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Humility

is not about making ourselves smaller or denying our worth. It is the capacity to recognize our shared humanity with honesty and compassion. Our strengths, our wounds, our differences, and the unconscious patterns that shape how we relate to ourselves and others.

Compassionate Inquiry 2026

Dias haverá

em que o teu coração não tem uma canção.

Canta, mesmo assim.

atribuída a Emory Austin, roubada à Escola da Parentalidade Positiva

 

The thought manifests the word;

The word manifests the deed;

The deed develops into habit;

And habit hardens into character;

So watch the thought and its ways with care,

And let them spring forth from love

Born out of compassion for all beings.

As the shadow follows the body, as we think, so we become.

autor (de mim) desconhecido

com um obrigada à Catarina

Affection is like bread, unnoticed till we starve, and then we dream of it, and sing of it, and paint it, when every urchin in the street has more than he can eat. We turn not older with years, but newer every day.

Emily Dickinson, here

So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day.

Paul, 2 Corinthians 4:16-18

Leveza não é superficialidade — é sabedoria que confia.

Sandra Bensaude, 2025

Não vivas sobre a terra como um estranho

Um turista no meio da natureza.

Habita o mundo como a casa do teu pai.

Crê na semente, na terra, no mar.

Mas acima de tudo crê nas pessoas.

Ama as nuvens,

as máquinas,

os livros,

mas acima de tudo ama o homem.

Sente a tristeza do ramo que murcha,

do astro que se extingue,

do animal ferido que agoniza,

mas acima de tudo

sente a tristeza e a dor das pessoas.

Alegra-te com todos os bens da terra,

com a sombra e a luz,

com as quatro estações.

Mas acima de tudo e a mãos cheias,

alegra-te com as pessoas.

"Carta ao filho", Nazim Hikmet

 

Se, para estares de pé, alguém tem de estar de joelhos, tens um problema sério

não exatamente assim, mas parecido, por Toni Morrisson

I came to understand that God was a form of perception,

a means of being alert to the poetic resonance of being.

Nick Cave, The Red Hand Files, Issue #331 / July 2025

Com as palavras se podem multiplicar os silêncios

Manoel de Barros, Poesia Completa PROCURAR O POEMA E O LIVRO

The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Alors la question de la norme se pose : comment se construit-on sans se laisser emprisonner dans la perception des autres?

extrait de la déclaration de Deza Nguembock lors du Positive Talk de Publicis le 18 mars 2021

Realidade

Hard times are coming, when we'll be wanting the voice of writers who can see alternatives to how we live now, can see through our fear-stricken society and its obsessive technologies to other ways of being, and even imagine real grounds for hope. We'll need writers who can remember freedom - poets, visionaries - realists of a larger reality.

Ursula K. Le Guin

roubado de _poetic.outlaws_

A função da literatura não é fazer com que as pessoas compreendam, mas ajudá-las a recuperar o fascínio.

Benjamin Labatut

É mais fácil ser fascista numa sociedade livre,

do que ser livre numa sociedade fascista.

Hugo Gonçalves

  

No prato da balança um verso basta

para pesar no outro a minha vida.

Eugénio de Andrade,Ofício de Paciência. 

 Os livros

É então isto um livro,

este, como dizer?, murmúrio,

este rosto virado para dentro de

alguma coisa escura que ainda não existe

que, se uma mão subitamente

inocente a toca,

se abre desamparadamente

como uma boca

falando com a nossa voz?

É isto um livro,

esta espécie de coração (o nosso coração)

dizendo "eu"entre nós e nós?

Manuel António Pina

Entre o que leva e o que trás, a vida sabe o que faz.

Roubado daqui

Everything Matters - Aurora & Pomme

 

ver e ouvir

She Was (à la chapelle)

ouvir

When she was home
She was a swan
When she was out she was a tiger
And a tiger in the wild is not tied to anyone
When she was lost
She was a toad
The day I found her on the road
I gave her water and a rose
And as she stretched
The sun rose
Go
Go
Go
Go away

When she was young
She was a cow
And all day long
She milked the stars
She taught me
Women to survive
Must be unfaithful to their child
Of all the wonders of the world
She was a lady with a bird
She must have had so many lives
Was it the first?
Was it the last?
Go
Go
Go
Go away

When she was ill
She was a whale
She was so patient she would wait
Until I sang her by the lane
The sweetest tunes to ease her pain
When she was old
She was an owl
I saw her swaying in the sky
And when she died inside my arms
I realised she was a cat
Go
Go
Go
Go away

Sometimes I wonder
If my child
Will have her eyes
To see through me
And when I die
And I am born again
What will I be?
A stone?
A cat?
A tree?
Go
Go
Go
Go away

 

Clement Ducol / Camille Dalmais