado,</div>
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rumbo a su mar. La sombra lo ha cercado. </div>
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Todo nos dijo adiós, todo se aleja.</div>
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La memoria no acuña su moneda.</div>
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Y sin embargo hay algo que se queda</div>
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y sin embargo hay algo que se queja.</div>
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<b>São os rios</b></div>
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Somos o tempo. Somos a famosa</div>
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parábola de Heraclito o Obscuro.</div>
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Somos a água e não o diamante duro,</div>
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a que se perde, não a que repousa.</div>
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Somos o rio e somos aquele grego</div>
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que se olha no rio. A sua visagem</div>
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muda na água da mutável imagem,</div>
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no vidro que muda como o fogo.</div>
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Somos o vão rio determinado,</div>
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rumo ao seu mar, pela sombra cercado.</div>
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Tudo nos diz adeus, tudo nos deixa.</div>
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A memória não cunha moeda.</div>
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E contudo há algo que se queda</div>
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e contudo há algo que se queixa.</div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Jorge Luis Borges - Os Conjurados</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">ed. Difel 1985 </span></div>
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::-7oregons2tomates-::http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471445706429963914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971311888703215197.post-86375589136886000112017-11-17T21:14:00.003+00:002017-11-17T21:15:58.927+00:00in memoriam<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">ph: <b>Silvério Guelho</b></span></div>
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Todos conheceis a intratável melancolia que se apodera de nós ao recordarmos tempos felizes. Estes, porém, pertencem irrevogavelmente ao passado,e deles nos separa a mais impiedosa das distâncias.<br />
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Parece-nos então que não tomámos ainda a medida plena da vida e do amor, mas não há arrependimento que traga de volta a oportunidade perdida. Pudesse este sentimento servir-nos de lição, em cada instante de felicidade!<br />
E mais doce ainda é a recordação dos dias e das noites que nos couberam em sorte, quando um terror súbito lhes veio pôr cobro. Pois só então compreendemos como para nós, homens, representa um feliz acaso o ser-nos dado viver nas nossas pequenas comunidades, sob um telhado protector, entregues a aprazíveis conversas e afectuosamente saudados pela manhã e á noite. Ai!, demasiado tarde reconhecemos que já assim a cornucópia da fortuna nos presenteara.<br />
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Em meu entender, não são os sofrimentos desta vida, mas a sua alegria exuberante e a sua plenitude indomável que ao serem recordadas, nos fazem chegar as lágrimas aos olhos.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Ernst Jünger - Sobre as Falésias de Mármore</b> “Auf Den Marmorklippen” 1939, <br />trad: Rafael Gomes Filipe, ed. Vega 1987</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Fecha o teu Corão.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Pensa livremente e livremente encara o céu e a terra.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Ao pobre que passa dá metade do que possuis.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Perdoa a todos os culpados. Não entristeças ninguém. </i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>E esconde-te para sorrir.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">ed. estampa 1990. Trad. Fernando Castro</span></span></i><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Calderari </span>Gypsy Woman and Child, Sintesti, Romania 1993</i></span></span><br />
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::-7oregons2tomates-::http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471445706429963914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971311888703215197.post-41619644550295199962017-09-27T22:08:00.002+01:002017-10-02T10:57:44.242+01:00Código de Ética<span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Native Americans Left A Code Of 20 Rules For Mankind To Live By. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>#11 Is The Most Important!</b></span><br />
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Every great person, regardless of culture, religion, tribe, or ethnicity, follows certain words of wisdom.<br />
These words of wisdom transcend the differences between people.<br />
This code of living shapes one’s character. It molds each culture to be unique and unrepeatable.<br />
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Probably one of the most spiritually advanced and character building code is <b>The Native American Code of Ethics</b> which was originally published in the Inter-Tribal Times in October of 1994.<br />
It is a Code of Ethics that teaches everyone, American or not, how to live the best life.<br />
It is fascinating to note that most of its teachings are reflected in other beliefs and faith too.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>The Native American Code of Ethics</b></span><br />
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<b>1. Rise with the sun to pray.</b><br />
Pray alone. Pray often. The Great Spirit will listen, if you only speak.<br />
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<b>2. Be tolerant of those who are lost on their path.</b><br />
Ignorance, conceit, anger, jealousy and greed stem from a lost soul. Pray that they will find guidance.<br />
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<b>3. Search for yourself, by yourself.</b><br />
Do not allow others to make your path for you. It is your road, and yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you.<br />
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<b>4. Treat the guests in your home with much consideration.</b><br />
Serve them the best food, give them the best bed and treat them with respect and honor.<br />
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<b>5. Do not take what is not yours whether from a person, a community, the wilderness or from a culture.</b><br />
It was not earned nor given. It is not yours.<br />
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<b>6. Respect all things that are placed upon this earth</b><br />
– whether it be people or plant.<br />
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<b>7. Honor other people’s thoughts, wishes and words.</b><br />
Never interrupt another or mock or rudely mimic them. Allow each person the right to personal expression.<br />
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<b>8. Never speak of others in a bad way.</b><br />
The negative energy that you put out into the universe will multiply when it returns to you.<br />
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<b>9. All persons make mistakes.</b><br />
And all mistakes can be forgiven.<br />
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<b>10. Bad thoughts cause illness of the mind, body and spirit.</b><br />
Practice optimism.<br />
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<b>11. Nature is not FOR us, it is a PART of us.</b><br />
Animals, plants and other living creatures are all part of your worldly family.<br />
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<b>12. Children are the seeds of our future.</b><br />
Plant love in their hearts and water them with wisdom and life’s lessons. When they are grown, give them space to grow.<br />
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<b>13. Avoid hurting the hearts of others.</b><br />
The poison of your pain will return to you.<br />
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<b>14. Be truthful at all times.</b><br />
Honesty is the test of one’s will within this universe.<br />
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<b>15. Keep yourself balanced.</b><br />
Your Mental self, Spiritual self, Emotional self, and Physical self need to be strong, pure and healthy. Work out the body to strengthen the mind. Grow rich in spirit to cure emotional ails.<br />
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<b>16. Make conscious decisions as to who you will be and how you will react.</b><br />
Be responsible for your own actions.<br />
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<b>17. Respect the privacy and personal space of others.</b><br />
Do not touch the personal property of others especially sacred and religious objects. This is forbidden.<br />
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<b>18. Be true to yourself first.</b><br />
You cannot nurture and help others if you cannot nurture and help yourself first.<br />
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<b>19. Respect others religious beliefs.</b><br />
Do not force your belief on others.<br />
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<b>20. Share your good fortune with others.</b><br />
Participate in charity.<br />
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We may differ in our faith, religion, and culture, yet we all live together on the same boat. We are only custodians and not owners of The Earth, not its conquerors nor its destroyers.<br />
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If we strive to live by these rules, we not only bring peace to ourselves, but also to others, to animals, and the world as a whole. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Source: <a href="https://www.lifecoachcode.com/2017/08/22/native-americans-code-of-20-rules-for-mankind/" target="_blank">lifecoachcode</a></span>::-7oregons2tomates-::http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471445706429963914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971311888703215197.post-7212907436342082282017-09-18T18:48:00.001+01:002017-09-26T22:32:19.413+01:00'Do as you please.'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>'Don't give yourself away'</i></div>
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<i>… e escutar os rumores do dia<br />como se fossem os acordes da<br />eternidade.</i><br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;">Karl Kraus</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "charissilregular"; font-size: 12.000000pt;">Those who know do not speak</span></i></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;"><b>Fundación de los abrazos</b><br /><br />Muchísimo antes de que el Irak fuera tierra arrasada por la cruzada civilizatoria del presidente Bush, allí en Irak, había nacido la escritura. Y allí había sido escrito el primer poema de amor de la historia humana. El poema escrito en lengua sumeria, escrito en el barro, narraba el encuentro entre un pastor y una diosa. La diosa Inanna, amó esa noche como si fuera mortal, y Dumuvi, el pastor, fue inmortal mientras duró esa noche.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;">Eduardo Galeano y <a href="http://www.jornada.unam.mx/2009/04/19/sem-galeano.html?#directora" target="_blank">el oficio de narrar</a></span>::-7oregons2tomates-::http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471445706429963914noreply@blogger.com1