segunda-feira, 29 de agosto de 2011

Missing home.


O my Father, thou that dwellest in the high and glorious place,
When shall i regain thy presence and again behold thy face?
In thy holy habitation did my spirit once reside?
In first primeval childhood was I nurtured near thy side?

For awise and glorious porpouse thou hast replaced me here on earth
And with held the recolection of my former friends and birth;
Yet of times a secrets something whispered, "you're a stranger here,"
And I felt that I had wandered from a more exalted sphere.

I had learned to call thee Father, thru the Spirit it from on high,
But, until the key of knowledge was restored, I knew not why.
In the heav'ns are parents single? The thought makes reason stare!
Truth is reason, truth eternal tells me I've a Mother here.

When I leave this frail existence, when I lay this mortal by,
Father, Mother, may I meet you in your royal courts on high?
Then, at lenght, when I've completed all you sent me forth to do
With you mutual approbation let me come and dwell with you.


sexta-feira, 19 de agosto de 2011

Dia do Historiador.


19 de agosto, vou tentar lembrar disso.


Like Heródoto, Tulcídides, Jacques Le Goff, Lucien Fevbre, March Bloch, Mórmon...



domingo, 14 de agosto de 2011

Eu ando precisando muito dos conselhos do Kaio Cavalcanti e das citações dos amigos póstumos dele. Dos links de músicas do Lucas Carvalho, das piadas narcisistas que ele faz. Do abraço de "own!" da Raissa. Do colo incompreensívelmente confortador da Naiara Wanderley.

"Ah! Bruta flor do querer!"

Saudades imensuráveis de tudo que me faz bem.

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