http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HgWL4pWO0Y8

And here we are in the 8 of March.



One more international day of the woman.

One more day in that some women will be happy.

One more day in that some women will be unhappy.

One more day in that some women will smile watching their babies playing

One more day in that some women will cry looking for the bodies of their dead children

One more day that will be a rose day for some women.

One more day in which other women will receive insults only.

One more international day of the woman in which women will be

beaten up,

will be forced,

will be insulted on their bodies and souls

One more international day of the woman in that more women will be

murdered

brutalized

despised

ABANDONED

Yes, until one more international day of the woman will happen.

-Until when?


Happy International Woman' s Day.


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E cá estamos no 8 de março.



Mais um dia internacional da mulher.

Mais um dia em que algumas mulheres serão felizes.

Mais um dia em que algumas mulheres serão infelizes.

Mais um dia em que algumas mulheres hão-de sorrir enquanto olham os seus filhos brincando.

Mais um dia em que algumas mulheres hão-de chorar olhando os corpos de seus filhos mortos.

Mais um dia em que, para algumas mulheres, será o dia de receberem rosas.

Mais um dia que que outras mulheres receberão insultos apenas.

Mais um dia internacional da mulher em que mulheres serão

espancadas,

violentadas,

insultadas no seu corpo e na sua honra

mais um dia internacional da mulher em que mais mulheres serão

assassinadas

brutalizadas

desprezadas

A B A N D O N A D A S

sim, até que mais um dia internacional da mulher aconteça.

-Até quando?





Feliz dia Internacional da
Mulher.

a minha cabeça acendeu-se

a minha cabeça levantou-se

a minha cabeça, singular objecto de luz,

a minha cabeça tocou na tua cabeça.

a corrente tocou a fronte

a fonte energetica fez o raio

o raio incendiou tudo.

a tua cabeça

tocou-me,

electrica

a tua cabeça dançou sobre a minha cabeça e

frenetica

derramou o mel do afago

derramou todo o ritmo sobre meu corpo

a minha cabeça voou

explodiu,emitiu sons, dançou

a minha cabeça de isqueiro

toda acesa para ti, singular objecto de amor.




http://noseternos.blogspot.com/






rain of orange




beautiful trees

golden leafs dancing a slow in the morning

falling like a rain of poems

those little tones of orange of a quiet autumn


shadows of winter are coming

touching the garden's peace; the strange beauty of

a white cold so is near now,but that music of those trees

still sounds on each of those golden moments

summer is gone yes , but the beauty remains

and the hope of life still glows

on each of those orange leafs.



like a diamond

life still shines around, golden pieces of orange gold

dances inside my eyes so peacefully

what a vision of life , such a beautiful insight

an eternal promise that glows.

free tibet
free tibet
free the people of tibet and lhasa

let people live
let people love
let people be free of your bad karma
children have the right to learn
living with the joy of hope and life
respect the light
respect love
respect all the human spirits and rights

respect women
respect men
respect that land and the wise old people

stop using guns against innocent souls
stop harming those who wants you to stop the war
let people live free
in the peace of their houses


free tibet
free tibet
free the people of tibet and lhasa






Hi everyone:)
I have never asked nothing but this time i will.


Please join candle4tibet:)


Help it to get bigger and warmer.
Be that candle we need to help to support the future


Be a candle4tibet member!


Much Love to You All
Maria**

(dedicated to )



Im a wolf
and I cry I have a terrible bite, my theeth
destroys all the flesh
watch
the blood in my mouth

im dangerous
I have the rage inside.
alone with my eyes
guiding me through the night I walk ,
a soft shadow amoung those shadows of time
and I wait.

For you
for your love
for that passion
for the flame
and that rage

The wolf sleeps inside you heart and mine
and im there
waiting.
Sparking lights from stars above are guiding us
to the perfection of love
to that mountain above,
to where the heart of the wolf
will take us out of time.

Some time ago a quite good friend of mine and I we had the most
interesting conversation on people behaviour.
From his point of view ( he is not an optimistic creature; I am ) the
world is getting worse everyday and it gets worse because of human s
faults regarding human rights and the lack of freedom and respect for
others.Well, I know ive said i am an optimistic, which I of course
am, but at some point I had to agree with him.

In fact we are now living some very strange times in which some
persons capacity of disrespecting , not only the most simple rules of
living in peace, but also by creating all the kind of major problems
to others; not feeling that we all are living into the same world and
that for enjoying a good life we all need to respect the equilibrium
and stability by all the acts we do is really getting in a way that
upsets me a lot.
Acting must be right.
And to act right we need to understand our needs but also the needs
of others.

This is what me and my friend were discussing .
He says that I am definitly a romantic without the single idea of how
some people can be in fact cruel and selfish.
Guess he got a point there.
It is quite difficult for me to see those kind of failures.
Guess to see cruelty is not one of strongest qualities no.
But anyway and getting back to the point.

We now are passing trough a terrible period in which we see all the
kind of awful news about death war crimes and bad politicians making
us almost believe that to act right will no make the difference
anymore.
But in fact we all can help to change all this situation.
By doing the right thing when we have to make choices .

Life can be a wonderful place to be.
So lets try to start something better somewhere.
If somebody gives trust we need to give trust back .
If somebody gives us love we need to correspond to that love.
How?
By the understanding of what love is.
And love is attention and respect.
Kinda of a superior emotion, above our most basic interests and
feelings.

Arts and artists are importanto to create a force of love because
they all have the capacity of seeing reality from a different point
of view.They are able of touching superior realities and visions with
the mind, so that's why they are able to create something new.
And thats wonderful.

But in order to be a real creative person , an artist need to
recreate himself first, in order to be a person that puts the basic
instint of surviving out of the process of living.

If someone; no matter who or where, wants to have success, that
person needs to be completly honest and clean.An artist cannot have
the same behaviour he sees on others , an artist need to recreate
himself everyday on order to keep going on a creative process.And to
put his life and work out from the everyday fight for power and
selfish needs he sees on others .

This was the subject me and my friend were discussing.
He told me that he doesn't believe in a new kind of humanity because
all he sees its a enourmous fight for power that began since the
first days of humanity until today.

Well, it maybe started that way, but we can change all that.
By acting right.
By trying to understand that we all grow in the direction to the same
light that we all grow into the direction of future.

And if someone gives trust , we need to correspond.
If somene gives us honesty we need to pay with the same honesty.

By using what someone have created , by stealing what someone
trustely gave us to be shared,we are acting the worse way possible.
By denying our responsability, by lying and inventing excuses to hide
our bad behaviour we are not acting righ.

The world belongs to all of us.
We can share but we cannot steal.
And we cannot steal anything.

Special if we are artists we need to feel even more reponsability .
Because if we want to be respected and successful we need to
understand that others success is also important and that we need to
act right by respecting the legal rights of others creative process.
We can share but we cannot steal.
Anybody.
Anywhere.

The Chinese party has begun.

After scandals and more scandals, of deaths and hundreds of Tibetan citizens in fight for liberty and better conditions of life in prison, after sad excuses torn up, and ridicules arguments up to date; with
the torture of hundreds of humans, the party has begun.

And neither the grayest mists that were hidden from our eyes all the manisfestation of the powers and neither the threats of storms and thunders sent away the victorious smile of the politic police and politic managers .
Those are having a blast.

Of course that this is a weird situation for all the others.
So for all the athletes and sport managers present on this theater of hidden war
the respect for humanity, promoting the sport as form of open doors to better relationships between winners and defeated, between offenders and violated becames each day more difficult and obliges to some attitudes.

And one of those atitudes is to politely ask the Chinese that please respect a bit more the rights of the Tibetan people.

--Why oh why do I not believe that they (the Chinese managers) will pay any attention to such requests?....

Anyway , here goes one more request.
This time coming from the communities of athletes that are prepared to bring and fight for those desired medals.
I must add that if i were one of those athletes ; I would never got the nerve to use those medals on my chest or in any shelve of my house

They can be made of gold silver and bronze, pretty magnificents and valuable, but they are infested by the smell of blood of too many innocent people murdered and forced by a regime of injustice.

Sport for Peace?

Maybe.



http://www.sportsforpeace.de/seiten/index.htm

women dancing
women
crying
women working and shouting

women
fighting against the war
dying
women asking for peace
and love

women hoping
women dreaming
women building a new world
of culture


nursering their children
creating
listening to the music
living

women drawing a rainbow of hope
painting all the skies with love


( a little poem as a tribute to all the women in the all world )