sou daqueles que gosta de 'publicar' coisas apenas quando as fontes estão devidamente confirmadas. abro aqui uma excepção, porque me parece que, neste caso, a fonte não é de todo o mais importante.

um muito querido amigo, enviou-me hoje o textinho abaixo, que resolvo aqui partilhar convosco.

o senhor que assina é, dizem-me, cómico / humorista. e, detalhe igualmente não despiciendo, escreveu-o aquando da morte da sua mulher.

bom fim-de-semana para todos.


the paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but
shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.
we spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less.
we have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less
time.
we have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment,
more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

we drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read
too little, watch tv too much, and pray too seldom.
we have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
we talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

we've learned how to make a living, but not a life.
we've added years to life not life to years.
we've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the
street to meet a new neighbor.
we conquered outer space but not inner space.
we've done larger things, but not better things.

we've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
we've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.
we write more, but learn less.
we plan more, but accomplish less.
we've learned to rush, but not to wait.
we build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies
than ever, but we communicate less and less.

whese are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small
character, steep profits and shallow relationships.
whese are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but
broken homes.
whese are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one
night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer,
to quiet, to kill.
it is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the
stockroom.
a time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you
can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.

remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going
to be around forever.
remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because
that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the
only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
remember, to say, "i love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but
most of all mean it. a kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes
from deep inside of you.
remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will
not be there again.

give time to love, give time to speak,! and give time to share the
precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments
that take our breath away.

if you don't send this to at least 8 people....
who cares?


george carlin


tem aquele travo delico-doce?
porventura é excessivamente emocional? - que horror..
um fiozinho de azeite?
filosofia de pacotilha, com um toque new age?

ou então

é como um golpe de navalha: primeiro, um frio rápido cortante; depois, uma dor aguda, intensa, interior; depois..

o que quiserem.

e essa é uma grande vantagem: afinal, depois, é o que quiserem. mas com uma ligeira nuance: o depois é AGORA.