* Insigne #Ficante
* Insigne:
do latim, quer dizer: ilustre, notável, distinto
# Ficante: que permanece no mesmo lugar,
estacionário
Sábado é agora! Entre as pedras caminho solitário. O
Engenho está parado. Há muito não mói cana, enche meu saco e seca minha pouca
grana. Trinta e três anos, passamos em convivência agreste. Aqui e agora
enxergo um novo tempo de comunhão, de um despertar de esperança. A madrugada
teve nuances escuras, antecipou um novo dia, que revela o verde, a esperança
dominando o campo.
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| O Engenho está parado. Há muito não mói cana, enche meu saco e seca minha pouca grana |
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| O Engenho é meu labor, pedra bruta que sou, meu castigo de Sísifo, na eternidade de 33 anos. |
Nesse clima
colorido de “Green Peace”, no caminho das pedras, me deparo com o inusitado: à
minha direita e a poucos passos, apoiado em um ramo esquelético, um “pequeno
polegar” vestido de preto e verde, acompanhado de uma “unha” de polegar pequeno
– um colibri e seu filhote. Frágil, leve, despreocupado. Eu ali postado, rente,
deslocava esta massa de 88 quilos, cabeça cheia de problemas, sem perceber a
presença deles. Já haviam me notado. Não me ligaram à mínima!
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| O beija flor é um gigante, alado, em harmonia com a Mãe Natureza. É dono de vôo muito veloz. Quando quer, é um insigne partinte e zás! |
Perto do
pequeno polegar, eu era um gigante fazendo a terra tremer, balançando o
magríssimo galho onde fizeram pouso. Não se fez de rogado o ousado beija-flor
colorido de paz e esperança. Junto com sua cria, inda balbucia como criança, um
estalar de sons alegres e fortes que me fazem lembrar os passarinhos da casa da
mana Eliana.
Do susto à admiração: fiquei parado
observando, não parecia ave de arribação! Ficou quieto no seu canto e com seu
canto, sem temer meu estranho jeito. Deu respeito e queria respeito. Ensinou-me
qual é minha posição na natureza. Igual à dele! Sou dono da terra, peso na
perna, porém sem asas para voar. Beija-flor só tem o dia e a cada jornada, ele
se basta. Alimenta-se de néctar que recolhe com seu bico comprido e à noite
simplesmente adormece. Não é como o homem, lobo do homem, que o seu apetite do
alheio, não consegue saciar.
O colibri é como um gigante, alado, em harmonia com a Mãe Natureza.
É dono de vôo muito veloz. Quando quer, é um insigne partinte e zás! O homem
não!É estacionário, é pequeno, é menor ainda que um polegar! Nas suas agressões
ao meio ambiente, não sabe respeitar a quem lhe obedece – “Gaia”, a mesma Mãe
Terra, Pachamama Inca, Mãe Sagrada!
Agarra-se aos seus valores. Não é como Ícaro, não tem
sonhos, não sabe voar. Portanto, agindo assim, do alto de sua importância,
continua para seus iguais, o insigne!
Ficante,
todavia, à sombra da morte. Jaz deitado, sob sete palmos de terra. Em uma cova
grande, nem largo, nem fundo. É a parte que lhe cabe neste, planeta chão, nesse
latifúndio.
Moral dessa bela e real história: O mestre tempo lhe reduz a pó. Comido por reles vermes, se torna como
um deles: insignificante!*
* Insignificante:
desprovido de valor, reles
By
Fernando das Pedras
From
Kobuburgo
A terra em que os homens tiram leite das pedras
* Insigne # signifier
* Insigne: Latin, means, illustrious, notable, distinguished
# Signifier: it remains in the same place, stationary
Saturday is now! Among the stones, I walk alone. The Engenho it's stopped! There is not much grinding cane fills my dry bag and my little money. Thirty-three years spent in wild living. Here and now I see a new time of fellowship, an awakening of hope. The morning was dark nuances, anticipated a new day, revealing the green, hope dominating the field.
* Insigne: Latin, means, illustrious, notable, distinguished
# Signifier: it remains in the same place, stationary
Saturday is now! Among the stones, I walk alone. The Engenho it's stopped! There is not much grinding cane fills my dry bag and my little money. Thirty-three years spent in wild living. Here and now I see a new time of fellowship, an awakening of hope. The morning was dark nuances, anticipated a new day, revealing the green, hope dominating the field.
First foto legend
The Engenho it's stopped! There is not much grinding cane fills my dry bag and my little money.
Second foto legend
The Engenho is my labor , raw stone I am, my punishment of Sisyphus , forever in this33 years
Third foto legend
The hummingbird is a giant , winged , in harmony with Mother Nature . Owns flying very fast .
When either is an notable partinte and wham !
In this climate colored " Green Peace " , in the way the stones , I am faced with the unexpected : to my right and just steps , leaning on a branch skeletal "little thumb " dressed in black and green , accompanied by a " nail " little thumb - a hummingbird and her cub. Fragile , light , carefree . I posted there , close, moved this mass of 88 kg , head full of problems , without realizing their presence . I had already noticed . Not called me a damn !
The hummingbird is a giant winged in harmony with Mother Nature . Owns flying very fast . When either is an notable partinte and wham !
Near the small thumb , I was doing a giant earth-shattering , shaking the branch where did scraggy landing . Did not have to beg the bold colorful hummingbird of peace and hope . Along with her young child inda babbles like a snap of a strong and joyful sounds that remind me of house finches mana Eliana .
Scare the admiration I stood watching , bird of passage seemed not ! He was quiet in his corner and his singing , without fearing my strange way. Gave respect and wanted respect. Taught me what is my position in nature . Like his ! I own the land , weight on the leg , but no wings to fly . Hummingbird has only the day and every day , it is enough . It feeds on nectar gathering with his long beak and simply fall asleep at night . It's not like the man , wolf man , your appetite oblivious , can not quench .
Hummingbird is like a giant , winged , in harmony with Mother Nature . Owns flying very fast . When either is an outstanding partinte and wham ! The man did not ! 's Stationary , it is small, it is even smaller than a thumb ! In their attacks on the environment , do not know how to respect those who obey him - " Gaia " , the same Mother Earth , Pachamama Inca , Holy Mother !
It clings to its values . Not like Icarus , has dreams , does not fly. Therefore , in so doing , the higher its importance continues to his peers , the distinguished !
Nificant , however , the shadow of death . Jaz lying under six feet under . In a large pit , neither broad nor deep . It is the part that fits this planet floor , this large estates .
Moral of this beautiful and real story: The master time it reduces the dust. Eaten by worms relays , becomes like one of them insignificant ! *
* Insignificant: negligible, devoid of value , relays
by
Fernando das Pedras
from
Kobuburgo
The land where men take milk stones
The hummingbird is a giant winged in harmony with Mother Nature . Owns flying very fast . When either is an notable partinte and wham !
Near the small thumb , I was doing a giant earth-shattering , shaking the branch where did scraggy landing . Did not have to beg the bold colorful hummingbird of peace and hope . Along with her young child inda babbles like a snap of a strong and joyful sounds that remind me of house finches mana Eliana .
Scare the admiration I stood watching , bird of passage seemed not ! He was quiet in his corner and his singing , without fearing my strange way. Gave respect and wanted respect. Taught me what is my position in nature . Like his ! I own the land , weight on the leg , but no wings to fly . Hummingbird has only the day and every day , it is enough . It feeds on nectar gathering with his long beak and simply fall asleep at night . It's not like the man , wolf man , your appetite oblivious , can not quench .
Hummingbird is like a giant , winged , in harmony with Mother Nature . Owns flying very fast . When either is an outstanding partinte and wham ! The man did not ! 's Stationary , it is small, it is even smaller than a thumb ! In their attacks on the environment , do not know how to respect those who obey him - " Gaia " , the same Mother Earth , Pachamama Inca , Holy Mother !
It clings to its values . Not like Icarus , has dreams , does not fly. Therefore , in so doing , the higher its importance continues to his peers , the distinguished !
Nificant , however , the shadow of death . Jaz lying under six feet under . In a large pit , neither broad nor deep . It is the part that fits this planet floor , this large estates .
Moral of this beautiful and real story: The master time it reduces the dust. Eaten by worms relays , becomes like one of them insignificant ! *
* Insignificant: negligible, devoid of value , relays
by
Fernando das Pedras
from
Kobuburgo
The land where men take milk stones
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