segunda-feira, 3 de março de 2014

Deep roots connected to moral principles irrigate quality of life in mind and heart


Deep roots connected to vital principles carream in our minds and hearts as firmly as the wood element in benefits in quality of life with life

I agree in gender, number and ... God gives me this
degree of seed-and fruit.
A good character has a permanent production and not only in season.
"Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them." Matthew 7:20.

For me it is simple, natural and deep,
the pleasurable act of catucar words, be root, seed, or fruit.

THANK MY GOD FOR EVERYTHING





EVERY DAY I THANK THE PRESENCE OF GOD IN MY LIFE
With each day, I the presence,
of Love , Light and Peacethat is the Lord God ,
 
in my life with Life .You have to love anyway
 
a corner of Macau or New York .With or without rhyme , I need love.A deserved reward comes as heritageone who practices actsthat one day will take
 
to dwell in the kingdom of heaven .I thank God ,
 
the boon of the giftsI borrowed there ,especially being a father ,Rafael , Mariana and Danniel .Shovel and mining , revelation of my Ra Ma DanLover of nature , people and stones am.Appreciate say that my litlle daughter, "minha fia" and my  two sons,
"dois fios", two wires
Today I just want to say: Thank  my God for everything!
beings that God gave me a loan , to learn to be a father .There are three rough diamonds to the path of stones found .Under the action of time that isthe inexorable element of transformation ,it is nevertheless unique and individual to them,"us three wires " the polish is the love itself ,
 
until reaching the bright star ,even living in this blessed Mother Earth ...Children , and I 'll do it anymore,
 
every time my heart would speak with God
 
and who I think deserve inspire me .Thank you, by the presence ,plot as indelible and indispensablesewn into the plot of my chest ,three strands strong , bright and brave .When you are far away, in the routine of lifewrapped in the pall of the metropolis ,
 
remember what I always say
 
I am prosperous without being rich.I am happy because I have the treasure of youth in me .I could see , the good fortune to cherish in my hands ,the most beautiful diamonds I have ever seen ,Nonada one of my own brilliance .You are the branches , the answer to the future ,the bond , the radical of my story .My holy Ramadan
 
that runs through the whole cycle ,
 
between dawn and sunset
 
of my existence profane .
 
No fasting and way of being Muslim.

 

À CADA DIA AGRADEÇO A PRESENÇA DE DEUS EM MINHA VIDA



À cada dia, eu agradeço, 
a presença do Amor, da Luz e da Paz 
que é o Senhor Deus,
 em minha vida com Vida.
É preciso amor de qualquer jeito,

 numa esquina de Belém ou Beagá.
Com rima ou sem, eu preciso amar.
A merecida recompensa vem como herança 

àquele que pratica atos
que um dia o levarão
 a habitar o reino dos céus. 
Agradeço a Deus,

 pela benesse dos dons que
me há emprestado, 
em especial o de ser pai, 
de Rafael, Mariana e Danniel. 
Pá e lavra, revelação do meu Ra Ma Dã.
Amante da natureza, das pessoas e das pedras sou.
Aprecio dizer que a "fia" e os dois "fio",

seres que Deus por empréstimo me cedeu, pra aprender ser pai.
São três diamantes brutos que no caminho das pedras encontrei.
Sob a ação do Tempo que é, 

o inexorável elemento da transformação, 
cabe todavia, exclusiva e individualmente à eles, 
"us treis fio", o lapidar-se, o amar-se,
 até o alcançar do brilho de estrela, 
mesmo vivente nessa abençoada Mãe Terra... 

Filhos, fiz e farei mais isso,

 toda vez que meu coração quiser falar com Deus
 e quem eu achar que mereça me inspirar.
Agradeço a vocês, pela presença, 

como trama indelével e imprescindível 
costurada no enredo de meu peito, 
por três fios fortes, brilhantes e valentes.
Quando estiverem lá longe, na rotina da vida

embrulhada na cortina de fumaça da metrópole,
 lembrem-se do que sempre digo
 que sou próspero sem ser rico.
Sou feliz, pois tenho o tesouro da juventude em mim.
Pude perceber, na boa ventura de acalentar em minhas mãos, 

os mais belos diamantes que já vi,
uma nonada de meu próprio brilho. 
Vocês são a ramada, a resposta pro futuro, 

do liame, do radical da minha história.
Meu ramadã sagrado

 que percorre todo o ciclo,
 entre o alvorecer e o por do sol
 da minha existência de profano.
 Sem o jejum e o jeito de ser muçulmano.

I thank my parents, Realino and Marina, simplicity and loveliness of caring and captivate their offspring managed to help me in this metamorphosis to be perennial child



 
My mother Marina, a flower garden in medieval Venice. Hands touching a rose.
This inner child keeps sending me insights and Transforming me to be happy
I thank my parents , Realino and Marina , simplicity and loveliness in care and captivate their offspring could help me in this metamorphosis to be perennial child. Best of all rather than elderly senile , I'm that lucky guy , health , joy of life and so I give thanks to God !Happy Children's Day to all ! Amen too!
 
 
 
CHILD, THE CIRCUS , THE FATHER , MOTHER , AND THE  CLOWN (PAIAÇO)Smell of popcorn in the air . I want ! Blue cotton candy . Give it to me .My dad takes me in hand at the top of my joy in the stands tough of a poor circus in Bahia street .Today it spectacle? Has yes sir !Has paiaço street ? Has yes sir !Have the glow of the moon ? Has yes sir !And what is the palhaço ? It Muie thief !And what is the clown ? It Muie thief !Woman or man, know to measure contentment and happiness of a four year old boy walking hand in hand with his father , dazzling with sound and lights , that brave new world .The enchantment and magic in his first and only time on a modest canvas threadbare circus , in Bahia street ( Beagá ) .It's been fifty years ( gee, let leak my age ), but honestly , every time I open the window and visit this picture inside me , the fantasy that sensitive boy comes up , dying a thousand shades of the outfit clown who keeps screaming that is ...It Muie thief ! And the heart barrel chest, disparaLegal , right ? I am happy and do not remember !Tic - tac , tic - tac , Santa trabaia , trabaia ,Works without cease , working day and night ,Family supports ,Tic - tac , tic - tac , tic - tac , tic - tac .I was seven when I built these simple verses to hero father . The Brazil had just won his first Cup . Mom held for more than one year in their breasts , their last and greedy son, our brother Paulinho . The she delighted, verses, presented him with a needle and thimble spool . Check it : already throbbing vein philosopher in me ! " What is essential is invisible to the eye " : to be happy for a child is very simple .This is small beginning of my memory (I confess that I have several files saved will be another time targets ) are part of my history stored in a brain much more powerful than a Microsoft one such story of Bill Gates and I'm doing is a warning to navigators ( as they said in the Voice of Brazil , in the age of radio) to remind you : who carries stone, judgment has not always soft.Hello, hello garotaaaada !This square is coming in from the world of imagination and FREE , Gran Circo Ojuara !That on the contrary, shows its family face!Hey there ! Explore your talent . Leave the audience . Take the butt seat . Be tightrope walker , go up on stage , show your vein artist .It is a lot of excitement ! It adrenaline ! The challenge is our energy . Come be watchmaker, public official , ballerina , clown, dwarf !Have depression ? Pain of the soul ? View the magic that soothes .Come, come , come all ! Bring your parents .Dear parents , if invite , bring your kids .But it becomes more a fool , you can lose some points .Sit down young ? If delivered to a beautiful dance . Feel old ? Acknowledge your child .Open your heart to see the lion king, REI ALI NO, in the arena inside the cage , his workshop , playing with his tamer MARINA ...Special edition ( better to say , the first ) the Company Linhares so many successes in other places , has proudly honored to present for young and not so much in this beautiful stone patio covered by our circus canvas .Tchan ! Tchan ! Tchan !The spectacular! The magnificent Self titled : Intelligent Head Boy , Braveheart of FatherCounting , inventing and improving the plight of Araújo , a couple out of Porto by MARINA REAL INO de Vasconcelos , sailed the great sea of ​​life , crossed the waves , generated eight children and after sixty years and three generations , reached as true " Araújos " " Heaven Brigadier , " Peace , Love. Because Love is in the air and everywhere .You need to live. I also need to navigate.by, Fernando of stones Linhares de Araújo , son of Realino and Marina , which has embarked on the long journey home to vote in the Our Father .from,Kobuburgo that in past ages , has been Pasargadae , ( there I am a friend of the king ) in many stages of the life of my child and happy .Inspired by this boy internal and eternal , in October 2006 .Along with three children Marli Cunha , friend and neighbor who had already played in other wheel , Child Parties eight to eighty, in the neighborhood Saint Luke , in the same city that chose to live for 33 years .We (sons of  neighboor, me, our sons, Mariana and Rafael Linhares ) musicalizar got this text and throw stones in the courtyard of the Coopita ( Stone Co-op) a real circus , bleachers , wood and stone, plastic canvas , master of ceremonies , even a donkey happened !With clowns , boys and girls galore ( over three hundred ) , band music, theater , popcorn and cotton candy blue , complete with shopping and goodies strawman thousand.The show was joy in the history of the provincial town , this unique presentation of Gran Circo Ojuara that unlike , shows the face of family and your Company Linhares , flagship tells the saga of Araújo , starring Realino and Marina , our parents , happy ventura and lavishness .The " whole of the Opera" is much more extensive in their family history , or rather : wordy !In this garrulous old style apprentice columnist .As obedient boy 's board " aunt " Sonia Vasconcelos I affectionately teaches that one must be contained in the writings via Face .His voracity superficial reading " fast food " which is a Big Mac hamburger , McDonald's that even China is the delight of the children and bourgeois hungry ! So I held the gluttony of writing !Truth be told : Just a little , dear dear reader !I thank my parents , Realino and Marina , simplicity and loveliness in care and captivate their offspring could help me in this metamorphosis to be perennial child. Best of all rather than elderly senile , I'm that lucky guy , health , joy of life and so I give thanks to God !Happy Children's Day to all ! Amen too!
 
 


A CRIANÇA, O CIRCO, O PAI, A MÃE, OS PAIAÇO

Cheiro de pipoca no ar. Eu quero! Azul de algodão doce. Dá pra mim.
Meu pai me leva de mãos dadas ao mais alto da minha alegria, na arquibancada dura de um pobre circo na Rua da Bahia.
Hoje tem espetáculo? Tem sim senhor!
Tem paiaço de rua? Tem sim senhor!
Tem o brilho da lua? Tem sim senhor!
E o paiaço o que é? É ladrão de Muié!
E o palhaço o que é? É ladrão de Muié!
Mulher ou homem algum, sabem medir o contentamento e a felicidade de um menino de quatro anos caminhando de mãos dadas com seu pai, deslumbrando com o som e as luzes,daquele admirável mundo novo.
O encantamento e a magia na sua primeira e única vez em um modesto circo de lona puída, na Rua da Bahia (Beagá).
Já se passaram cinqüenta anos (puxa, deixei vazar a minha idade!), mas com sinceridade, toda vez que abro a janela e visito este quadro dentro de mim, a fantasia daquele menino sensível vem à tona, tingindo em mil tons a indumentária do palhaço que continua gritando o que é... 
É ladrão de muié! E o coração tambor do peito, disparaLegal, né? Eu sou feliz e não lembrava!
Tic-tac, tic-tac, Papai trabaia, trabaia,
Trabalha sem cessa, Dia e noite trabalhando,
Para a família sustenta,
Tic-tac, tic-tac, tic-tac, tic-tac.
Tinha sete anos quando construí estes simples versos ao pai herói. O Brasil acabara de ganhar sua primeira Copa. Mamãe sustentava, há mais de um ano em seus seios fartos, seu último e guloso filho, nosso irmão Paulinho. A ela não agradei versos, a presenteei com um carretel agulhas e dedal. Vejam só: já pulsava em mim a veia filosofal! “O essencial é invisível para os olhos”: ser feliz para uma criança é muito simples.
Este é pequeno princípio da minha memória (confesso que tenho vários arquivos salvos, outra hora serão alvos) são parte da minha história guardada em um cérebro muito mais possante que um Microsoft de um tal de Bill Gates e o relato que estou fazendo é um aviso aos navegantes (como se dizia na Voz do Brasil, na era do rádio) para lembrar que: quem carrega pedra, nem sempre tem juízo mole.
Alô, alô garotaaaada!
Está chegando nesta praça, vindo do mundo da imaginação e de GRAÇA, o Gran Circo OJUARA! 
Que ao contrário, mostra a sua cara!
Ei você aí! Explore seu talento. Saia da platéia. Tire a bunda do assento. Seja equilibrista, suba pro palco, mostre sua veia de artista.
È muita emoção! É adrenalina! O desafio é nossa energia. Venha ser relojoeiro, pública funcionária, bailarina, paiaço, anão!
Tem depressão? Dor de alma? Vista a magia que acalma.
Venham, venham, venham todos! Tragam seus pais. 
Senhores pais, se convidem, tragam seus filhos.
Mas não se torne mais um tonto, pode perder alguns pontos. 
Sente-se jovem? Se entregue a uma bela dança. Se sente velho? Reconheça a sua criança.
Abra o coração para ver o leão REI ALI NO picadeiro dentro da jaula, sua oficina, brincando com sua domadora MARINA...

Em edição especial (melhor dizer, a primeira) a Companhia Linhares de tantos sucessos em outras paragens, orgulhosamente tem a honra de apresentar para jovens e os nem tanto, nesse pátio belo de pedras coberto por nosso circo de lona.
Tchan!Tchan!Tchan!
O espetacular! O magnífico Auto intitulado: Cabeça Inteligente de Menino, Coração Valente de Pai.
Contando, inventando e aumentando a saga dos Araújo, um casal que saindo de Porto REAL INO pela MARINA de Vasconcelos, singraram o grande mar da vida, Atravessou as ondas, geraram oito filhos e após sessenta anos e três gerações, alcançaram como verdadeiros “araújos”, o “Céu de Brigadeiro”, a Paz, o Amor. Porque o Amor está no ar e em todo lugar.
É preciso viver. Também preciso de navegar.

By,
Fernando das Pedras Linhares de Araújo, filho de Realino e Marina, que já embarcaram na grande viagem de vota pra casa do Pai Nosso.
From,
Kobuburgo que nas eras passadas, já foi Pasárgada, (lá sou amigo do rei) em muitas etapas dessa minha vida de criança e feliz.
Inspirado por esse menino interno e eterno, em Outubro de 2006.
Junto com três filhos de Marli Cunha,amiga e vizinha que já tinha brincado de roda em outras, Festas da Criança de oito a oitenta anos, no bairro São Lucas, na mesma cidade que escolhi viver há 33 anos.
Nós (eu, Mariana e Rafael Linhares) conseguimos musicalizar esse texto e lançar no pátio das pedras da Coopita, um circo de verdade, arquibancada de pau e pedra, lona de plástico preto, mestre de cerimônias, até um burrico aconteceu!
Com palhaços, meninos e meninas de montão ( mais de trezentos), banda de música, teatro, pipoca e azul de algodão doce, com direito a carrinho de pipoqueiro e guloseimas mil.
O show de alegria ficou na história da cidade provinciana, nessa única apresentação do Gran Circo OJUARA que ao contrário, mostra a cara da família e sua Companhia Linhares, carro chefe que conta a saga dos Araújo, protagonizada por Realino e Marina, nossos pais, de feliz ventura e prodigalidade.
O “conjunto da ópera” é bem mais extenso na sua historiografia familiar, melhor dizendo: prolixo!
No velho estilo verborrágico desse aprendiz de escrivinhador.
Na qualidade de menino obediente ao conselho da “tia” Sônia Vasconcelos que me ensina carinhosamente que é preciso ser mais contido nos escritos via Face. 
Sua voracidade superficial na leitura “fast food” é qual a um hambúrguer BigMac, da McDonald’s que até na China faz a alegria da criançada burguesa e faminta! Então me contive a gula da escrita!
Verdade seja dita: Só um pouquinho, caro amigo leitor!

Agradeço aos meus pais, Realino e Marina, na simplicidade e amorosidade no cuidar e cativar suas crias conseguiram me ajudar na metamorfose à ser esta perene criança. Melhor de tudo que ao invés de idoso senil, eu sou esse cara sortudo, saúde, contentamento de vida e por isso dou graças à Deus!

Feliz dia das crianças a todos! Amém também!
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domingo, 2 de março de 2014

SIDE EFFECT

corruption in Congress-National , case Mensalão
Justice Joaquim Barbosa Rapporteur of the FTS process that convicted 25 defendants of the high-ranking federal

Adicionar legenda
Collor pós impeachement 1992
Lula, a former president beardless and sick throat cancer, his main "organ"
Lula da Silva in 1989
Dirceu and its powerful chief, when Minister of Governance, now defendant in the case Mensalão. Corruption in Congress- 2005-2012
 SIDE EFFECT
The TSE - Superior Electoral Court emphasizes every election season of voter zeal to devote full-fledged voting clean. Young learners , working adults and the elderly respectful , has already extended consciousness and correct concept of how to make good use of this exercise of citizenship in the full vigor of democracy in our country .
            
That morning of Thursday, September 13 , although not always, read the headline in bold letters , the largest national circulation tabloid , Super News : " Verba deflected GANG PRODUCER . Former officials asked Emater funds on behalf of farmers and pocketed the amount . "
            
Gouveia , small municipality of Alto Jequitinhonha becomes news nationwide due to one of those involved in the coup (as the text of the diary, the responsibility of the journalist Ricardo Vasconcelos ) , being a resident of this county , lawyer and coordinator of the current mayor campaign . Citizens of good, decent and honest , which have already highlighted how many in our city , feel constrained due to the reported facts .
            
It is not for us (again I repeat ) to judge those whose criminal acts will be evaluated by a competent court . According mustered up the matter , the Federal Police and the Federal Public Ministry reported two former employees Emater , including the campaign coordinator and packed in municipal government lawyer, crimes against public administration and administrative misconduct . In the political future of Gouveia , dense clouds of buckshot the cloud Belo Horizonte , the source of the Santo Antonio da Serra .
            
"O tempora , O mores ! " Rooted heritage, in memory of a former altar boy ( when I served the Dutch Carmelite priest to say Mass in Latin! ) . This translates : Each time your morale. This, ( morality) and the bomb detonated in the news talking heads gouveianas , refer me to a text from a recent past that is my plowing with metaphors ( similarities ) in profusion ." ... On the other hand , blue butterflies that multiply in myriad dense Amazon rainforest , rarefied yet reappeared in my designs of tomorrow . Powered by biofuel Hope , I am determined. The challenge feeds me energy . I truly believe in my origins , the principle : the love that fed me childhood took root in me . After sucked the breast of the mother circulates in my veins open . The DNA is contaminated until the end of my days , for this positive , faith female . Men who do not harvest lives and not emasculate the right to be a father . How faith Legendary Amazons lost in time !Likewise , what Chestnut and Samaúma , giants in the exuberance of the Amazon , have roots , veins , capillaries . Are equivalent to parents , siblings , descendants . The interconnected kindred , irrigating life and retro - feeding with love hearts . This way is that it should be. I know it is not easy . Love is practice, is living , affection , attention is . We will then act !
   
Moreover, not only butterflies rainbow , bouncy animals , myths and fables tinting the biggest forest . Spicy insects , reptiles , fevers and delirium contribute to the darker tones . Thus , the irrational wild inhabitant , when cornered , they attack . Attacks to defend themselves. As in the woods , are gregarious animals . The same touching but my pace is quite different . A skunk smells another and not by bread alone does man live . Who wants to decipher me , do not think I'll devour someone . " Fernando Linhares , August 13, 2007" Office of the Historian is presentify the past . It is a construction which requires for its architecture , the reading of contemporary lenses . Understanding the negative and constructive actions of a community , in a clipping any , dusty weather is critical to a project walk . In the pioneer trails open in the past tense is needed so doing, to advance two-way street of environmental and business progress . "The above paragraph , my craft tool is an exhortation to the present moment of our community ahead of important election for the election of a candidate for mayor and nine new councilors . The CNBB National Conference of Bishops of Brazil , as it has to do so in every election, the voter -citizen guides by Primer 91 , in the sense that decision in choosing , whose profile has the moral , ethical and density is honest and honest . It is up to us citizens , the exercise of this constitutional right : the vote.

Robust memory of a being exercising your neurons a day-to - day, allow me to list the facts of our history that have changed since won elections and today are allowing people to review their lucid concepts of politicians and magistrates . Just the facts : Mensalão x Dirceu x Joaquim Barbosa . Well remember that Joaquim Barbosa , Supreme Court Justice , was a janitor in the building of the TSF , when at age 16 he was surprised by singing a song in English while cleaning the latrines of judges. Register which is mining , black and from poor backgrounds . His star shone and persevering got where you are in the highest instance , by merit . Dirceu , also a lawyer , former minister and former deputy is the mastermind of this crime against homeland , as the rapporteur , the eminent Joaquim Barbosa . In due proportion consider the destructive impact of Mensalão , the goals of the PT , at the national level , similar to what happens now , given the claims of the second term of the current administrator , in our dear Gouveia . I hope we find the County , a judge at the height of the stature of the character of the ethical man , Joaquim Barbosa . To my admittedly glimpse in 2014 , a third pathway distinct from Lula and Dilma : miner Joaquim Barbosa , " the guy " , black , along the lines of " Obama , made ​​in USA " . Viva Democracy ! Live the Brazilian people !In 1989 , Lula ran for president the first time . Collor de Mello , also northeast, but oligarchical origin represented the perfect model for a particular television network that leveraged their successful campaign , in addition to sigh , between faces and Brazilian women of all ages , for his athleticism and Apollonian ( reference to Apollo , the Greek god of physical beauty ) . A few days of the election , the debate on national television , Fernando Collor , flung all that Lula forced abortion of her daughter, born of the relationship with former girlfriend, Mírian Lamb . It was like " TNT " imploding the claims of leftist candidate , tongue-tied and easy speech. We know that after four attempts winner was in two lawsuits . But there is another story ..



" Tell me who your friends are I'll say who you are! " Candidates for majority positions at the municipal level , the mayor should have as much care in choosing your advice that if you want reputable , under penalty of macular capital form , the course his campaign . I refer again Primer CNBB " Elections 2012 : Citizenship for Democracy " which exalts the profile of the candidate the voter making the same question , with the questions : Is he honest ? It work ? If man , good father ? Have principles? It is worthy ? Have ethics? His record is clean ? And so it formats the good profile for the final choice on the ballot .Because we are privileged to live in calm and orderly , community can ( there's still time ) to outline the best profile between the two candidates who postulate the role of temporary manager for four years of our county .

 
For the last, I remember a happy experience when in a recent study trip , stage environmental manager , in neighboring Peru. Knowing , living and working in simple peasant community learned three laws of Magna Carta sage Inca Empire that vigiu that nation until the Spanish conquest culminating in its destruction . These are the laws t
Cuzco , Perú - May 2012, 12 families stone- dowtown
hat were not written , but were at the heart of several succeeding generations : Do not lie , do not steal , do not be lazy .
Think that our Constitution has listed over 5,000 laws and yet corrupt white collar remain unpunished . It remains to say that the wise people ( Inca ) did not allow trial who incur the three crimes were summarily killed without the right of " habeas corpus " or lawyer , former minister as handsomely paid defender. "O tempora , O mores " ..." C'est fini , hasta mañana , piano, piano te va a temprano  . "
by Fernando das Pedras , in September , 13 2012
 
Sorry , but I must finished . Thank 's at tomorrow

MOTHER, MY WISH IS THAT BY DIVINE DESIGN YOUR TIME WOULD BE ETERNAL

 
 

  MOTHER, MY WISH IS THAT BY DIVINE DESIGN YOUR TIME WOULD BE ETERNAL


 
On behalf of Mother Earth , Madre Naturaleza , I bow to mother nature in all its blessed days of living in the fertile bosom of the holy Mother , the grace of our Creator . I want to emphasize that I reiterate my credit, realize that does not fit into one, ( mothers day of trading ) , the valuing of the noble mission of the female being under the Universal Architect design .



 
Mother's Day, in Brazil - Sunday at 9:49 - That up there , Danielle Cunha , I extracted the Ana Alvarenga , old soul friend page . Then , (which is quite natural for me my profile as a person ) did comment on Facebook , this virtual diary , effective tool that brings us closer to different people , away from the eyes , close to the heart . Set apart from us , in different geographies water on this planet , our Mother Earth . Origin and destination of the train of life , web, or network , entangled yarn , ball built in our own rudimentary wheel, the existence contained between the sacred and the profane , the ordinary human being . Come then see moçada Facebook : - Thursday at 19:49 - Fernando Linhares- Do not carelessly take care of myself to realize that I do not miss my mother , because she was enchanted , tender and everlasting root in my heart apprentice love.Friday at 15:41 Valdenia Santos - Silva- I would be happier if my mother were here with me today ...Friday at 15:43 - Fernando Linhares- Hi Val ! In my case , I remain content with it , " guardadim " inside me . I think u can feel too well with his mommy ! ...
 
Come to understand that , where is my mother , that insists remind me by e - mail, " inter - Milky Way " that I do not forget " the glad game ." Be persistent in the pursuit of that such happiness , whose seed is key and " inside me" . Who knows ... Let me continue to keep seed in huge barn ? Free memory that humanizes and harmonizes , my simple existence? Echoes of my happy childhood and old , remind me of so many wise words , this woman patiently , cradled me in her womb for nine months , intensely loved me and whom I have not missed more ...I scared you , attentive reader ? Calm ! This " river " of questions will espraiar . The nostalgia that allows me to only gentle reminder was embraced by the love that I sucked his chest and fed me Lucky childhood. Took root in me and still circulates in my veins open . Trick my heart and make current throughout my being . Has its origin in memory that sometime , let me forget Marina : mother , beloved , friend, teacher , accomplice, instigator . My success as a man of standing and not crawling snake eater dust from my walk , all credit is hers , feminine vase permeated the eight children conceived love. Each, with his mouthful , each with its share in the communion of love into pieces of equal and immeasurable gift.Use of memory needs to be constant, " mental Dumbbells " , "Brain Pilates " , no matter the nomenclature , practice is necessary . Still , the genius of Einstein , the phrase : " Once a mind expands , will never be the same ." Definitely , I have no goal to investigate the function and physiology of the human mind . However , the intuition that guides me , in layered dawns in the silence of this house , surrounded in green. Autumn season of my life , "state of siege " quiet , " locus vivendi " harmonizing me and my balance is . However , allow me to reflect that I'm heading in the right direction, the direction and goal of the secret, the secret of the sacred that inhabits my inner . The light that the Creator be allowed , by joining Realino and Marina on Earth , are no more , yet still ALIVE , my parents , immortalized in lavish mine , my natural MIMORA .
 
" I'll take the purityThe response of childrenIs life is beautifulAnd it's beautiful ...
Live !And do not be ashamedBe happySing and sing and singThe beauty of beingA lifelong learner ...
Oh my God !I know , I knowThat life should beMuch better and will beBut that does not stopI repeatIt's beautiful , it's beautifulAnd it's beautiful ...And life !And what is life ?Say there, my brotherShe is the beatA heartShe is a sweet illusionHei ! Ho! ...
But life andShe is maravidaOr is it suffering?She is joyOr sorry ?What is it? What is it?My brother ...
Some talkThat people's livesIt's a nothing in the worldIt is a drop timeThat does not give a second ...
Some talkIt is a divineprofound mysteryIt is the breath of the creatorIn an attitude full of love ...
You say you are fighting and pleasureHe says that life and livingShe says it is better to dieFor it is not lovedAnd the verb is suffering ...
I just know that I trust the girlAnd the girl I put the power of faithAre we doing lifeHow to give or can or want ...
always desiredAs you're wrongNobody wants deathOnly health and luck ...
And the question wheelAnd shakes his headI get the purityThe response of childrenIs life is beautifulAnd it's beautiful ... Living is not ashamed to be happy. " Gonzaguinha .
I thank God for the gifts that there granted me , by Marina , her daughter , my mother in her womb , there I designed . Gracias a la vida hay given so much to me ! That allowed me to be a lifelong learner . Today , sunday mothers want to pay homage to the female being who cuddled in her sacred womb , men and women who inhabited / inhabit the planet Water, Ground planet , among the various abodes of the Creator . Fertilized and fed of Love , coming from the bosom of the mothers , daughters of Mother Terra.Pra not stay long and tiring too , please follow the link posted above in my status . " Hasta luego , compañeros " this virtual shortcut, Shining Path , this guy Facebook . Hahaha ! Come on, guys !