The Apple Tree on the Hill

An apple tree grew up alone; until settlers came, and a french village was created.

( written by Marco Aurélio based on a painting by Lucas Aurélio. Front cover. )

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( original painting - The Apple Tree on the Hill by Lucas Aurélio )

THE APPLE TREE

( written by Marco Aurélio based on a painting by Lucas Aurélio )

Once upon a time...

there was a tree. 1

She lived for awhile 2

with nothing around her, 3

nothing at all. 4

She stood there, 5

all night,         6

all day , 7

against the blue sky    8

that a hand drew    9

( a hand on the right corner of the page is finishing coloring the blue )

She stood on the grass 10

under the sun 11

under the rain 12

under the stars 13

alone...         14

until they came. 15

She couldn’t see them 16

she had no idea who they were 17

but she could feel them 18

as much as she feels you 19

little child 20

staring at her now. 21

( looking straight at reader )

She looked around 22

knowing that they were there 23

she felt them grabbing her branches 24

pulling her down 25

she felt heavy. 26

They said nothing 27

but they didn’t fool her 28

she knew that they were there 29

she could smell them. 30

Every now and then 31

she heard a thump 32

and another...             33

and another 34

until all of the sudden 35

she saw one of them 36

it jumped to the ground 37

one by one 38

and with each passing day 39

she felt lighter and lighter 40

and she was now sure she wasn’t crazy 41

they were stuck on her 42

she was was sure of it. 43

She didn’t know why 44

but she felt better now 45

with all those little red things 46

fallen to the ground.  47

And when the crows came, 48

and began taking those red things away, 49

she had a strange feeling 50

that she had done something 51

something she didn’t quite understand 52

something bigger than herself 53

she felt one with all that surrounded her 54

and she realized that all had always been there 55

around her 56

the butterflies, the worms, the crows, the wind 57

but she was too busy inside her mind to notice 58

and now.... 59

...she was alone no more. 60

                                                          

"One Last Time" - Hamilton | WASHINGTON: I want to warn against partisan fighting |

 

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WASHINGTON:

I want to warn against partisan fighting

HAMILTON:

But—

WASHINGTON:

Pick up a pen, start writing

I wanna talk about what I have learned

The hard-won wisdom I have earned

HAMILTON:

As far as the people are concerned

You have to serve, you could continue to serve

WASHINGTON:

No! One last time

The people will hear from me

One last time

And if we get this right

We’re gonna teach ‘em how to say

Goodbye

You and I

HAMILTON:

Mr. President, they will say you’re weak

WASHINGTON:

No, they will see we’re strong

HAMILTON:

Your position is so unique

WASHINGTON:

So I’ll use it to move them along

HAMILTON:

Why do you have to say goodbye?

WASHINGTON:

If I say goodbye, the nation learns to move on

It outlives me when I’m gone

Like the scripture says:

“Everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree

And no one shall make them afraid.”

They’ll be safe in the nation we’ve made

I wanna sit under my own vine and fig tree

A moment alone in the shade

At home in this nation we’ve made

One last time

HAMILTON:

One last time

Baganda

Shades of Gray

A man decides to rehabilitate the murderer of his wife and children.

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Lua Cheia

 

De vez em quando, na lua cheia, eu encontro meu lugar no mundo; como se meu GPS estivesse em procura e me encontrasse: meus paralelos precisos, coordenadas, latitude e longitude apontando para agora; e eu sinto que não há nada além de mim.

Eu me sinto como uma árvore ou uma montanha sentiria se pudesse sentir, presente em tempo, lugar e propósito. Eu me pergunto se uma árvore ou montanha se sentiria menos, se desejaria mais, se desejaria, como nós, estar em outro lugar, pra fazer o que pode fazer perfeitamente aqui.

Apesar de todas as analogias que temos para voar, é na quietude desses momentos que me encontro totalmente com os pés no chão, paradoxalmente um com a vastidão de nosso universo.

Voar é buscar a si mesmo descontroladamente, fora de si mesmo.

Um monge sentado quieto em meditação e gratidão não precisa de asas para voar mais longe do que um pássaro de qualquer espécie; nada material pode conectar a vastidão da alma a si mesmo.

O invisível não é apenas essencial, como o Pequeno Príncipe nos ensinou, mas também o único portal para nós mesmos, pois não podemos ser encontrados em outro lugar senão em nós mesmos.

De vez em quando, na lua cheia, não refletimos luz; a luz é a fonte interior, e brilha até que mais uma vez nos esquecemos de ignorar nosso lugar e tempo. Sem nossa luz interior, tudo que nos resta é nossa ascensão social.

                                                    

Elis Regina & Tom Jobim - "Aguas de Março" - 1974

 

Marisa Monte & Paulinho da Viola - " Carinhoso "