Ad Astra

Very Hollywooded and still, I loved it:

Roy McBride: I'm steady, calm. I slept well, no bad dreams. I am active and engaged. I'm aware of my surroundings and those in my immediate sphere. I'm attentive. I am focused on the essentials, to the exclusion of all else. I'm unsure of the future but I'm not concerned. I will rely on those closest to me, and I will share their burdens, as they share mine. I will live and love.

"And disciplinary remains mercifully

Yes and um, I'm with you Derek, this star nonsense

Yes, yes

Now which is it?

I am sure of it

So, so you think you can tell

Heaven from hell?

Blue skies from pain?

Can you tell a green field

From a cold steel rail?

A smile from a veil?

Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade

Your heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?

Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?

Did you exchange

A walk-on part in the war

For a leading role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here

We're just two lost souls

Swimming in a fish bowl

Year after year

Running over the same old ground

What have we found?

The same old fears

Wish you were here"

Wish You Were Here

Canção de Pink Floyd

como o mar e o meu coração .

Hamsterrad

O que tão severamente nos faz abominar a direita, tira-nos silenciosamente a humanidade da mesma e deixa-nos num buraco sem saída, chamado voltar de costas.
A direita e a esquerda, mesmo sem serem extremas, negam o diálogo e aí, nesta guerra aluada, vivemos.
A Nossa sensação de superioridade e, paralelamente, desprezo para com o outro lado, foi a base que possibilitou terrores tais como a escravatura.

Estaremos Nós, em 2020, mais perto uns dos outros do que ateus e crentes durante milénios estiveram  d a  l u z?

Estar mais positivo do que nunca, numa alura em que o mundo implode, é uma demanda!

For me
To(o) be happy 
Settling to strive for the unknown
Satisfied with the narrowness now

Boxing clouds of unique clones
Never touching my ramble - postpone 
And as the floor becomes mournful
Thaw the sky by rocketing the best stone

"Fear no more the heat o’ the sun,
Nor the furious winter’s rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Fear no more the frown o’ the great;
Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke;
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The scepter, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning flash,
Nor the all-dreaded thunder stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan:
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.

No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renownèd be thy grave!"

não há nada que possa Querer
qual firme, a cara colheita.
tão cá danada de coça abater
mal ir-me, na safra perfeita.

Tudo continua.
O fim nu - cume da lua
Sentado no penhasco daquela rua 
Casa de troncos secos e pinha crua.

*Luta