E nas madrugadas Nunca, nunca frias Sentiam-se invisíveis e imunes Protagonistas de seus próprios dias: Nada, nada temiam Pois o medo não lhes reconhecia.
E nas vielas quase escuras Em retas e curvas Seus corpos queimavam E se consumiam Sem nenhum pudor – Puro resplendor – Que em seus corpos flamejantes ardia.
Cegavam olhos curiosos De pregadores – Pecadores! – Zelosos tentando manter ao longe Aqueles que tinham a galhardia De ser a soma fecunda e profunda Do estarrecedor desejo que a eles consumia.
Tendo a Lua como única testemunha Da sua luxúria e devassidão Não se importavam Em fazer ouvir aos outros Os inúmeros “Eu te amo” Ditos entre suas peles e almas despidas.
Você conhece verdadeiramente as pessoas não quando está no topo, mas quando está atravessando dificuldades.
Quando enfrentei dificuldades, contava nos dedos de uma mão os que estavam do meu lado. Quando estava melhor, vivia cercado de pessoas que eu sequer conhecia e que tentavam se passar por meus amigos.
E talvez o grande segredo da vida esteja no meio do caminho. Ter o suficiente para compartilhar com a familia e os amigos, mas não ter demais ao ponto de atrair os urubus.
Obrigado, Deus, por me ensinar isso. ❤️
P.S.: Nada pessoal contra os urubus. Eu sou flamenguista. 🙂
P.S. 2: Que fique claro que isso não é uma indireta para ninguém.
Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known
Agora Babou 