29 November 2009

wings

I want to fly.
Open my wings and take off.
I want to see the sky.
I want to see the land from above.

It's so wonderful to have wings.
But, what happens if you have wings but you don't know?
Everyone has a pair of wings waiting to be opened.
The problem is, when you open your wings for the first time,
Will you fly?
Or will you fall?

28 November 2009

small things

When I calm down and look around. Skies, why are people’s faces so boring? I wonder what they are thinking. It’s certainly not the first time, but each time, I feel more grateful than the one before. Life really is a miracle, a wonder. How curious the one wonder that is the most qualified for the Seven Wonders of the World isn’t included in it.
True that people use to feel unsatisfied. But that should be only to a certain degree, because there is always the satisfaction of being right here, right now. Who was it that said so? Oh, yes it was Avril Lavigne’s song. “I think about the little things that make life great.” How true is that? One should know in the heart. The little things that happen, that most of times we don’t take notice. Sometimes, that’s what makes life so different for each of you, each of us. It’s a wonder how small things can change our fate, our life so much. All those coincidences, all those small gestures, and those sentences that people say without even thinking about them, all of them are the part of life I’m most grateful about. Sure it’s not the thanksgiving day, but still, I want to thank all those people I met. Even those I hate, because those are the people that teach me the most, and if not, at least they taught me what is hate.

Hoshii wo nerae

When I look back, I wonder what I have accomplished. But, if I’m here, it may be not a coincidence. When I look around, I wonder what people are doing. But, if they are out there, they must have done so far to be present.
I used to look at people’s faces and think: another stranger passed by. But, time goes on and things do change. All the faces have written on them, a story that maybe it’s never been told before.
They are fighting. They are all fighting. No matter where I turn to, it’s the same. I see people fighting on and struggling for what they want. It makes me wonder what I have done so far. It’s not easy to live. I don’t think it’s a lie. Hey, pals, you are all working so hard. You keep running. I wonder if I can keep on. Changes sometimes come too fast, but as long as I am alive, I should fit myself in. I should, but, I don’t. When everything has always been in your reach, I wonder what happens if one day, that very person can’t reach anything anymore.
Looking from afar, I wonder what are all these people struggling for. What keeps us, you, them… going on living and fighting? There is a meaning to life isn’t there. There is a wish in everyone’s heart and mind, isn’t there?
I wonder what is mine. I really do. Meanwhile, I don’t want to lose to anyone.
That’s why,
Aim higher,
Aim for the sky,
Aim for the stars.
Let me keep looking forward and never ever give up. When I find what I truly want, I’ll decide where to shoot. For now, let the work begin.

21 November 2009

Rain II


Flash across my window.
I get up.
I open my window,
wind comes in blowing.
A smell,
a smell of rain.
I look up, at the sky.
It's grey, nearly black.
I feel uneasy.
What is this feeling?
Did I do anything wrong?
Did I forget something?
Am I waiting for something to come?
A ray of sunlight escapes from the clouds.
Somehow, I can breathe more easily.
I look around.
Even though there is sunlight, there seems to be no life.
A drop.
Another drop.
It's raining now.
More and more.
Somehow, the drops sound like music.
the music seems to be a happy one.
Why?
How can it be happy in such a dead day?
What gives? Why should anyone answer me?
...
It felt like an eternity went by.
I felt desperate, but rain washed it away.
I felt uneasy, btu rain took it away.
When the rain stopped,
I saw the sky, the true sky.
It was blue, and it was high.
I saw the grass, the strength in it.
It was green, and it was alive.
I felt relief,
I felt hopeful.
As if awaken from a long dream,
as if waking up for the first time,
as if being born in a new world,
as if I've never been there before,
I closed my window
and set for my journey.
Determined, hopeful and happy.

Rain

Green,
the most beautiful green is after the rain.
What the rain washes away,
I don't know.
I only know that,
after the rain,
the world is reborn.
Fresh air, wind.
Wet air, sea.
Blue,
the most bright blue is after the rain.
What rain brings,
I don't know.
I only know that,
after the rain,
the world wakes.
white clouds, blue sky.
grey waves, dark sea.

28 October 2009

Isto, só nos filmes

O que acontece a uma pessoa que vai passar férias ao Algarve?? Supostamente...relaxa.
Mas não. O que acontece é que o computador para além de não quere funcionar, vai ao cúmulo de pegar fogo... Só visto.
Mais, nem uma noite sossegado?! É demais.
Será isto um sonho??? Não pode ser.
A polícia bate à porta. Truztruz. Porque será?
"Pode fazer o favor de me acompanha?"
Mas o que vem a ser isto? Acontece que... os doidos dos americanos viram filmes a mais e andaram a traficar droga no hotel. E quê??? Foram estúpidos, idiotas ao ponto de serem apanhados. Mais uma noite em branco. E para mais, na esquadra...
Isto, só em filmes... ou talvez não. Sonhos também devem servir, mas na vida real. Poupa-me tenho mais que fazer.
Mas, acontece.

26 October 2009

人呢?

当我需要你时,
你为何不在?
平凡日子里,
你无处不在,
可是为什么,
当我四处寻找你时,
你却无影无踪。
平时转头就见的微笑,
为何真正需要时,
却无法找到?
朋友,
是什么?
真心,
是什么?
当我需要你时,
你藏在何处?
我,
不再认识你,
因为你,
从来不在。

4 September 2009

Race

Every morning, a gazelle wakes up.
It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed.
Every morning, a lion wakes up.
It knows it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death.
It doesn't matter whether you are a lion or a gazelle,
When the sun rises, you'd better start running.


Tomorrow, let's have a race. If I don't win, next time, in the next life, let's have a rematch. Just you wait, and one day I will win.

3 September 2009

雾中的老师

又是一个平常的日子。燕子和虎鹰在县城上的旅店已经住了两周了。在那些日子里,虎鹰常常一个人出去工作,而燕子就在街上闲逛。如往常,燕子又在街上看店铺,想着:在虎姐姐身边能学到不少新东西。与此同时,虎鹰在县城边缘打发一些流氓,想着:得给燕子找个老师。
夜悄悄地走来,一层厚厚的雾也同时降临。燕子正看着这大雾,心里想着自己是否还能找到回旅店的路。不只是巧合还是缘,一群流氓相的少年挡在燕子的路上。
“小朋友,迷路了?要哥哥带你回家吗?”少年轻蔑的对着她笑了笑。
感到危机的燕子马上想到前几天贵族先生送给她的匕首,便把他拿了出来对准前方的少年。那把匕首没有贵族先生的那一把那么华丽,但是上面的五颗红宝石跟燕子的肤色很配。少年看到那匕首,顿时惊讶得瞪大了眼睛。这时,不知何时何处冒出来的一个陌生人说道:“后辈请留步。”陌生人挡在燕子和少年中间。燕子看着那个背影似乎有了点安全感,放下了匕首。
“你们不但以多欺少,还欺负那么小的女孩,亏你们做得出。”
少年不服气,从同伴那儿抽出一把刀就像陌生人刺去。燕子受惊,往后退了几步。在雾中,她只看到几个人混战一番。她知道,若不是陌生人相助,自己很难活过那一关。
“燕子!”一声焦急的叫喊传到燕子的耳边。
这时,那个陌生人对燕子说:“不是所有事情都可以用武力解决的。再说,看得出来你是第一次拿武器……”还没说完,虎鹰就跑到了。
“燕子,你没事吧?”
“你怎么能天暗了还让一个小孩单独出来?”
“啊!谢谢叔叔!”燕子对着人影喊道。
“叔叔?应该是哥哥吧。”
雾有点散开了,那位哥哥也走近了点。一个眉清目秀的帅哥出现在眼前。一眼看出帅哥出众的武力和帮助人的热情,虎鹰请求他做燕子的老师,而他一口答应了。
“雾中缘,师生情呀!”帅哥叹道,“我是亚杰。”
“我是虎鹰,这是燕子。请多多指点。”

2 September 2009

unpleasant car tour

There was this composition title that reminded me of something rather unpleasant.
The composition title was 'an unpleasant trip by car, ship or plane'. As a matter of fact, I did have one, recently.
Once, I was on a car to go to Wutai mountains with my family. On the road, we faced fog and heavy rain. Also, We saw several car accidents. Not one, several. I mean it was like...three...five...six. About six of them. Not quite a nice day to begin with.
Not long after that, I went to the tomb of my grandparents.
Death, is the word that comes most into my mind right now. I can't imagine how I didn't realize it before. I can't describe the feeling of watching so many things related to death in so short period of time. No, not horror movies. Those are not death related things, they are only pieces of art. But that trip was for real. Actually, on the road to the tomb, there was heavy rain. Even heavier than the time when we went to the mountains. The water was poured from the sky, and I mean it. I couldn't see anything from the car window, just running water. I was horrible. When the rain finally stopped, another series of car accidents were there waiting for me to see.
I felt like there was a theatre of death, but the play was one in which one would actually die.
Chilling...and creepy.

认错

自从虎鹰把燕子接出箫汕村后,她们就不停地奔波。箫汕村外方圆一千里都是类似的小村庄。来来往往的人,除了一些送信件的,很少见到。也正是因为如此,所以带着燕子的虎鹰才选择不停的赶路,一直到了一个比较热闹的县城。
“虎姐姐,这里的人好多,东西也好多!”
看着兴高采烈的燕子,虎鹰微微一笑。她们来到一个旅店住下。在路上的日子里,燕子没吃什么好的,休息的也不多,一道客房就一头栽下,呼呼大睡。虎鹰见状就叫侍人准备一桌美食让燕子醒来后品尝。安排好一切后,虎鹰拿着一袋包子出去散步了。
燕子一觉醒来发现眼前有一桌天鲜美食,大包一顿后,推开客房的门,大胆的上街游玩。在旅店附近,她发现了一位富贵人士,身上带着一把华丽的匕首。宝石和金线闪闪发光,牵住了燕子的眼神。不知不觉,燕子偷偷摸摸得跟着他来到了一个非常拥挤的地方。突然,一个念头晃过燕子的脑子。于是,她慢慢的靠近那位先生,磨到匕首后在远离了一步。就在她的脸被一个陌生人挡住的时候,她把匕首拿了下来。接着,就是一阵狂奔。
到了旅店,她把匕首藏在衣服里进了客房。客房里,虎鹰正躺着等她。
“没想到小燕子胆子真大,”听到这句话,燕子吓了一大跳,以为虎鹰知道了她干的事。但是,话的下部分使她送了口气。“刚来一个陌生地方就敢乱窜。”
不过,燕子轻松的时间也不长。当她刚走一步时,虎鹰就皱起眉头看着这个自己新领的小妹妹,说道:“燕子,你出去干什么了?把衣服里的匕首拿出来。”燕子想:哇!虎姐姐好英明,于是,乖乖地把匕首交了出来。看到装饰如此绚华的匕首,虎鹰的眉头又紧了紧。他耐心的对燕子说:“燕子,这是贵族匕首。你是偷来的吧。”燕子点了点头,不敢和那位酷姐姐对视。“以后,不管是什么,只要是别人的就不能随便拿,知道了吗?”虎鹰叮嘱道。燕子又点了点头。
没费多长时间,姐妹俩在一家饭店找到了匕首的主人。
“叔叔,我看着匕首好看就拿了。对不起,我错了。”燕子正视着那个贵族道了歉。
“好孩子,连道歉都能正视对方。下次见面,送你一把匕首。”
贵族对虎鹰笑了一笑:“后会有期。”
虎鹰回笑,在点了点头。

31 August 2009

千纸鹤


夜深了,
在灯光下叠着纸鹤。

千纸鹤,
送一份温暖,
送一份幸福。

纸鹤吊在窗前,
微风吹过,
连连飘起。

千纸鹤,
送一份关怀,
送一份祝福。

风吹过,
湖面起了浪。
平静是短暂的,
浪涛才平凡。

千纸鹤,
飞吧,
把故事带到远方。

30 August 2009

天空日日不同,夜夜也不同。
前夜望暗月,昨夜望明月。
望明月,思远方。
此时此刻谁望月,
千里之外通月连。

一种孤单,
一种平静,
一种幸福。

明亮的月光静静地溜进窗户,
给人一种思念的感觉。

29 August 2009

一件小事

“虎姐姐,有空时一定要来我们家做客欧!”一个可爱的声音又在脑子里响起。这是很久以前的事。
三年前,虎鹰在箫汕村里认识了一家农民。他们那种朴素的生活让她非常羡慕。一天复一天,只愁下一次的丰收能维持多久。那又像她那样的思想斗争,获得像玩家的木偶?偶然的机会把它带到了那个村子躲避自己的追踪者。在村里的那几天,他时不时得帮农民在田里干一点力所能及的事。傍晚时分,他常常坐在桌旁讲村外的故事。五天后,当他要离开村子的时候,农民家的孩子:燕子对他这么说的。
事后,虎鹰有无数次经过箫汕村,但是没有一次进村里到燕子家逗留过。此时,他又站在土路上的交叉口。这一次,他选择了去箫汕村的路。
“是虎鹰!”村口的一位农民叫道。“唉呦!虎姑娘,你可真来啦!”
“这位叔叔,燕子在吗?”虎鹰有礼貌的问道。
“咦,怎么在村长家?”
“虎姑娘,两年前村里的水被什么东西感染了。村民们一个个都倒下了,害死了不少。后来,好不容易凑了钱请了医生。没生病的就没再染上,但是生了病的只有刚生不久的得救了。为一燕子挺的时间这么长,也好了。”
“呒,我知道了。谢谢叔叔。”
说完,虎鹰飞奔到村长家。燕子一看到就又跑又跳地迎接:“虎姐姐!你来了!”虎鹰微笑着坐下来,追问起两年前燕子病倒的事。没想到燕子天真灿烂的笑着回答:“因为我叫姐姐有空就来,但是姐姐一直没来,所以我一定要等到姐姐来呀!”
“这孩子,特别喜欢你。经常说虎姐姐怎么怎么,虎姐姐说了什么什么。”村长叹了口气。“这也算是被他盼到了。”
原来简单一句话也有那么大的力量。记着他的燕子竟然能因此而战胜病魔。

夜空

夜深了。
独自坐在湖边,望着湖边的水。
一轮孤月亮挂在空中。
不是明亮的月,不是皎洁的月。昏暗的黄色带着没落的感觉。
在湖边的我似乎在夜空中看到了自己。
那轮孤月独挂空中,一样孤单。
那轮暗月荡在空中,一样无色。
湖面倒映着月亮和自己,一幅假如画的景色出现在我面前。
希望有一天,这幅画的月是皎皎明月,画中的人是个明亮的成功者。

25 August 2009

Memento Mori

«My dearest Syla,
It's been a while since I last wrote you. I wonder if you are still doing well writing your stories and making guesses. I'm finding my cases more and more difficult. I think it will be soon the day I'll need your impossible stories to solve my cases. Recently I'm trying yo solve a case involving a head of state.It seems like he was bribed to allow the construction of a tax-free transport centre where a natural park is. It's so complicated, the things you have to do and the papers to be submitted just because the charged one is an important politician. Can't it just go smoothly like with everyone else?...Whatever.
Maybe you could give me a hand some time.
Drowning under piles of paper,
Kee»
Thus was the 6th mail Keering wrote to Syla since they parted ways.
One month passed without the mail being opened, two months passed without Keering receiving the reply.
«Dear Syla,
I haven't received the reply from the last time, but concerning the Freeport case in Alputorg, Croatess, who was held as a suspect was cleared of those charges. It's quite annoying.... and I was so sure that he's guilty! I guess it can't be helped.
Please say something, even if it's to tell me that I'm a looser.
Kee»
Thus was the 7th mail Keering wrote to Syla, which did not receive a reply nor it arrived at its destination.
One month later, Keering, who didn't receive any notice from Syla, decided to pay her a visit.
When he arrived at the house where Syla used to live, he found it looking like a ghost house. No piece was left unturned in the house and it seemed not to be inhabited for a while for there was dust everywhere. Having no idea of where Syla could be, he took a walk in the forest to clear his thoughts.
"So, 4 months ago, she was okay, for she replied my letter. Then, probably 3 months ago something happened that forced her to leave her house and be unable to receive my letters? What could it be? Something suspicious is going on here..."
"For the exception that the one suspicious here is you and the something that happened didn't happen 3 months ago." Syla spoke walking out of her hiding place.
"Was I thinking aloud? You gave me a fright!" Keering was fairly surprised. "What happened to your house? It's in a real mess."
"Oh, really?" Syla faked surprise. "Why should I tell you?"
"How can you say that out of the blue? Aren't we friends? I may have not written you that often but I'm still thinking about you! Why would I care to come here if I wasn't worried about you?" Keering shouted. "You should just trust your friends!"
"How can you tell me to trust you? Can it be that you don't know you are a public security office inspector yourself?" Syla sounded desperate.
"I am an inspector, but that doesn't mean that I can't be your friend." Keering was trying to understand Syla.
"What if your friend is a wanted criminal and you are responsible for the case? What would you do?" Syla showed signs of tears.
Keering was shocked to see that Syla changed so much. She was not herself anymore, not the strong actress that he met on his way to Tomb village.
"Syla, I don't know what would I do then, but right now, I just want to help you. We'll think about that situation later, okay? Ah! That's right...I brought you the souvenir I bought in Pon. I'm not sure if you like it. It's a small plant that eventually turn into a sakura tree." He took out a small vase with a branch stick out of it and placed it in front of Syla. "Here. If you don't like it you can throw it away, I don't mind."
"I won't, not after you had the trouble of bringing it here. Thanks." Syla tried to smile but failed completely, starting to whimper.
Keering confronted with such a situation didn't know what to say nor what to do, hesitated a bit before stepping forward and hugged her.
"There was that incident which was made worldwide, about the nuclear test of Kilchu. My father.... and he commented that it may have not been nuclear at all, and the governors are trying to make it sound so, as to... and threat Aacreim with it. Then,... and he was charged for leaking national security information. ... death sentence."
Keering didn't hear everything Syla said, but he heard enough to understand what happened. He wiped her tears and tried to comfort her.
"It's hard to accept I know. Meanwhile, I'll stay by your side if you don't mind."
Syla remained silent for a while. Then, she did the unthinkable around a year ago. She clinged on Keering and huged him tightly.
"It's not the death of my father that is unacceptable. I guess, it was quite expected. I'm just afraid that the public security may want me dead as well. I just don't want to die just yet."
"Syla, it's fine. I'll do my best to protect you."
Syla seemed to calm a bit.
"What did you come here for?" she asked.
"What are you talking about? Of course I came to see you, because you didn't reply to me."
"Oh, is that so? What cases are you solving?" Syla seemed to be returning to her normal self bit by bit.
"Nothing worth mentioning." Keering seemed to care more about Syla's condition than his work.
"Then help me this." Syla pulled out a sheet of paper on which was written lots of technical information about the virus HiNi. "This is something I came across before my father was executed." She said 'executed' with so much ease that surprised Keering.
"But it happened a month and a half ago!"
"True. No one said my father was executed 3 months ago. As a matter of fact, it was 34 days ago."
"Then why did you not respond to my letter?"
"My father was being suspected, what would you do if you were me? Boast around that your father is being held suspect?"
"Sorry. So do you think this HiNi is a criminal move?"
"I don't think so. It's hard to use and control biological weapons. But if that was the case..."
"There is a high probability of skilled terrorism going around developed countries." Keering completed Syla's thoughts.
"It started in Coemix and is now all around the world. Is there any country that has not a single case?"
"No, I don't believe there is." Keering was searching his memory for answers. "How rival countries that have not many cases?"
"Maybe. I don't know. You know, I feel there is something else to it. I'm just not getting it."
"Should I take a look at the archives at the public security office to see if there's anything that might help?"
"Never mind it. I'm kinda sick of this."
"Shall we go for a trip? Maybe you should relax a bit more."
Syla agreed. And so, their hourney to Miene began.
It was a sunny day. Syla was happy and so was Keering. They were riding dragon ships.
"Beautiful. The view from here is awesome."
Keering saw for the first time Syla's true smile. Not fake, not mean, not on purpose. He was amazed how he could feel such heavenly happiness just by watching her smile.
"Is Miene a nice country?" Syla put up such an innocent face that made Keering want to kiss her. But he quickly shook off that idea.
"I don't know myself. I've never been there."
Syla wanted to ask something else when the ship rocked a bit. Then, when she could stand steady, the ship rocked again. As if trying to knock the passengers off, the ship began to rise and fall constantly and it even did a round turn.
"Are you alright? Anywhere hurt?" keering asked when he got hold of Syla's arm.
"I'm fine." Syla said, but she was trembling so much that Keering pushed her into his arms.
"Keering?" Syla's voice was tiny.
"It'll be fine." Keering garanteed even though he was rather scared himself.
Right after Keering finished speaking, the ship was torn apart and the dragons supporting the ship flew away. Luckily for Syla, but not for Keering, Syla landed on top of Keering.
"Awwww... It hurt."
As Syla didn't answer, Keering looked at her. Her eyes were tightly closed and her arms were tangled in a self hug.
"Syla, it's fine now. Could you stand please? You are sitting on me."
Syla stood up abruptly. Watching her trembling with fear, Keering hugged her again.
"See? Even tough it was rather dangerous, you managed to live out. Isn't that good?"
"Maybe." Syla sounded even more doubtful than the word 'maybe'.
"It's not maybe. There have been a lot of aircraft crashes. The one from Acerfrn disappeared without any trace."
Syla seemed like she was stroke by something.
"Wait, wait. wait. You said Acefrn?"
"Yeah. You didn't know? It's strange. It was made head news."
"What would happen if there was someone trying to be a God's envoy?"
"What do you mean?"
"I've just remembered the incident about Acefrn's aircraft. Wasn't it from Miene to Acefrn?"
"Not really, but it was something really similar. Why?"
"Look, the aircrafts that crashed all had something to do with Miene and partner countries. And we have this crucial problem called virus, right?"
"I'm following your thoughts, but I don't know what conclusion can you take from that. What is Miene?"
"One of the envoys I was talking about."
"Do you mean there are more?"
"One more. I think. Acefrn."
"Both Miene and Acefrn?"
"You see, Acefrn is a developed country and it has the means to develop defenses against the virus, even if in this case it's not being as quick as ... and .... But, when it turns into a pandemic, people in jails have less means to survive."
"So, they are envoys of justice."
"True. And about Miene. Not knowing that there was a culprit behind the scenes, is forcing aircrafts to crash, because it is the main way which the virus is being spread."
"I see. They are crushing all the ships that may bring virus."
"So Miene is the envoy of God to select people."
"But keep this as story, only between us."
"Fine. It's for your safety after all. Let's have this trip and your story as a memento for your father."
"Hmm!" Syla smiled happily.

23 August 2009

Turning back

When I was on my way to Pudong airport at Shanghai, I realized something that I'll never forget.
In the night, the lights of Shanghai make it look beautiful. True, it cause lots of polution but it looks truely amazing. The bus drives on... Tall buildings and rivers, rivers of cars flow. Somehow, something came to my mind. The me that was leaving China for the first time also went by the same streets, same crosses, but how come I don't recognize any of them?
The thing I realizd then was that in China, specially Shanghai, nothing remains unchanged for long. You can't call yourself a Shanghaise if you are away too long, and that too long may only be half a year! I return to this city almost every year, yet I have so many things to see every time. When I returned to China ans went by this road which name I don't know, it was in good state, but when I was about to leave China about a month later, the same extension of about a kilometer was completely torn open. But, I'm confident that 2 months later, it will be in a perfect state.
Shanghai city is now like a unfinished building. Flaws everywhere, lots of reconstruction occuring everywhere. However, one thing is sure, they'll all be done before Expo2010. I believe chinese are famous for being due on schedule or maybe ahead of it.
Somehow, Shanghai city is overwhelming and when I was about to leave and look behind the time I spent there, for the first time since I left China when I was younger, I felt like staying in China for a living. Things sure change... Faster than I thought.

16 July 2009

Crash

One more aircraft down. Has it already broken the record? Was it what? One month? 3 airplanes crashed and at least one did an emergency landing.
And I'm going to ride a plane next week. Ah............ I'm getting scared.
It's the first time I'm hesitating about going somewhere by plane, but since the ticket has already been bought, I guess I have to go. It's hard to make up my mind. Let's not be too negative. It's going to be fine.
Let's wait for good news next week. 2 trips by plane, if one doesn't fall the other one may do so. If I'm lucky enough, and aircraft repairing staff does their work well enough, I may survive and post again next week.

26 April 2009

Para onde caminhamos?

Certo dia ao almoço, a expressão 'gripe suína' foi mencionada. O que daí veio, pouco se podia prever.

O que acontece quando se apanha grípe suína? A pergunta paira no ar, enquanto que o almoço, que no caso era entrecosto, ia sendo comido. Bom... teoricamente, uma gripe é uma gripe, ou seja, o vírus possivelmente tem uma taxa de mutabilidade elevada. Então, não vale a pena ter uma vacina, a não ser que seja actualizada todos os anos , por exemplo. E.....

Isto leva-nos ao teste de Biologia 12ºano onde vinha a pergunta sobre a possibilidade da existência de uma vacina para a SIDA (AIDS). O que nos leva a como a SIDA é transmitida. O que erradamente lembrou alguém de mosquitos. E mosquitos leva a malária. (As voltas que uma conversa pode dar.)

Alguém referiu o facto do governo chinês ter fornecido a técnica de um certo tratamento para a malária a países africanos. O que pôs um certo alguém a pensar nas investigações a decorrer nos vários países desenvolvidos do mundo.

E tudo isto seria uma introdução? Para quê? Para chegar a ideologias de que ninguém quer saber? Que seja.

O objectivo inicial da investigação científico-tecnológico seria o de aumentar o conhecimento e consequentemente pôr esse conhecimento ao serviço do Homem (que algum dia se passará a escrever sem o H inicial). E se vires bem agora, tenho quase a certeza que a maioria dos medicamentos e tratamentos não estão ao serviço daqueles que precisam. Qual a utilidade de ter uma patente para um dado medicamento se isso não ajudar as pessoas a sobreviver? Pergunto-me se os investigadores nunca se sente frustrados com a inutilidade daquilo que fazem e produzem. Sim, porque apesar de um punhado de gentinha puder usar alguns medicamentos avançados para curar doenças altamente prejudiciais, entretanto milhares de pessoas podem estar morrer. O que nos leva ao capitalismo.

É certo que o capitalismo é a solução certa para o mundo. É por isso que temos capitalismo por todo o lado. Mas, o capitalismo não deixa de ter muitos, muitos, mesmo muitos problemas. O que nos faz querer virar um pouco para o comunismo ou socialismo? Ou não. Não, definitivamente.

A questão é: Um sistema problemático capaz de sustentar o mundo (ou pelo menos grande parte dela) ou um sistema ideal incapaz de se alcançar enquanto o Homem for Homem?

É certo que podemos pôr o socialismo em prática, o que leva a... sabe-se lá o quê a que chamaria catolicamente de apocalipse. É certo que o capitalismo sustenta todos os países desenvolvidos, e muitos em desenvolvimento, mas, mesmo dentro do capitalismo, as pessoas apelam à caridade. Isto não será uma manifestação do desejo de comunismo? Mas para isso, é preciso que todos trabalhem de boa vontade e cumpram com responsabilidade a sua parte, o que não vai acontecer, não até o Homem deixar de ser Homem. É a natureza do Homem. (pelo menos de muitos homens e mulheres.)

No meio de todo um mundo caótico, para onde caminhamos?

11 April 2009

the most certain thing in life

I wake up in the middle of the night, what do I feel? Loneliness and a deep darkness that surrounds me and take my breath away. I can't breathe. It's the so called "THE END", which is the most certain thing in one's life.
I look arround, and, even though I can't see anyone, I know they are somewhere out there. Do they fear not death?
Cowardice. That is what it is called, often, fear of death. But there's nothing I can do. I do panic over even the idea of death. Believing in God or Gods does not help... It's only running away.
I feel more calm now, but still, the idea blocks my mind. Is there really no escape?
For everything that has a beginning there should be an end.
No one ever returned from death to tell what it's like.
I try to imagine the future, but my mind goes blank and I can only see a dark night. A night darker than black that keeps me from moving. It's hard to tell, but, I don't think one will have anyone alongside in this kind of night.
The breath of life is so easily swept away.
What is left?
Cold bodies.
Thinking all night long is a bad exercise, for which I had only one conclusion, ever. There is no meaning in life.
Maybe the meaning of life is having no meaning. If everything goes back to the same, does it even worth having the work to try?
I do panic over the emptiness of life.
I do panic over the end of everything I treasure.
Yet... It doesn't keep me from moving foward... always.
There is no way I'd stop.
There is no time.

Jessica? Let's make a promise. Don't waste time panicking anymore.

1 April 2009

Era uma vez... uma verdade mal contada

Era uma vez, num universo em guerra, uma velha contava histórias aos seus netos.
- Meus meninos, já nada disto é novo para mim. - dizia ela sempre que ia começar a contar uma nova história.
Os meninos, muito atentos, ouviam-na em silêncio e faziam as perguntas esperando pela sua vez.
Era uma vez, uma história que ela contou, uma história que os meninos ouviram, uma história que ficou na História, uma história que continua.
«Há muitos anos, viviam num palácio no Norte, um príncipe e a sua prometida. A princesa tinha uma amiga inseparável a quem ela contava tudo. Um dia, porém, a princesa foi raptada por um príncipe do Sul. O príncipe do Norte não parecia muito incomodado pela falta da princesa, pensando que ela tinha saído numa das suas excursões de caridade. Por outro lado, dia após dia, o príncipe do Sul ia murmurando palavras doces ao ouvido da amiga da princesa, e ela ia fazendo tudo o que lhe era pedido. A amiga foi ficando cada vez mais presa na rede de mentiras que o príncipe do Sul tecia, afastando-se cada vez mais da realidade, não notando a falta da princesa. Todos os dias passavam como se nada tivesse acontecido.»
- Como é que ninguém notou que a princesa foi raptada? - os meninos, muito impacientes, ficaram curiosos.
- O príncipe do Sul, era muito subtil em tudo o que fazia, por isso, era muito difícil distinguir o que estava diferente e o que não estava. - respondeu a velha.
«Certa vez, a confidente da princesa acordou e não encontrou nem a princesa nem o príncipe de quem ouvia as palavras doces, sentiu como se tivesse perdido algo de precioso. Saiu de rompante do palácio e encontrou um pequeno gancho partido que pertencera à princesa na porta das traseiras. Finalmente, a confidente apercebeu-se de que algo de mal acontecera à princesa. Quando ela comunicou o acontecimento ao príncipe, este ficou confuso, pois não entendia como ninguém se tinha apercebido do sucedido. Olhando à sua volta, como se acordasse de um longo sonho, reparou como já nada permanecia igual.
Assim que o príncipe do Norte soube do rapto da princesa, decidiu comandar o seu exército e marchar ao encontro do culpado. No entanto, por mais que tentasse não o conseguia identificar. O tempo passou sem que ninguém desse conta. Quando foram encontrados pistas de que o príncipe do Sul era o culpado, a confidente da princesa não podia acreditar que um príncipe tão gentil e atencioso pudesse ser o vilão. Tempo era aquilo de que não dispunham, mas mesmo assim, a amiga da princesa levou algum até aceitar os factos. Canalizou todo o seu esforço para encontrar o príncipe do Sul e a princesa na tentativa de libertar a sua fúria. Apesar de tudo, era difícil localizar o príncipe do Sul. Enquanto o príncipe se concentrava a encontrar o esconderijo do príncipe do Sul e da princesa raptada, pormenores passavam-lhe ao lado. Um certo príncipe do Ocidente aproveitou a distracção do príncipe do Norte para seduzir a confidente da princesa, que na sua frustração contra o príncipe do Sul não tinha reparado que estava a cometer o mesmo erro.
Um dia, o príncipe do Norte anunciou a descoberta do paradeiro do príncipe do Sul. Para fazer justiça, foi-lhe proposto a realização de um duelo para determinar aquele que iria ficar com a princesa. O príncipe do Norte, frontal como era aceitou de bom grado. A confidente da princesa ficou muito contente e apressou-se a contar o sucedido ao príncipe do Ocidente. Cauteloso como era, o príncipe do Ocidente revelou que iria retirar-se para o seu reino durante algum tempo, evitando conflitos.
Na manhã em que se seguiu, a confidente da princesa alimentou o seu sentimento de ódio e frustração contra o príncipe do Sul fechando-se no seu quarto imaginando-se a conversar com a princesa novamente, como nos velhos tempos. Quando a hora do duelo chegou, a rapariga saiu do seu quarto com um passo decidido, determinada a humilhar o príncipe do Sul, quando este perdesse o duelo.
O duelo durou pouco tempo. A amiga da princesa, que sempre assumira que o príncipe do Norte iria ganhar, sofreu um desgosto enorme, pois o príncipe não só fora derrotado com facilidade, como ainda fora humilhado e afugentado para fora do seu próprio território. À saída da arena, o príncipe do Sul deparou-se com a rapariga que tentara seduzir para manter o rapto da princesa em segredo. A confidente da princesa sentiu a sua a raiva e revolta a vir à superfície. O príncipe do Sul deve ter sentido o mesmo pois apressou-se a tentar acalmá-la com as suas palavras.
- Querida, não posso consentir que me tenhas como inimigo. – disse docemente.
- Porque não? Raptaste a minha melhor amiga! – queixou-se a donzela.
- Sejamos razoáveis. Eu não a raptei, ela é que quis vir comigo a todo o custo. Doce, se ela é a tua melhor amiga, devias saber melhor que ninguém que ela queria livrar-se daquele senhor orgulhos e convencido.
Tentando encaixar todas as acções da princesa na teoria do seu príncipe, levada pela subtileza das mentiras do príncipe do Sul, a donzela voltou a ficar presa da rede. Mais tarde, a princesa e a sua confidente foram reunidas. A suposta vítima do rapto ficou agradavelmente surpreendida.
- Estou tão feliz por te ver! - disse a princesa, apertando a sua amiga num abraço.
- Fico contente por te encontrar sã e salva. - respondeu a amiga entre lágrimas e risos.
As duas donzelas, presas na rede do príncipe do Sul sem se darem conta, viviam os seus dias numa falsa felicidade. A princesa mantinha o seu sorriso porque não queria que a sua amiga pensasse que não estava feliz por a ver, e a sua amiga, por sua vez, mostrava-se sempre sorridente tentando não estragar a aparente alegria da princesa. Apesar de falsa, a felicidade também não durou muito. O príncipe do Ocidente, com inveja do príncipe do Sul por ter as duas donzelas mais belas do universo, entrou sorrateiramente no palácio do príncipe do Sul e levou consigo aquela que lhe pareceu mais manipulável, a confidente da princesa.»
- Então, os príncipes do Sul e do Ocidente são maus? - perguntaram os meninos na sua santa inocência.
- Meus meninos, e o que é ser mau? - respondeu a velha, pacientemente. - Paremos por hoje. Já estou cansada.
A velha parou de contar naquele dia. O que não estava previsto era que a velha nunca mais pôde continuar a contar a história aos meninos que esperavam ansiosamente para ouvir o final. A velha fora presa por difamação de membros do estado.
Pergunto-me qual era o final da história que a velha tinha para contar. Pergunto-me se o final era igual ao final da história que a velha ama sempre me contava.
«Com o desaparecimento da sua amiga, a princesa encontrou em si uma grande vontade de fugir ao controlo do príncipe do Sul. A fuga era extremamente difícil, no entanto, a princesa não desistiu nunca e após numerosas tentativas, finalmente conseguiu livrar-se das teias do príncipe do Sul. Apesar da fuga ter tido sucesso, havia mais um problema: era ainda mais difícil fugir às garras do príncipe do Ocidente.
Com este evento, começou uma guerra sem fim entre os príncipes do Ocidente e do Sul para competir pela posse das donzelas. Por vezes, ambas estavam no palácio do príncipe do Sul ou do Ocidente, outras vezes estava uma em cada palácio.
- Nós não somos troféus para se conquistar. - suspirou a princesa.
- Vamos conseguir sair daqui. - garantiu a amiga.
Por mera sorte, a princesa conseguiu libertar-se dos príncipes em guerra, enquanto estes se concentravam na disputa pela sua amiga. Perdida, numa terra deserta, encontrou o seu prometido, o príncipe do Norte que tinha sido escorraçado para fora do seu próprio reino. Juntos, juraram ajudar a libertar a amiga, presa nas intrigas dos outros dois príncipes.
Sabendo do reencontro entre a princesa e o príncipe do Norte, adivinhando ao mesmo tempo o que estaria para vir, os príncipes do Ocidente e do Sul deixaram de lado as suas intrigas e uniram-se para evitar que a amiga da princesa fosse salva, bem como capturar de novo a princesa.
Por inúmeras vezes a princesa foi capturada, e o príncipe do Norte subjugado, mas, conseguiram sempre ultrapassar as dificuldades. Poucas foram as vezes que conseguiram recuperar a confidente da princesa. Dessa poucas vezes, em todas, a rapariga voltou a ser encarcerada. Apesar de tudo, o príncipe do Norte e a sua prometida nunca desistiram. A esperança era a última a morrer.
Por longos anos, a guerra continuou. Por outros longos anos irá continuar.»
Foi este o final da história que a ama me contou.
Perguntei-me sobre o que não era de novo na história. Finalmente, vi que apenas a forma de contar era diferente, dissimulada.
Todas as personagens têm nome, nomes conhecidos de toda a gente.
O príncipe do Norte seria o Bem, a princesa sua prometida, a Verdade. A melhor amiga, seria a Justiça. Os príncipes do Sul e do Ocidente seriam, respectivamente, o Poder e o Ouro.
Um dia, no longínquo futuro, haverá esperança de uma velha ama contar a mesma história com um final mais feliz?
Onde há luz, há sombra…

30 March 2009

A Wind of Spring

C.JS tem o orgulho de apresentar o blog 'A Wind of Spring':



A Wind of Spring
apresenta
NYARNATT-CRÓNICAS DA REVELAÇÃO
a partir de Abril, novos capítulos no início de cada mês.

14 February 2009

Twilight



Sitting by the window
looking at the sky
What can I see?
A star shines upon me. a cloud rounds the star and the sky looks unsually beautiful
I wonder what is this feeling of easiness and peace
Yet another day has ended....
and I am again the same
Sitting by the window
looking at the sky
thinking about nothing
What can I do?
The wind cools me down, the cold makes me shiver and the sky looks darker now
I wonder what is this feeling of nostalgia and sadness
Yet another night comes.....
and I am still the same
Sitting by the window
looking at the sky
thinking about nothing
dreaming of a sky from the distant future

Passion

Passion...........or........
Love.
What a beautiful word. Difficult to define, like every emotion and feeling, but the most hard to define from them all.
It's scientifically proved that people in love would only care about the one they love. That is, they have less probability of looking to other person of the opposite gender no matter how wonderful they are.

Walking down a street in a small town, looking around myself, I begin to wonder....... Love, must be a good feeling. I have just finished reading "The Unlikely Romance of Kate Kill Bjorkman", by Louise Plummer. It was definetely highly unlikely to happen, but who knows. It's not like Love is a logical thing. But the memory of that book left a good feeling.
In this happy afternoon, the sun lit everything, even my soul. This sun is a wonder in the winter, it's a true gift.
I wonder if love is also a gift.
Wondering does not help, how about treasuring every moment? be it bad or good.

2 February 2009

Birthday...

Ah.......Another has gone flying. I'm getting old......do not want that.....

There was a time that I heard saying that the childhood is the Golden age. Thinking back, I think most people say that. I don't know why, but I think it's not true. People may say that children have no worries, so they are happy. I say different. Maybe newborns don't think, but children do think and have their worries.

I can still remember worries of my past self. I wrote them down so I'd never forget about what's being a child. Children only worry about petty things, I remember someone saying that. True. But..........only to those who are outsiders. I'd rather be satisfied if I had also heard a child denying that someone saying that adults'd worry over things even more meaningless. But I'm straying from what I wanted.


February 2nd was my birthday.
I was pretty happy. It's not like many people remembered but at least some remebered.
At night, when my mother returned with my birthday cake. It was a nice small wallnut chocolate cake. When tasting it, I thought to myself that cakes were a nice tradtion.
Then, I wondered who would be the person that began with the idea of having birthday cake. I know it is done since Ancient Roman times, but who would be the genius?
It really was a great idea. Though I do not live in the Ancient Roman times, I want to congratulate the person who demanded the first birthday cake.
"Thank you and Congratulations", if any of descendants of this very person are around here.

And so......I entered the age when I've heard people call the Rain season, leaving the Flower season behind.

2 January 2009

HAPPY NEW YEAR

Yet another year has come.
The last year has already gone. It's since I last thought about what I should do for my future. I wonder what I really have done this year. It seems like I haven't done anything worth mention. Maybe I should just get a bit more serious. Sometimes, life is not that easy.
For the next year, I want to write more, to draw more and better. I want to be stronger and I'll work hard for all that. Let me pray...

River flows, tell me that I should forget the past year and step foward for a new begin. It says life. That said. I shall begin to think about the next time Syla comes to stage. And also when will I introduce Jennya and Elfin, or should it be Jessica?