Tuesday, June 09, 2015

Regulamentação das Terapêuticas não Convencionais- Reportagem TVI

Nightwish - Bless the Child - Floor




"Bless The Child"


"I was born amidst the purple waterfalls.
I was weak, yet not unblessed.
Dead to the world. Alive for the journey.
One night I dreamt a white rose withering,
a newborn drowning a lifetime loneliness.
I dreamt all my future. Relived my past.
A witnessed the beauty of the beast"

Where have all the feelings gone?
Why has all the laughter ceased?

Why am I loved only when I'm gone?
Gone back in time to bless the child
Think of me long enough to make a memory
Come bless the child one more time

How can I ever feel again?
Given the chance would I return?

I've never felt so alone in my life
As I drank from a cup which was counting my time
There's a poison drop in this cup of Man
To drink it is to follow the left hand path

"Where have all the feelings gone?
Why is the deadliest sin - to love as I loved you?
Now unblessed, homesick in time,
soon to be freed from care, from human pain.
My tale is the most bitter truth:
Time pays us but with earth & dust, and a dark, silent grave.
Remember, my child: Without innocence the cross is only iron,
hope is only an illusion & Ocean Soul's nothing but a name...

The Child bless thee & keep thee forever"

Saturday, June 06, 2015

i love you maybe more in distance than in presence because in your presence i feel my own solitude and restlessness but when you are far i feel you inside me more and im gratefull for our memories together.

Im made of words and hopes but you are made of melodies.

nao posso prender-t, é sempre melhor soltar te no vento e esperar que voltes para mim como brisa natural.

Espacio Ronda - OMNAMO - Melodías del Monzón

http://www.oneworldcenter.org/home

Ayurveda e Yoga, com Erick Schulz e Thais Silva

Qual amor haverá, se é uma entidade por si só, fatigada, utiliza vestes cinzas

Qual tempo bastará, se o momento pede-lhe em presença, tudo aquilo que não pode dar

Quais partes, quais viajens ficarão, se ficar custa, se bastar nunca basta, e se somos nuances apenas.


O Princípio da Incerteza (2002) Manoel de Oliveira

Lisbon Story (1994) Wim Wenders