Time was my playground

When i was a kid, on my way to school, i always pictured myself walking through a deep forest. The buildings weren't actually buildings... They were high oak trees, where the wind whistled through their complex branches, almost like calling my name in a very unique sound. 

It took me like 15 to 20 minutes to get into school, but for me, the time would actually stop. I wasn't there. A body perhaps, knowing it's way like in an automatic control... but the "ME" wasn't there. It was in that forest. 

I liked to play alone. It wouldn't bother me. I wasn't a lonely child, i just appreciated the solitude of the day. Actually i was always in company of imaginary friends. Yes... i had a bunch of those. They would grab my hand and lead me to that deep forest. I wasn't afraid. I was at home. We would talk and talk, and it seamed to me we talked for hours. In reality it only took that 15/20 minutes... but time for me didn't had the same dimension that it has now in my day-life... time wasn't real. I wasn't slave of it. I would play with Time like it was a playground. 

- Me

How easy one can be forgotten

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hill-for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

- Maya Angelou 

O Caos do Sonho

Estou deitado no sonho não
perturbes o caos que me constrói
Afasta a tua mão

das pálpebras molhadas
Debaixo delas passa
a água das imagens

- Gastão Cruz, in "Órgão de Luzes"

Alice's Dream

"I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!"

- in "Alice in Wonderland"

The Mists of Avalon

"There is no such thing as a true tale. Truth has many faces and the truth is like to the old road to Avalon; it depends on your own will, and your own thoughts, whither the road will take you."

- Marion Zimmer Bradley in The Mists of Avalon

'For all the Gods are one god,' she said to me then, as she had said many times before, and as I have said to my own novices many times, and as every priestess who comes after me will say again, 'and all the Goddesses are one Goddess, and their is only one Initiator. And to every man his own truth, and the God within.' 

But this is my truth, I who am Morgaine tell you these things, 

Morgaine who was in later days called Morgan le Fay."

- Marion Zimmer Bradley in The Mists of Avalon

Diamond Day

Just another diamond day
Just a blade of grass
Just another bale of hay
And the horses pass.

Just another field to plough
Just a grain of wheat
Just a sack of seed to sow
And the children eat.

Just another life to live
Just a word to say
Just another love to give
And a diamond day

- Vashti Bunyan
 

Fear

"How does one kill fear, I wonder?

How do you shoot a spectre through the heart, 

slash off its spectral head, take it by the spectral throat?"

- Joseph Conrad

Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.

"Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfas?"
 

-Lewis Carroll

"While the laughter of joy is in full harmony with our deeper life, the laughter of amusement should be kept apart from it. The danger is too great of thus learning to look at solemn things in a spirit of mockery, and to seek in them opportunities for exercising wit."

 

- Lewis Carroll

Which path i should take?

"Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?" - said Alice
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to." - said the Cat
"I don't much care where –"
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go."
 

- Lewis Carroll (Alice in Wonderland)

Essence

"The energy of the mind is the essence of life.

The whole is more than the sum of its parts."

- Aristotle

 

"It is not in giving life but in risking life that man is raised above the animal; 

that is why superiority has been accorded in humanity

not to the sex that brings forth but to that which kills."

- Simone de Beauvoir

Chaos

"One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star." 

- Friedrich Nietzsche

Pandora's Box

"Hope, which whispered from Pandora's box after all the other plagues and sorrows had escaped, is the best and last of all things. Without it, there is only time. And time pushes at our backs like a centrifuge, forcing outward and away, until it nudges us into oblivion. It's a law of motion, a fact of physics, no different from the stages of white dwarfs and red giants. Like all things in the universe, we are destined from birth to diverge. Time is simply the yardstick of our separation. If we are particles in a sea of distance, exploded from an original whole, then there is a science to our solitude. We are lonely in proportion to our years."

- Ian Caldwell (The Rule of Four)

Women

"As a woman I have no country. As a woman my country is the whole world. 

Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses 

possessing the power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size."
 

-Virginia Woolf

Alice's Dream

'But I don't want to go among mad people,' said Alice.

'Oh, you can't help that,' said the cat. 'We're all mad here.'

- Lewis Carroll  

Dreamscape

“Trust in dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.”

- Kahlil Gibran

The Book of Disquiet

"My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while. […]. I'm two, and both keep their distance — Siamese twins that aren't attached." 

— Fernando Pessoa (The Book of Disquiet)

In a World of my Own

“...Ever since I was a child, I have had the tendency to create a fictitious world around me, to surround myself with friends and acquaintances who never existed. ( I don’t know, of course, if they didn’t really exist or if it is me who doesn’t exist. On such matters, as in all others, one shouldn’t be dogmatic.) Ever since I became aware of the thing that I call self, I can remember with mental precision, the figures, the movements, the character and the history of several fictitious people who were, to me, as visible and mine as those things which we, perhaps abusively, call real life. This tendency, which exists since I realized that I was a self, has always been with me, modifying slightly the kind of music it uses to bewitch me but never altering its manner of bewitching.”

- Fernando Pessoa 

"We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection. We write, like Proust, to render all of it eternal, and to persuade ourselves that it is eternal. We write to be able to transcend our life, to reach beyond it. We write to teach ourselves to speak with others, to record the journey into the labyrinth. We write to expand our world when we feel strangled, or constricted, or lonely. We write as the birds sing, as the primitives dance their rituals. If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it. When I don't write, I feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in a prison. I feel I lose my fire and my color. It should be a necessity, as the sea needs to heave, and I call it breathing" 

- Anaïs Nin