Hevenu Shalom Aleinu...Ma Ana Ajmal Min Salam..., Songs for Peace: Leah Shabat, Shlomo Gronich, Zehavah Ben, Eli Luzon, Sahmir Shukri, Nivine Jaabri, Elias Julianos, Lubna Salame, músicos
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terça-feira, janeiro 27, 2015
quarta-feira, maio 07, 2014
O desertor
Le déserteur, Boris Paul Vian, polímata, 50º aniversário do fim da batalha de Dien Bien Phu
domingo, julho 18, 2010
quinta-feira, fevereiro 18, 2010
Princípio e Fundamento
O homem é criado para louvar, prestar reverência e servir a Deus nosso Senhor e, mediante isto, salvar a sua alma; e as outras coisas sobre a face da terra são criadas para o homem, para que o ajudem a conseguir o fim para que é criado.
Donde se segue que o homem tanto há-de usar delas quanto o ajudam para o seu fim, e tanto deve deixar-se delas, quanto disso o impedem.
Pelo que, é necessário fazer-nos indiferentes a todas as coisas criadas, em tudo o que é concedido à liberdade do nosso livre arbítrio, e não lhe está proibido; de tal maneira que, da nossa parte, não queiramos mais saúde que doença, riqueza que pobreza, honra que desonra, vida longa que vida curta, e consequentemente em tudo o mais; mas somente desejemos e escolhamos o que mais nos conduz para o fim para que somos criados.Princípio e Fundamento (EE 23), Exercícios Espirituais de Santo Inácio, Inácio de Loiola (Íñigo López de Loyola), Santo
Etiquetas:
beleza,
Espiritualidade,
Fé,
Felicidade,
Paz,
Vida
domingo, outubro 25, 2009
Antes a vinha que a guerra
sexta-feira, outubro 23, 2009
Absurda guerra
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldiers knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldiers knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
The Charge of the Light Brigade, Alfred Lord Tennyson, poeta
quinta-feira, outubro 15, 2009
quarta-feira, maio 13, 2009
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