quinta-feira, 9 de fevereiro de 2017

We are what we feel ...


It's like the song says: "In so many ways that I can be, I'm sure one of them will please you ...". But who said I want to please you? And who said no? If things are not always as they seem to be, sometimes they are. Exactly how. That simple. Or not ... Who am I? I can be many things, I can speak many others so that, suddenly, you have a vague idea of ​​who I am. And? I can lie, hide, exaggerate, wander, deceive ... But how could I tell you, really, who I am in simple words? I could even try, maybe create a concept about myself, about who I was, about who I can be. But the point is that I do not fit into a single verb, nobody fits ... It is not a question of being, and then I could say that it is a question of being, but the human being is much more than that (being,  Remain, become ...). I could even try, in all sincerity, to define myself. If I believed in definitions, maybe I would try. I do not believe! I do not try! Define is label. And people do not fit into labels (some even ...), closed concepts are only for people who cling to every form of convention. They label themselves, conform to what is said "normal", do exactly what they expect from them, stop living. I believe in the feeling, in the gesture, in the affection, in the people I love and never want to lose, in the accelerated heart every time "that" person looks at you, and a simple touch of that one makes your whole body shake, I believe in complicity, in the Intimacy that only two people who really have waited for one another can have, I believe in the immediate affection and the identification that appears at the first moment, in the delivery of face undoubtedly, I believe in the strength of the words and in the silence of the look that shouts wills within Of people, I believe in the silly moments or the most serious moments, in the head chat or in that conversation without any pretension in which we speak what the mind comes to us without the fear of appearing to be "idiots", I believe in all those "little things" that of so Fools could not be wiser, that from so simple gigantic become when we see each other in the other, small-huge moments that make us want to remain forever in someone. I believe in what I feel, and just ... Because what determines who we are is what we feel, the people that surround us, and the moments we spend with them. People, gestures, affections, moments make us "BE". Frustrated when by fear, cowardice, pressure, obligation, or whatever it may be, even by what we do not understand or by what we think is noble, we fight against what we feel, we stop cultivating moments, we silence longings, we repress wills, (Our essence is lost when we do the opposite of what our heart feels and wants) ... Because it is not only who we are, but what we feel, the way we choose, where We want to reach and, above all, the people we want to be there, to share our best and worst moments. So do not let people who really matter to you get out of your life, never let that lack the gesture, the affection, the hug, or simply the look, that little word that in a minute can change everything. Rebuild what was thought lost. Never allow fears, obligations, impositions, and lack of attitude to keep you from living what you have always hoped for. People and stories get lost all the time. Do not lose yourself. Do not miss out on who you've always wanted. Wait your time, but do not let the time pass. Do not risk too much. They say there is only one moment to be happy: now! I know it's not that simple, although I'm so reluctant, I know that some things can only happen in the aftermath (it takes a cycle to close completely and another to open up completely, I know! Is this the right time for things? No doubt! The key is that we do not let such a moment become lost in so many "after" moments. Let us know how to do this ... Take ...!

(Cris Light)

quarta-feira, 8 de fevereiro de 2017

Wisdom

May God always give me wisdom to know the right moment to fight or to stop.

5 One night while Solomon was in Gibeon, the Lord God appeared to him in a dream and said, “Solomon, ask for anything you want, and I will give it to you.”
6 Solomon answered:
My father David, your servant, was honest and did what you commanded. You were always loyal to him, and you gave him a son who is now king. 7 Lord God, I'm your servant, and you've made me king in my father's place. But I'm very young and know so little about being a leader. 8 And now I must rule your chosen people, even though there are too many of them to count.
9 Please make me wise and teach me the difference between right and wrong. Then I will know how to rule your people. If you don't, there is no way I could rule this great nation of yours.
10-11 God said:
Solomon, I'm pleased that you asked for this. You could have asked to live a long time or to be rich. Or you could have asked for your enemies to be destroyed. Instead, you asked for wisdom to make right decisions. 12 So I'll make you wiser than anyone who has ever lived or ever will live.
13 I'll also give you what you didn't ask for. You'll be rich and respected as long as you live, and you'll be greater than any other king. 14 If you obey me and follow my commands, as your father David did, I'll let you live a long time.
15 Solomon woke up and realized that God had spoken to him in the dream. He went back to Jerusalem and stood in front of the sacred chest, where he offered sacrifices to please the Lord and sacrifices to ask his blessing. Then Solomon gave a feast for his officials.
Solomon Makes a Difficult Decision
16 One day two women came to King Solomon, 17 and one of them said:
Your Majesty, this woman and I live in the same house. Not long ago my baby was born at home, 18 and three days later her baby was born. Nobody else was there with us.
19 One night while we were all asleep, she rolled over on her baby, and he died. 20 Then while I was still asleep, she got up and took my son out of my bed. She put him in her bed, then she put her dead baby next to me.
21 In the morning when I got up to feed my son, I saw that he was dead. But when I looked at him in the light, I knew he wasn't my son.
22 “No!” the other woman shouted. “He was your son. My baby is alive!”
“The dead baby is yours,” the first woman yelled. “Mine is alive!”
They argued back and forth in front of Solomon, 23 until finally he said, “Both of you say this live baby is yours. 24 Someone bring me a sword.”
A sword was brought, and Solomon ordered, 25 “Cut the baby in half! That way each of you can have part of him.”
26 “Please don't kill my son,” the baby's mother screamed. “Your Majesty, I love him very much, but give him to her. Just don't kill him.”
The other woman shouted, “Go ahead and cut him in half. Then neither of us will have the baby.”
27 Solomon said, “Don't kill the baby.” Then he pointed to the first woman, “She is his real mother. Give the baby to her.”
28Everyone in Israel was amazed when they heard how Solomon had made his decision. They realized that God had given him wisdom to judge fairly.

terça-feira, 7 de fevereiro de 2017

Nunca neguei quem sou...


Nunca neguei quem sou...
Por que não acreditou em mim?
Tudo poderia ser diferente...
Eu disse que conseguiria matar o amor ou... transformar
Você não quis acreditar...
Brincou...

Nunca neguei quem sou...
Movida pelo amor preciso dele para existir...
E pelo mesmo motivo...
Matar... 
Se necessário for...

Nunca neguei quem sou...
Não é novidade...
Já fui capaz de morrer por amor...
E em mim... hoje ele só existe se recíproco for.
Pois ainda quero continuar vivendo...
Por AMOR!

Nunca neguei quem sou...
Me perdoa por ser assim...
Me perdoa por você não ter acreditado em mim.

Rosa Soares

I never denied who I am ...


I never denied who I am ...
Why don't you believe me?
Everything would be different ...
I said I could kill the love or transform ...
You Didn't want to believe ...
Played ...

I never denied who I am ...
Moved by love, I need it for me to exist ... ...
And for the same reason ...
Kill...
If necessary ...

I never denied who I am ...
Unsurprisingly ...
I have been able to die for love ...
And in me ... today it exists only if reciprocal is.
Because I still want to continue living ...
For love!

I never denied who I am ...
Forgive me for being this way ...
Forgive me for you did not believe me.

Rosa Soares

Wise Woman and woman foolish ...


For Wise Women:
God has entrusted to us women the mission of succoring man, regardless of his need: spiritual, physical, psychological or professional. We must help him in his humanity so in need of love and understanding.
Our role in the life of a man is to lead him to God, to help him in those moments when he no longer knows what to do.
Now, I want to throw a challenge to you, which is not so difficult: try to take the burden of responsibility and face this role with a different perspective, taught by Jesus: the optics of love! The more we love this man, take care of him, respect him and care for him, the closer he is to us, the more man he will be, because he will feel loved and healed.
"God saw that it was not good that the man should be alone and made him a suitable helper" (Genesis 2:20)
It is the gratitude of the mother who sees her son growing with maturity and ethics in life; it is the joy of the wife who sees her husband as a man and a professional; it is the blessing of the friend who sees in the friend the smile of Who has overcome a challenge with your help.
Not a burden, but a help to the Lord to build a new man for a new world!
You, woman, have an irreplaceable role to play in a man's life, but rest assured, because God, in His infinite goodness and wisdom, has thought of everything and therefore has given you so many gifts and talents. You already bring the "tools" needed to be that help, to shape this new man. Want to see a simple example? Within you there is a deep dedication, an ability to overcome great obstacles and a broad vision capable of contemplating the beauty hidden behind the mountain. But how can this help you? I will broaden your vision.


Difference between the WISE WOMAN and the INSENSATES
1. A wise woman builds her house. The foolish one knocks the house down with her own hands.
2. Strength and dignity are the dresses of the wise woman. Foolishness is the fashion of prostitutes; Is astute of heart.
3. A wise woman opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of benevolence is on her tongue. The foolish woman is scorching; She is foolish and her words are seductive, she knows no modesty.
4. A wise woman, even in the dark, stands up and gives food to her household. Foolishness is turbulent and stubborn; They do not stop at home their feet. Or it's on the streets or in the squares lurking around every corner.
5. The wise woman, according to the biblical sage, seeks wool and linen and works willingly with her hands. But the foolish one sits at the door of her house or in a chair on the heights of the city, calling to those who follow her path.
6 A wise woman doeth virtuously. The fool, shamefully.
7. The heart of a wise woman's husband trusts her, while the fool's heart rages with jealousy, and takes her appointment book in his pocket .... Control all her steps, control who she walks with and what she spends!

Just a tip !!!!!!!

But I only love one ...


Their Friends Speak:
1 Most beautiful of women, tell us where he has gone.
Let us help you find him.
She Speaks:
2 My darling has gone down to his garden of spices, where he will feed his sheep and gather lilies.
3 I am his, and he is mine, as he feeds his sheep among the lilies.
He Speaks:
4 My dearest, the cities of Tirzah and Jerusalem are not as lovely as you.
Your charms are more powerful than all of the stars in the heavens.
5 Turn away your eyes — they make me melt.
Your hair tosses about as gracefully as goats coming down from Gilead.
6 Your teeth are whiter than sheep freshly washed; they match perfectly, not one is missing.
7 Behind your veil are hidden beautiful rosy cheeks.
8 What if I could have sixty queens, eighty wives, and thousands of others!
9 You would be my only choice, my flawless dove, the favorite child of your mother.
The young women, the queens, and all the others tell how excited you are as they sing your praises:
10 “You are as majestic as the morning sky — glorious as the moon — blinding as the sun!
Your charms are more powerful than all the stars above.”
She Speaks:
11 I went down to see if blossoms were on the walnut trees, grapevines, and fruit trees.
12 But in my imagination I was suddenly riding on a glorious chariot.
Their Friends Speak:
13 Dance! Dance!
Beautiful woman from Shulam, let us see you dance!
She Speaks:
Why do you want to see this woman from Shulam dancing with the others?

Mas eu amo somente uma...


Coro
1 Você, a mais bela das mulheres, responda: para onde foi o seu amado?
Que caminho ele seguiu? Nós a ajudaremos a encontrá-lo.
Ela
2 O meu amor desceu ao seu jardim, aos canteiros perfumosos.
Ele está alimentando as suas ovelhas no jardim e colhendo lírios.
3 Eu sou do meu amado, e o meu amado é meu.
Ele leva as suas ovelhas para pastarem entre os lírios.
Quinta canção
Ele
4 Minha querida, você é bonita como a cidade de Jerusalém, encantadora como a cidade de Tirza e impressionante como essas duas cidades.
5 Desvie de mim os seus olhos, pois eles me perturbam.
Os seus cabelos ondulados são como um rebanho de cabras descendo as montanhas de Gileade.
6 Os seus dentes são brancos como ovelhas com a lã cortada, que acabaram de ser lavadas.
Nenhum deles está faltando, e todos são bem-alinhados.
7 O seu rosto corado brilha atrás do véu.
8 Pode haver sessenta rainhas, oitenta concubinas e muitas moças; 9 mas eu amo somente uma, aquela que é perfeita como uma pomba.
Ela é filha única e a querida da sua mãe.
Todas as mulheres olham para a minha amada e dizem que ela é feliz; rainhas e concubinas a elogiam e dizem:
10 “Quem é esta que parece o nascer do dia, que é bela como a lua, brilhante como o sol, impressionante como esses dois astros e luminosa como o céu cheio de estrelas?”
11 Eu desci ao jardim das amendoeiras para olhar as plantas novas do vale, para ver se as parreiras estavam brotando e se as romãzeiras estavam em flor.
12 Eu estou tremendo. Você me deixou ansioso para amar, tão ansioso como um condutor de carros de guerra para entrar na batalha.
Coro
13 Volte, volte, sulamita . 
Volte, volte; nós queremos ver você dançar.
Ela
Por que vocês querem me ver dançando a dança da noiva?