quinta-feira, 31 de março de 2011

Blueberry girl... texto que toda mãe e todo pai de menina devia ler

Neil Gaiman escreveu um poema, ou o que em seu universo seria uma prece, pra filha da Tori Amos, que a Madame mandou pra mim, ou melhor, pra Lucia. Aproveito pra estender a homenagem à pequena Maria e à deliciosa mãe das duas, minha querida Ana.

EDIT: Não tendo achado o poema em nenhum lugar, humildemente transcrevi:


Prayer for a Blueberry Girl
Neil Gaiman

Ladies of light and ladies of darkness
And ladies of
- never you mind
This is a prayer for a blueberry girl
First may you ladies be kind

Keep her from spindles
And sleeps at sixteen
Let her stay waking and wise
Nightmares at three or bad husbands at thirty
These will not trouble her eyes

Dull days at forty
False friends at fifteen
Let her have brave days and truth
Let her go places that we have never been
Trust and delight in her youth

Ladies of grace and ladies of favor
And ladies of merciful night
This is a prayer for a blueberry girl
Grant her your clearness of sight

Words can be worrisome
People complex
Motifs and manners unclear
Grant her the wisdom to choose her path right
Free from unkindness and fear

Let her tell stories and dance in the rain
Summersault and tumble and run
Her joys must be high as her sorrows´ deep
Let her grow
like a weed in the sun

Ladies of paradox, ladies of measure,
ladies of shadows that fall
This is a prayer for a blueberry girl
Words written clear on a wall

Help her to help herself, help her to stand
Help her to loose and to find
Teach her we’re only as big as our dreams
Show her that fortune is blind

Truth is a thing she must find for herself
Precious and rare as a pearl
Give her all these and a little bit more
Gifts for a blueberry girl

segunda-feira, 28 de março de 2011

Biscoito da sorte

Olha o q o biscoito da sorte trouxe pra mim:
"Mesmo os piores momentos têm intervalos de paz."
Supercondizente com o momento.... a sabedoria chinesa surpreende!

quinta-feira, 17 de março de 2011

lágrima...

“Lágrima: sumo que sai pelos olhos quando se espreme um coração”. Adriana Falcão