tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12396384444560883942024-03-21T10:13:58.652-03:00Casa de Livro Blog - resenhas de livros atuais, best sellers e clássicos da Literatura...Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.comBlogger762125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239638444456088394.post-51150601138978003292023-08-14T12:07:00.005-03:002023-08-14T12:11:44.091-03:00 Cosa nostra no Brasil - por Leandro Demori<p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Se nos dias de hoje a máfia italiana não parece contar com o mesmo tipo de poder que a tornou lendária em filmes e livros, durante praticamente todo o século XX essa entidade misteriosa comandou um império do crime. Um dos principais nomes da ascensão da máfia moderna foi também um dos homens que a derrubou. Tommaso Buscetta foi o delator mais infame da Cosa Nostra.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpoFe3BlXWrU608k699ase2_PnATPyufsRkJ2505cYVVhdHNX4d2I_hu8a-Be4LAxiTbWRrZt9l2jiREHR2tdW6i9iYM6-666xFo-KjQv_24ofWI7Ib07CKRC5BcqLCPoK1NL1MRiYBBmPVjgkMKyf8XYE0uIlz4N0NNh_wH4j5rR0zGLm0Dl-6p5JG4M/s500/B01MRLZBYD.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="334" data-original-width="500" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpoFe3BlXWrU608k699ase2_PnATPyufsRkJ2505cYVVhdHNX4d2I_hu8a-Be4LAxiTbWRrZt9l2jiREHR2tdW6i9iYM6-666xFo-KjQv_24ofWI7Ib07CKRC5BcqLCPoK1NL1MRiYBBmPVjgkMKyf8XYE0uIlz4N0NNh_wH4j5rR0zGLm0Dl-6p5JG4M/w418-h280/B01MRLZBYD.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" width="418" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><p>condenando centenas de mafiosos à prisão. Preso duas vezes no Brasil e torturado pela ditadura militar, ele foi também um dos responsáveis por incluir o Brasil na rota internacional do crime. Nesta reportagem explosiva de Leandro Demori, narrada em ritmo de thriller, documentos até agora inéditos revelam um dos capítulos mais tenebrosos da máfia e da história recente do Brasil.<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com.br/Cosa-nostra-Brasil-Leandro-Demori/dp/8535928278" target="_blank">Disponível para compra na Amazon:</a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com.br/Cosa-nostra-Brasil-Leandro-Demori/dp/8535928278" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="512" height="117" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOf173B--6WY0X3KEvcR43KqXsCx-CqT6K15T-qGG5UQMfR0RXneNx80CZ2q_5VRX9RSPrRbyXHIib2eS5VAS5Fv2iXcyfGPxo9IcarOam2pmOsYUml0EL5Rnu8Uai9XP4gAguqCFagsdlETC3kWOQ2WMYof_MHza0Sfa01IcLwCQ4nQIaixjT0rjnZfY/w117-h117/pngwing.com.png" width="117" /></a> </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><p></p></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4BBOIamo8j2OKN0Mp8h6L7QLVjAMOWW3XAeYbxI5SMykM7pYQrzB0V2JHxKeS0zCx1c0irjUXF3p7XM-lU19gRBylLhww82w98NrrdzG-0fTbs3trfgpecDteJ4_ShCYdmyGVs511rbvBR8kmcyOkPukLIiT761sebbWw0H4EXidXkE15LqKtp6-2Ius/s1000/1251_dsc09134.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="667" height="421" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4BBOIamo8j2OKN0Mp8h6L7QLVjAMOWW3XAeYbxI5SMykM7pYQrzB0V2JHxKeS0zCx1c0irjUXF3p7XM-lU19gRBylLhww82w98NrrdzG-0fTbs3trfgpecDteJ4_ShCYdmyGVs511rbvBR8kmcyOkPukLIiT761sebbWw0H4EXidXkE15LqKtp6-2Ius/w280-h421/1251_dsc09134.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><p><b>Detalhes do produto</b></p></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Título: Cosa nostra no Brasil</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Autor: Leandro Demori</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Editora : Companhia das Letras; 1ª edição (11 novembro 2016)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Idioma : Português</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Capa comum : 288 páginas</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Ranking dos mais vendidos: Nº 41,815 em Livros na Amazon</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Nº 100 em Livros de Literatura Europeia na Amazon</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Quem é Leandro Demori:</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">• Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/leandro.demori</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">• Tik Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@demori</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">• Twitter: https://twitter.com/demori</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">• Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/leandrodemori</span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Leandro Demori</b> é um jornalista e escritor brasileiro especializado em jornalismo investigativo com ênfase em sistemas mafiosos. Foi editor-executivo do site The Intercept Brasil de 2017 a 2022.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Em junho de 2019, liderou a cobertura do caso que ficou conhecido como Vaza Jato, vazamento de conversas travadas no aplicativo Telegram entre o ex-juiz Sérgio Moro e o promotor Deltan Dallagnol, além de outros integrantes da força-tarefa da Operação Lava Jato.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">É autor do livro Cosa Nostra no Brasil, a história do mafioso que derrubou um império, que conta a vida do mafioso italiano Tommaso Buscetta<b>.</b></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizbSMNrGYD7rRm8WqD1MOmFJzuc3ePRBY3S-jeRuVsfNV85nxvXWwCoAS2XlS28NmayOqQtJMfCAkC2O5tTY0THHBcOTLanJw7AsXDZJYskFur0tYbNrx5sQB0Wr0Og9t0z6QhNcgH2khALoK1kBXW7LLxtfGdo7j9ouQvGy4G3AfVfRqlRz_ePCLfdX8/s640/1232_dsc09136%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="640" height="273" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizbSMNrGYD7rRm8WqD1MOmFJzuc3ePRBY3S-jeRuVsfNV85nxvXWwCoAS2XlS28NmayOqQtJMfCAkC2O5tTY0THHBcOTLanJw7AsXDZJYskFur0tYbNrx5sQB0Wr0Og9t0z6QhNcgH2khALoK1kBXW7LLxtfGdo7j9ouQvGy4G3AfVfRqlRz_ePCLfdX8/w408-h273/1232_dsc09136%20(1).jpg" width="408" /></a></div><p></p>Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239638444456088394.post-33582840773050214432023-08-11T06:19:00.001-03:002023-08-11T06:19:47.247-03:00 Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea: by Jules Verne <p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b>Adventures in the Deep</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">The plot begins when a French professor named Pierre Aronnax, along with his servant Conseil and a Canadian harpooner named Ned Land, embark on an expedition aboard a ship named Abraham Lincoln. The expedition's mission is to hunt down a supposed sea monster that is attacking ships in various parts of the world.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifxSYLSU_DyfUU5VTVcXVv0ltOtSuug67j9qFwtoPOi3rdldfPNid3iPieUuiLCrVrD3Bm9QQqwgboYym2eNESS1_UMjhUNwAtcP5g01wvtzsEfvEefO-avUvsP9k9gFAS7Y9oJRNH9v256yBGPpxdCmwWlFqONeFJLdWNnGU884xNU3xjntAUSbXzGtQ/s500/B0BH86HM8S.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="313" height="433" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifxSYLSU_DyfUU5VTVcXVv0ltOtSuug67j9qFwtoPOi3rdldfPNid3iPieUuiLCrVrD3Bm9QQqwgboYym2eNESS1_UMjhUNwAtcP5g01wvtzsEfvEefO-avUvsP9k9gFAS7Y9oJRNH9v256yBGPpxdCmwWlFqONeFJLdWNnGU884xNU3xjntAUSbXzGtQ/w271-h433/B0BH86HM8S.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" width="271" /></span></a></div><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">During the monster hunt, the Abraham Lincoln is attacked and sunk. Aronnax, Conseil and Ned Land are rescued by the mysterious Captain Nemo, who unveils his innovative underwater vessel, the Nautilus. The group then embarks on an incredible underwater journey around the world.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Along the twenty thousand leagues (equivalent to about 80,000 kilometers) covered under water, Aronnax and his companions witness wonders of nature, such as coral reefs, exotic marine species and submerged volcanoes. They also face dangers such as storms, aggressive sea creatures and even an attack by a giant octopus.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">However, the story goes beyond the underwater adventures. The book addresses themes such as the unknown, scientific advancement, loneliness, the conflict between nature and technology, morality and the quest for freedom. Captain Nemo is portrayed as a complex character, who rebelled against human society and seeks revenge against the oppression he suffered.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea is considered one of the great classics of science fiction literature and one of Jules Verne's best known works. He captivated readers with his vivid imagination, detailed descriptions, and futuristic vision, which anticipated many technological innovations of the 20th century.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">What is the Monster from 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">In the book Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, the “monster” that initially motivates the expedition of Professor Pierre Aronnax and his companions is, in fact, a mysterious creature that is attacking ships around the world. The initial description of the monster is vague and causes fear in people.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">However, when Aronnax and his companions are rescued by Captain Nemo and board the Nautilus, they discover that the supposed monster is actually a highly advanced and technologically innovative submarine built by Captain Nemo himself.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">The confusion regarding the "monster" is due to the appearance of the Nautilus and the aggressive tactics used by Captain Nemo to scare away the ships. The vessel's peculiar shape, with its fish-shaped hull, could easily be mistaken for an unknown sea creature.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">So there really isn't a traditional "monster" in the sense of a fantastical or supernatural creature in the book. The idea of the monster serves as a starting point for the story, leading the characters to embark on an underwater adventure and explore the depths of the ocean aboard the Nautilus.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea invites us to reflect on profound questions related to exploration, ethics, solitude and freedom, while taking us on an exciting journey through the mysteries of the undersea world.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Review by Sidney Matias</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Publisher : Puffin Books; Abridged edition (1 July 1995)<br />Language : English<br />Paperback : 288 pages<br />Reading age : 9 - 11 years old</span></div>Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239638444456088394.post-26547301532962471842023-08-06T06:29:00.001-03:002023-08-06T06:29:13.081-03:00 Adele: The Biography and 5 facts about Adele that will make you love her even more<p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">The compelling life story of the Grammy–winning soul singer Adele's soulful voice, catchy hits, and vulnerable personality have won her critical acclaim and huge popularity. She has topped the charts in 18 countries—but who is she? What is the truth of the tempestuous life that has so influenced her heartbreaking tracks? How did she overcome the challenges that threatened to derail her career? </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbB86s7BHWgwtUBBarYAkVxQl8zuuurYR3VfMvv_rXlKZ83nE_Wfz-VJ3ldiasZyQhzUOe3Wo08IKsTru-rjl8_VxcpEB_PVXZRNURH1Mz6wCjdSp2XlBZaR_70U4RLvCdeMGNVnXE2fgya_0QO-8Lij7VE45avMdN4N11ldYTIvyziU3eEz7MgradO-o/s499/adele.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="499" data-original-width="328" height="488" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbB86s7BHWgwtUBBarYAkVxQl8zuuurYR3VfMvv_rXlKZ83nE_Wfz-VJ3ldiasZyQhzUOe3Wo08IKsTru-rjl8_VxcpEB_PVXZRNURH1Mz6wCjdSp2XlBZaR_70U4RLvCdeMGNVnXE2fgya_0QO-8Lij7VE45avMdN4N11ldYTIvyziU3eEz7MgradO-o/w320-h488/adele.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">This compelling book traces her story from her childhood in London, where she began singing at the age of four. During her teenage years she wrote her own music and attended the BRIT school, alongside the likes of Leona Lewis. After posting demos on the MySpace website she earned a record deal and quickly captured hearts. Adele remains an unlikely icon. Her looks are unusual in a formulaic world of celebrity image, she suffers badly with pre-stage nerves, and she once canceled a crucial promotional trip to the U.S. because she felt too down to travel. This is a full, unflinching portrait of a genuine talent and inspiring, uncompromising woman—the curvy girl next door who conquered the world.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Product details</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">by Chas Newkey-Burden (Author)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Publisher : John Blake; Reprint edition (September 1, 2012)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Language : English</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Paperback : 288 pages</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">***</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI7OvlW5dKnXjOnhe23i-vWPVUOOFNTGpFELeFeiq5Z9cIwzIfIqVvEJemhswf8u84C7hrSihJ0-lxpa11LfQMvf5UlMS6MtcTcbWvRdzhiZOiKXGp70DvjG8FenOIwzpNnOrcHyNQh2ALXrKZh2l-AMCJ6yfAjneo43UQ3ay8TTvr9ealDVFsnY_UHD4/s1201/adele-performs-on-stage-as-american-express-present-bst-news-photo-1687440185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1201" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI7OvlW5dKnXjOnhe23i-vWPVUOOFNTGpFELeFeiq5Z9cIwzIfIqVvEJemhswf8u84C7hrSihJ0-lxpa11LfQMvf5UlMS6MtcTcbWvRdzhiZOiKXGp70DvjG8FenOIwzpNnOrcHyNQh2ALXrKZh2l-AMCJ6yfAjneo43UQ3ay8TTvr9ealDVFsnY_UHD4/s320/adele-performs-on-stage-as-american-express-present-bst-news-photo-1687440185.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b>5 facts about Adele that will make you love her even more</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">1. When Adele performed on the American comedy show "Saturday Night Live" in 2008, she thought that conservative politician Sarah Palin was comedian Tina Fey (who imitated Palin on the show), and called her Tina.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">2. Once, while recording a video, Adele was driving a golf cart when she saw P Diddy and almost ran over the rapper in her eagerness to meet him.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">3. Adele was once banned from Twitter by her agent after drunkenly tweeting numerous times. At the time, your tweets had to be approved by two other people before being posted.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">4. Adele is passionate about dance, but says: “I don't have rhythm”. The singer claims that if someone wants to make her dance, just give her a bottle of vodka and play some reggae music.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">5. And finally, Adele started to dedicate her performance of the song “Make You Feel My Love” to Amy Winehouse in all her live shows after the singer's death, in 2011. Adele always asks the audience to turn on the lights of the cell phones, to turn the show into a starry sky that Amy can see.</span></p><p>See Ya, Casa de Livro Blog.</p>Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239638444456088394.post-28706720295211736502023-08-01T07:13:00.000-03:002023-08-01T07:13:45.116-03:00 World Cup Women: Megan, Alex, and the Team USA Soccer Champs <p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">This is the illustrated story of 23 soccer players who worked together to become World Cup champions and heroes to millions of men, women, boys, and girls across America and around the world.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN10GZIKrBIRBlankYqycr49jZHqCSTuHJg1TC-8bEGhmBfLFz7p9YjpdLrg7X2iC4eyAC50nlUdtMCVsrubsxWL3cQy_nueay_Q1j7QlH80TEEH9dLhj-TUwgWB1XNu1rmuOiubql7mE6ntncqPXQ2wut8WFXI_aFWgXb6-w3VFhp7ulf94Ywb_V24Lk/s500/B07WM13JZ6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="409" data-original-width="500" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN10GZIKrBIRBlankYqycr49jZHqCSTuHJg1TC-8bEGhmBfLFz7p9YjpdLrg7X2iC4eyAC50nlUdtMCVsrubsxWL3cQy_nueay_Q1j7QlH80TEEH9dLhj-TUwgWB1XNu1rmuOiubql7mE6ntncqPXQ2wut8WFXI_aFWgXb6-w3VFhp7ulf94Ywb_V24Lk/s320/B07WM13JZ6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">In July 2019, a record number of people all around the world tuned in to watch the Women's World Cup, which took place in France. Fifty-two games, twenty-four teams, four weeks . . . one winner.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Megan Rapinoe had waited for this day since she attended a World Cup game as a teenager, and Alex Morgan had set her sights on a World Cup victory of her own as she watched Mia Hamm, Brandi Chastain, and Team USA win in 1999. Years of hard work, determination, and practice put Megan, Alex, and their teammates in the perfect position, and they took full advantage.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Rose Lavelle, Tobin Heath, Alyssa Naeher, Crystal Dunn, Ali Krieger, Julie Ertz, Carli Lloyd, and the rest of the US Women's National Team returned home from France with the title, the trophy, and their nation's pride, becoming the first team in history to win four Women's World Cup titles! New York City threw a parade in their honor, and fans lined the streets, clapping and cheering and chanting their names. These women were on top of the world--they'd come so far. They'd achieved their dreams!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">World Cup Women highlights Team USA's tournament experience and provides a glimpse into what shot them to the top . . . and what may keep them there a little longer.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Available for purchase on Amazon!</i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">English Edition by Nikkolas Smith (Illustrator), Meg Walters (Author)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Product Details</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Publisher : Sky Pony (19 November 2019)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Language : English</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Hardcover : 32 pages</span></p>Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239638444456088394.post-76171063876625494602023-07-31T08:56:00.000-03:002023-07-31T08:56:43.056-03:00 Dark Mission: The Secret History of NASA<p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Surveys the history of the National Aeronautics and Space Administration, describing the major space craft and missions launched.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6mYx9sFEnyxgRA3XX8q1fwZmZl8HqujReVxthfdFVZSeazxKgaGMVDBbi7vGteNnReZ_iF0MYjy6M2xLvRuxEouZA6vyRUpjAUyC1CKO0gYR7VENxPLrAv_0coh2U59JtbnUgBKZ_wMiPmr5rys4n38q0r_hfSuJ8X5feIyjOVv1iF2dVJavmOCgOYkA/s1000/71AmYPvIqfL._AC_UF1000,1000_QL80_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="396" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6mYx9sFEnyxgRA3XX8q1fwZmZl8HqujReVxthfdFVZSeazxKgaGMVDBbi7vGteNnReZ_iF0MYjy6M2xLvRuxEouZA6vyRUpjAUyC1CKO0gYR7VENxPLrAv_0coh2U59JtbnUgBKZ_wMiPmr5rys4n38q0r_hfSuJ8X5feIyjOVv1iF2dVJavmOCgOYkA/w245-h426/71AmYPvIqfL._AC_UF1000,1000_QL80_.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><p>For most Americans, the word NASA suggests a squeaky-clean image of technological infallibility.</p><p><br /></p></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Yet the truth is that NASA was born in a lie, and has concealed the truths about its occult origins. Dark Mission documents this seemingly wild assertion.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Why is the Bush administration intent on returning to the moon as quickly as possible? What are the reasons for the current “space race” with China, Russia, and India? Remarkable images reproduced within this book provided to author Richard C. Hoagland by disaffected NASA employees provide clues why, including information about suppressed lunar discoveries.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif2k82AxPt_CoIG-zcP6rDbOkYggHoMxxAYgfOCbr0HzAg5ahfNhjiLmu5h8GZEZRt2UgH_cJV_b4zD58aUACQn7ZgLw8-NmUIRH8y6inBsjz1mn7btyGsWWgDtXJTGq_1ck95H_icHyPwCpjnkTC2nCqXVqWPwR1rEySzrSfJje1cVcw5bVZnXxGeWaU/s630/ezgif.com-resize-1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="319" data-original-width="630" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif2k82AxPt_CoIG-zcP6rDbOkYggHoMxxAYgfOCbr0HzAg5ahfNhjiLmu5h8GZEZRt2UgH_cJV_b4zD58aUACQn7ZgLw8-NmUIRH8y6inBsjz1mn7btyGsWWgDtXJTGq_1ck95H_icHyPwCpjnkTC2nCqXVqWPwR1rEySzrSfJje1cVcw5bVZnXxGeWaU/w475-h241/ezgif.com-resize-1.gif" width="475" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><p>Mystical organizations quietly dominate NASA, carrying out their own secret agendas behind the scenes. This is the story of men at the very fringes of rational thought and conventional wisdom, operating at the highest levels of our country. Their policies are far more aligned with ancient religions and secret mystery schools than the facade of rational science NASA has successfully promoted to the world for almost fifty years.</p></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Dark Mission is proof of the secret history of the National Aeronautics and Space Administration and the astonishing, seminal discoveries it has repeatedly suppressed for decades.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Richard C. Hoagland is the former science advisor to CBS News, author of The Monuments of Mars, and a frequent guest on the popular radio programs Coast To Coast and The Art Bell Show.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Mike Bara is a consulting engineer for Boeing aircraft. This is his first book</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2zKHm4ABRIQjY4E-zYTOJHVy6A4wvbtQN9Q1q9BpmnmuDqbBWaYAd-oG9XxI9yBHwv-8N7jm8EdxxcRddSl6gsjb_2MlQxFuE_ZNiA5corIDA3-0v-1tjyheMQImUr8GLsfBwFqYaROZzTHMmngXl7vhlAGT0xg_raMJyQOzqFpK0KR1z8fj1zaKnPHA/s2560/81fJUz7jh2L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1671" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2zKHm4ABRIQjY4E-zYTOJHVy6A4wvbtQN9Q1q9BpmnmuDqbBWaYAd-oG9XxI9yBHwv-8N7jm8EdxxcRddSl6gsjb_2MlQxFuE_ZNiA5corIDA3-0v-1tjyheMQImUr8GLsfBwFqYaROZzTHMmngXl7vhlAGT0xg_raMJyQOzqFpK0KR1z8fj1zaKnPHA/w295-h452/81fJUz7jh2L.jpg" width="295" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><p>Product details</p></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">by Richard C. Hoagland (Author), Mike Bara (Author)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Publisher : Feral House; 1st edition (October 16, 2007)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Language : English</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Paperback : 550 pages</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi04n51ztqPQtmyyItoOIQV_6z1_gd1qfcgIVqxRhDSc-ydhcamHGIn8d7oDfx0U_P9kgK8PWG1i7ea5uRIUhLq-THiKFOveE30USPD7i_yTyK_HXNlL8M1hNuT2oBvj4GFJ0C0Gz0WP22g4V5ubRk-f7Rei_yn9M7NckcXt87--LpNM3KWJz4ponagXSw/s800/192231bf53340e080a57ffa04ec2f2c9.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi04n51ztqPQtmyyItoOIQV_6z1_gd1qfcgIVqxRhDSc-ydhcamHGIn8d7oDfx0U_P9kgK8PWG1i7ea5uRIUhLq-THiKFOveE30USPD7i_yTyK_HXNlL8M1hNuT2oBvj4GFJ0C0Gz0WP22g4V5ubRk-f7Rei_yn9M7NckcXt87--LpNM3KWJz4ponagXSw/s320/192231bf53340e080a57ffa04ec2f2c9.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p>Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239638444456088394.post-61970276111790533482023-07-25T06:05:00.007-03:002023-07-25T06:07:09.263-03:00 On episteme and theories of knowledge - by Plato<p><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Introduction</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Episteme has Greek origin; means knowledge. In the course of history, different ways of explaining how knowledge was given or constructed in human everyday life emerged. In our work, whose proposal is an overview of the theory of knowledge exposed in the dialogue between Socrates and Theaetetus, written by Plato, we will primarily consider Platonism and empiricism, two diametrically opposed epistemological forms. Nevertheless, we will proceed with a brief analysis of the philosophies present in that text.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcPXvUZKzBQ4geyxQ9qpfwRrAV6LvLEWh_kpZK5Cl3sbYi2v6rE3B7v6SjxfHohE6uxLMU3Kt9010iQQFnEdkEb1ilL7DB-tpZdVQaGj0bkrmGf7e096TznIDX0xB8G2VtaWeeXflWMMlThJ3kRy8M39JopVN4k6IKus3Wzx91oNtmRTh5RP8YoULMoXk/s860/Plato-and-Athena.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="430" data-original-width="860" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcPXvUZKzBQ4geyxQ9qpfwRrAV6LvLEWh_kpZK5Cl3sbYi2v6rE3B7v6SjxfHohE6uxLMU3Kt9010iQQFnEdkEb1ilL7DB-tpZdVQaGj0bkrmGf7e096TznIDX0xB8G2VtaWeeXflWMMlThJ3kRy8M39JopVN4k6IKus3Wzx91oNtmRTh5RP8YoULMoXk/w563-h282/Plato-and-Athena.jpg" width="563" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier;"><p><b><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: large;">knowledge theories</span></b></p></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Knowledge, for the Greek philosopher, is contemplation; it is theory, not intended to change the nature or reality of anything. However, we noticed that, in the text we studied, there are three definitions of knowledge that are worked on in the dialogue between Socrates and the young Theaetetus. In the conversation, Socrates uses the technique of irony by reduction to absurdity to convince Theaetetus that only one of the three proposed theories is true. He uses the argument contrary to what he defends to prove it weak and unsustainable. During the conversation, Socrates passes himself off as a person who accepts Theaetetus' arguments; however, in the course of the dialogue, he begins to show the weaknesses of the young man's propositions, even placing them as absurd. With this method, Socrates inaugurates “negative knowledge”, that is, knowledge based on what it is not, as we will approach in our work.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDZlfQdbeLKA8MH2p2uEL2V3T9n2axgJYW1Ywl8clTspqn0cp78_XSM44cjfC3VKHLcVXJ2jkeKnHFBjwCNh2qsJyNnMcKBCBL4IHH40aI7relzzjAVd9bK51cTRpF-2A5j9hD5u8R3o1c9do5x59wi_aNwXv3InFJqiopavuM-pYB79ufjo-LqWKQkgI/s850/Theory-of-knowledge-of-Plato.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="532" data-original-width="850" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDZlfQdbeLKA8MH2p2uEL2V3T9n2axgJYW1Ywl8clTspqn0cp78_XSM44cjfC3VKHLcVXJ2jkeKnHFBjwCNh2qsJyNnMcKBCBL4IHH40aI7relzzjAVd9bK51cTRpF-2A5j9hD5u8R3o1c9do5x59wi_aNwXv3InFJqiopavuM-pYB79ufjo-LqWKQkgI/s320/Theory-of-knowledge-of-Plato.png" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p><span style="color: white; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: black;">The three definitions of knowledge are:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Knowledge is sensation: in this definition, we clearly see that knowledge is based on experience, as it is the human senses that provide information in the foreground. Socrates argues that people's senses are different and therefore subjective. Furthermore, people's perceptions can change with age and time, making this knowledge unreliable. Furthermore, the wind that hits people, in any weather, anyway, can be cold for some of them and hot for others, a conclusion that does not contribute to a universal knowledge about what wind is. In this way, the subjectivity defended by Protagoras and the mobilization defended by Heraclitus are denied by Plato, as we will better exemplify later on.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Knowledge is the decomposition of the object for analysis: this is, without a doubt, the main defense proposition of empiricism, because, for a better analysis of each structure, each scientist, from each area of knowledge, decomposes the object until looking for its particular. In this particular would reside the idea of what knowledge is. This is another definition contested by Plato, who seeks exactly the opposite: a universal, immutable and eternal knowledge.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Justified true belief: in this third definition of knowledge, defended by Plato, the idea is worked that knowledge must be accepted within the society where it exists. Beliefs are beliefs held by groups of people because they are based on values, customs, and habits of those groups. We then infer that knowledge, to be true, within this conception, must be believed in the light of some criterion that is accepted by all. In this way, yes, according to Plato, one can build knowledge capable of transcending the particular and time, capable, finally, of reaching the intelligible.</span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: black;">Proposal by Plato and his competitors</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Knowledge in Plato is linked to the conception that the real world is the world of ideas, in which sensible experiences have no real importance because they are subjective. The ideal (universal) is in fact, in Plato, the real. In this real, knowledge would be valid for all entities. On the contrary, the empiricist sees the universal as a non-existent thing; flatus vocals. Their belief is based solely on the existence of particulars. For example: while Plato would point to the universal concept of a table, worrying about the general characteristics belonging to all tables, that is, tables with three legs, with four, with two, made of wood, glass or plastic..., empiricists would be specifically concerned with the particularities of each one of them. There is not, for those concerned with particulars (the empiricists and the nominalists), a common table concept. They are concerned with the characteristics that make each entity different – the tables with three legs, with four, with two, in wood, glass or plastic...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Plato's goal is the soul, as he believes that the world the body is in is a theater of leftovers. While we look at things and deceive ourselves, we can close our eyes and turn to ourselves, to the soul – where, for Plato, reality is. He points out that it is necessary to abandon, therefore, the sensitive, the experience. In Platonic philosophy, the soul is knowledge, as it is based on universal aspects, while the body would be the doxa (i) (what they talk about...).</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">For Plato, reason leads to knowledge of the intelligible. This statement demonstrates, above all, the need for man to be equipped to deal with his own wonders, wonders. Otherwise, the will never be able to leave the world of the sensible. In the painting, we perceive the intelligible as a point to be reached by the philosopher. Thus, reason would be in control, as emotions only concern what is lowest in man, farthest from the reflection and knowledge of the soul. We then realize that knowledge, for Plato, is knowledge of the soul; it is contemplation itself that denies experience.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Plato was an outspoken critic of empiricism. In Theaetetus, he frames Protagoras as an empiricist, as he states that “Man is the measure of all things” (Homo Mesura).</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">THEAETETUS - (...) It seems to me, then, that whoever knows something feels what he knows. So what seems to me at this point is that knowledge is nothing more than sensation.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Socrates – (...) Perhaps your definition of knowledge has some value; it is the definition of Protagoras; in other words, he said the same thing. He claimed that man is the measure of all things, of the existence of those that exist and those that do not (Plato, 1973, p. 32).</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">There is a big problem, as Socrates comments, in this proposition: do we speak of man as an individual or of man as a species? If we admit the first hypothesis, we fall into subjectivism, in which there is no universally valid truth. As a species, we would neglect the existence of everything else. Still, relativism, which is also present in this issue, would call into question the qualities present in statements and propositions. This relativism that we commented on can be divided into three forms: the cognitive, which concerns perception; the ethical, which points out what is correct in each social formation; and the cultural, in which an object changes importance according to custom (custom is king).</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Plato cannot accept these propositions, since his search concerns, mainly, the search for a universal truth, present in all beings; therefore not subjective, not relative to something else. This universal is immutable, it cannot be in transformation or in movement, which makes Plato oppose subjectivism, relativism and mobilization, the latter considered a plague by him in Hellas: “‘If something is at a certain moment, it ceased to be so at another moment”. With that statement, Panta-Rei, who has an identity now, will not have it a few seconds later. With mobilization, everything is in an eternal flux, process, in progress towards something, in an eternal becoming, in an eternal movement. As these transformations are impossible in the world of ideas, as they cause transformations, different representations of the same event, doxa (i), different sensations, Platonic philosophy becomes impossible.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">From the translation of things, from the movement and from the mixture of one thing with other things, everything that we say exists is formed, without using the correct expression, because strictly speaking nothing is or exists, everything becomes. On this, with the exception of Parmenides, all the sages, in chronological order, agree: Protagoras, Heraclitus and Empedocles, and, among poets, the highest points of the two genres of poetry: Epicarmus in comedy and Homer in tragedy. When he refers – to the father of all eternal gods, the Ocean, and to the mother, Tethys, he implies that all things originate from flux and movement (Plato, 1973, p. 33-34).</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">In subjectivism, the truth is present in each individual. Socrates, by claiming that he knows nothing, uses a fallibilist stance to refute arguments based on empathy, subjectivism and becoming. It points out that we cannot be absolutely sure of anything. Irony, a demonstrative method used to dismantle the arguments of those who presume to know, bringing up belief without reason and lack of foundation, appears in this excerpt from the conversation between Socrates and Theaetetus.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Socrates – So, tell me, once more, if you accept that nothing exists and that everything is in a perpetual becoming: the good, the beautiful and everything else that we have just listed (Plato, 1973, p. 42).</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Socratic irony aims to overthrow baseless beliefs, as we have already pointed out. He builds his knowledge through the elimination of errors, that is, in a negative episteme that seeks to learn by eliminating errors. Thus, each and every theory is fallibilist, that is, it is neither eternal nor fixed, and may fall at any moment.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Furthermore, there are forms of knowledge that are more valid, legitimate and of better effect than others, even if we are not absolutely sure of them, even if the method to approach it is based on not knowing, on what we know it is not. He speaks of the universal, of the common to all. As we pointed out, the prepared philosopher must use reality with the perspective of facing pure, eternal forms.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Conclusion</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">We can compare the Platonic proposal of knowledge through the world of ideas with the philosophical proposal of episteme, in which the philosopher would dedicate himself to a vision of the truth of the whole. In this way, declarative, imperative, prescriptive, interrogative, exclamatory propositions, among others, created by philosophers would lead to the various isms created to explain the world in which we live. These are the philosophical schools, characterized by being all closed systems of ideas that aim to explain the world, such as existentialism, Marxism, Aristotelianism... and Platonism itself.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">On the other hand, the connection between empiricism and modern sciences is also clear, in which experience is the last word in the construction of truths. Although all knowledge moves towards explanatory unification, science branches out into several areas of activity, pointing to different answers to the same questions.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">It should be noted here that the definition of knowledge as articulated true belief or justified true belief is the most accepted, both by philosophers and by scientists today.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">References</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">HESSEN, J. Theory of knowledge. Coimbra: Successor, 1973.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">PLATO. Dialogues, volume IX – Theaetetus – Cratylus. Belém: Federal University of Pará, 1973. Amazon Collection.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">OLIVA, Alberto. Theory of Knowledge I classes, in the 1st period of 2007. Rio de Janeiro: UFRJ/IFCS, 2007.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">***</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Casa de Livro</span></p>Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239638444456088394.post-52250272837967024092023-07-19T11:10:00.008-03:002023-07-19T11:10:48.285-03:00The Epic of Gilgamesh: The Oldest Book in the World<p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">What if we told you that the oldest book in the world is around 4,000 years old? Of course you would say, well, stop your delusions the book is a late 15th century invention, just under six hundred years old. It's true, but come with me and I'll explain better.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The Epic of Gilgamesh (São Paulo: Autêntica, 2017) is a work whose origin is estimated to be 4,000 years old, since it was written around 2,000 years BC. The “document” that resulted in the book we know today has been buried since the fire, in 612 BC, that devastated the Library of Nineveh. This city, in the region of Ancient Mesopotamia, is located, today, near the city of Mosul, in Iraq.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">In 1849, British archaeologists found the ruins of this ancient library and with it 30,000 tablets with cuneiform writing from which more than 1,200 different writings are found, among them the Epic of Gilgamesh.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZh0ppinFVwxYtQcP6T9CkHo0PvFRSJzk3ek61JmcmE7mvIO4DTqlR4W5kqq4vdRHskuA3YWUzqTv6CTWiooJAbU7zQ0wNUFEVNrkQ5QtVuYmxVGEhdzlL5XW4UrubyWsx_CEopdj66tbop2E2H9yYMA-FnqFpxm_loYkcpCnOud9Yw6JaAeuR4K5RJlY/s993/livro%20mais%20antigo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="993" data-original-width="768" height="421" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZh0ppinFVwxYtQcP6T9CkHo0PvFRSJzk3ek61JmcmE7mvIO4DTqlR4W5kqq4vdRHskuA3YWUzqTv6CTWiooJAbU7zQ0wNUFEVNrkQ5QtVuYmxVGEhdzlL5XW4UrubyWsx_CEopdj66tbop2E2H9yYMA-FnqFpxm_loYkcpCnOud9Yw6JaAeuR4K5RJlY/w325-h421/livro%20mais%20antigo.jpg" width="325" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Tablet V from the Epic of Gilgamesh from the Babylonian period, between 2003 and 1595 BC.</i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">An interesting fact is that this narrative contains texts similar to those that would later appear in the Bible, dating from the 8th century BC. This is the case of the flood and a subject archetypically similar to Adam, described in what is called the Pentateuch of the Christian Old Testament or the Jewish Torah.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The great Hellenic works of Homer – Iliad and Odyssey – of the 8th and 9th centuries BC. also feature passages similar to the adventures of Gilgamesh. It is undoubtedly a very important book for antiquity.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">What does the story of Gilgameshi tell?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">There is a doubt that lasts until the present day, if Gilgamesh was just a literary character or if he actually existed? Just in case, Gilgamesh was one of the kings of the Uruk dynasty, whose reign would have taken place around 2659 BC.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">In addition, he was one of the best known predecessors of the Sumerian kings, being venerated as a hero and not infrequently seen as a deity. The work begins, precisely, with an exaltation of Gigalmesh, emphasizing its virtues.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Invincible and self-centered, yet a capable king, Gilgamesh's subjects beseech the goddess Aruru to create a being equal to their monarch so that he will be able to challenge him. With a little clay (and perhaps the bible's similarity with this text is no coincidence) Aruru creates Enkidu, who starts to live in the forest.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">At a certain point, Gilgamesh, upon learning of Enkidu's existence, asks a courtesan – and not just any courtesan, but the most irresistible in the kingdom – to go to the forest, seduce him and take him to the city. Right on the first date, both measure strength, fight bravely and, after recognizing the strength of the other, end up becoming friends.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">After living in the city for a while, Enkidu and Gilgamesh decide to go on adventures when they find themselves with the need to face Humbada, a feared giant. Later, on their return to the palace, Gilgamseh's lack of correspondence with the love of the goddess Isthar causes her to send the celestial Bull, which is defeated by the duo. Furious, Isthar then curses and Enkidu falls ill with a fatal illness.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Later, Gilgamesh alone seeks out Utnapishtim, an old man who survived the great flood recounted in the work. He wants to know what the secret of immortality is and he sets out, then, in search of the answer to this great question. The outcome of the story has to do with this search and adventure carried out by Gilgamesh, who at the end returns to his kingdom.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Of course, the story is much more complex than this brief summary, presented full of jumps, but with care to offer the minimum of spoilers. It is a fascinating story that has impressively survived the time</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtwNyIje2JXa865TSGQ1LeY_hmaUB3is3iMUW9QsvUVDTDwUNcFl86XrHU7rnxxVUWVHY4nB5UPPkfUr5KcDLN2IaXrtz5F6gOwiW0NcsTsA6j6nAhDYECurZwTQvv57z_rpYJ4x1dX8sTyYkaafgfL9Wau2TJd1JHf3rEsxYC26S7fNURSZSmNknuNiI/s1024/gilgamesh_Palacio-de-Sargao-II-em-Khorsabad-713-706-AC.-439x1024-1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="418" height="598" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtwNyIje2JXa865TSGQ1LeY_hmaUB3is3iMUW9QsvUVDTDwUNcFl86XrHU7rnxxVUWVHY4nB5UPPkfUr5KcDLN2IaXrtz5F6gOwiW0NcsTsA6j6nAhDYECurZwTQvv57z_rpYJ4x1dX8sTyYkaafgfL9Wau2TJd1JHf3rEsxYC26S7fNURSZSmNknuNiI/w245-h598/gilgamesh_Palacio-de-Sargao-II-em-Khorsabad-713-706-AC.-439x1024-1.png" width="245" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i>Gilgamesh – Palacio de Sargao II </i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i>em Khorsabad. Escultura de 713-706-AC6 a.</i></b></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><div><br /></div><div>Casa de Livro Blog</div></span><p></p>Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239638444456088394.post-84046743246635566042023-07-15T12:05:00.000-03:002023-07-15T12:05:00.564-03:0021 OF THE "35 SONNETS" BY FERNANDO PESSOA - English and Portuguese<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">In the bilingual text presented below, each of the other 21 sonnets now published bears an indication of who wrote it.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">translated: 16 translations belong to José Sena, 4 are by Casais Monteiro and mine, 1 is by José Blanc from Portugal.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">***</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuBDoxNttm6lu-m-Tnu8eOHtK9ImY-sHFId5PkC-9HYpE5L8TSeGyNOlwpiahPHNDaXPuiWTSetObMWUnBqCltw8I0wndMY09T3IyD2fafCmoxAe0ThJj44uvc7uP5qwpmCFtzMQrL-Le9W_7wdqZBNT2Bjx-53w8BC6_USR4BTHQb7PV5EAMxkHKbB_U/s394/Fernando-Pessoa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="394" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuBDoxNttm6lu-m-Tnu8eOHtK9ImY-sHFId5PkC-9HYpE5L8TSeGyNOlwpiahPHNDaXPuiWTSetObMWUnBqCltw8I0wndMY09T3IyD2fafCmoxAe0ThJj44uvc7uP5qwpmCFtzMQrL-Le9W_7wdqZBNT2Bjx-53w8BC6_USR4BTHQb7PV5EAMxkHKbB_U/s320/Fernando-Pessoa.jpg" width="244" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Wheter we write or speak or do but look</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">We are ever unapparent. What we are</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Cannot be transfused into word or book.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Our soul from us is infinitely far .</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">However much we give our thoughts the wil l</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">To ber our soul ana gesture it abroad,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Our hearts are incommunicable still.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I n what we show ourselves we are ignored.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Unto our very selves we are abridged</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">When we would utter to our thought our being.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And each to each other dreams of others' dreams,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">IV</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I could not think of thee as pieced rot,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Yet such thou wert, for thou hadst been long dead;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Yet thou liv'ast entire in my seeing thought</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And what thou wer t in me had never fled.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Nay, I had fixed the moments of thy beauty</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Thy ebbing smile, thy kiss's readiness,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And memory had taught my heart the duty</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">To know thee ever at that death!essness.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">But when I came where thou wert laid, and saw</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The natural flowers ignoring thee sans blame,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And the encroaching grass, with casual flaw,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Framing the stone to age where was thy name,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I knew not how to feel, nor what to be</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Towards thy fate's material secrecy.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Seja falar, escrever, olhar sequer,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Sempre inaparentes somos. Nosso ente</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Não pode, verbo ou livro, em si conter.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">A alma nos fica longe infindamente.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Pensamentos que dermos ou quisermos</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Ser alma nossa em gestos revelada</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Coração cerrado fica o que tivermos,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">De nós mesmos é sempre ignorada.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Abismos de alma a a'ma intransponíveis</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Por bem pensar ou manha de o parecer.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Ao mais fundo de nós irredutíveis</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Quando ao pensar o ser queremos dizer.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Sonhos de nós, as almas lueilantes,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E duns pr'a outros sonhos doutros antes.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Trad, de José Blanc de Portugal</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">IV</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Não sabia pensar-te como podridão,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E tal tu eras, pois morreste há muito;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Tanto viveste no meu idear vidente,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Que o que já fôste em mim nunca fugia.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Fixara instantes da beleza tua —</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Sorriso fluido, a prontidão do beijo,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E o grato recordar bem m e ensinara</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">A conhecer-te assim sempre imortal.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Mas, ao chegar onde t u jazes, v i</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">As flores que, sem culpa, ali te ignoram,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E a relva tão casual que intrusa ajeita</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Ao tempo a pedra onde o teu nome estava,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E que sentir não soube, nem que ser</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Ante o segredo mat'rial do fado.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Trad, de Jorge de Sena</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">VI</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">As a bad orator, badly o'er-book-skilled,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">r>oth overflow his purpose with made heat,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And, like a clock, winds with withoutneae willed</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">What should have been an inner instinct's feat;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Or as a prose-wit, harshly poet turned,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Lacking the subtler music in his measure,,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">With useless care labours but to be spurned,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Courting in alien speech the Muse's pleasure;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I study how to love or how to hate,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Estranged by consciousness from sentiment,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">With a thought feeling forced to be sedate</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Even when the feeling's nature is violent;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">As who would learn to swin without the river,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">When nearest to the trick, as far as ever.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">VII</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Thy words are torture to me, that scarce grieve thee —</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">That entire death shall null my entire thought;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And feel torture, not that I believe thee,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">B ut that I cannot disbelieve thee not.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Shall that of me that now contains the stars</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Be by the very contained etars survived?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Thus were Fate all unjust. Yet what truth bars</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">An all unjust Fate's truth from being believed?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Conjecture cannot fit to the seen world</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">A garment of its thought untorn or covering,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Or with its stuffed garb forge an otherworld</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Without itself its dead deceit discovering;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">So, all being possible, an idle thought may</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Less idle thoughts, self-known no truer, dismay.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">VI</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Como o mau orador, demais livresco,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">De calor finto inunda o seu propósito,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E, qual relógio, só desdobra em corda</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">O que ser deveria do imo instinto;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Ou como o prosador feito poeta,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Sem ter no metro a música mais fina,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Inutilmente cuida em conquistar</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Da Musa os seus favores em língua estranha;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Eu estudo como odiar e como amar,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Pela consciência alheio ao sentimento,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Com pensado sentir forçado a suave,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Quando, se natural, violento ele fôra.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Qual quem, treinando-se a nadar em seco,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Ao quase já saber, não sabe nunca.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Trad, de Jorge de Sena</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">VII</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Teus ditos me torturam, que a t i mal te doem —</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Que inteira morte anule minha inteira idéia;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E me torturo, não porque de t i não creia,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Mas porque me é impossível não descrer de ti .</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Será isso de mim que ora contêm os astros</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Pelos contidos astros, pois, sobrevivido?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Seria um Fado injusto. Mas qual a verdade</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Que impede um vero Fado injusto de ser criado?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Nenhuma conjectura o visto mundo acerta</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">De cobrir com vestidos do seu pensamento</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Ou de com estofos reforjar um outro mundo</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Sem que ao seu morto engano ela mesma descubra;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Assim, possível tudo, uma ócia idéia perde,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Cientes de não mais verás, outras que o são menos.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Trad, de Jorge de Sena</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">VIII </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">How many masks wear we, and undermasks,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Upon our countenance of soul, and when,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I f for self-sport the soul itself unmasks,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Knows it the last mask off and the face plain?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The true mask feels no inside to the mask</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">But looks out of the mask by co-masked eyes.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Whatever consciousness begins the task</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The task's accepted use to sleepness ties.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Like a child frighted by its mirrored faces,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Our souls, that children are, being thought-losing,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Foist otherness upon their seen grimaces</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And get a whole world on their forgot causing;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And, when a thought wourld unmask our soul's masking,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Itself goes not unmasked to the unmasking.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">IX</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Oh to be id'e loving idleness!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">But I am idle all in hate of me;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Ever in action's dream, in the false stress</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Of purposed action never act to be.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Like a fierce beast self-penned in a bait-lair,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">My will to act binds with excess my action,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">'Not-acting cols the thought with raged, despair,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And acting rage doth paint despair distraction.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Like someone sinking in a treacherous sand,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Each gesture to deliver sinks the more;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The struggle avails not, and to raise no hand,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Though but more slow'y useless, we've no power.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Hence live I the dead life each day doth bring,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Repurposed for next day's repurposing.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">VIII</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Ah quantas máscaras e submáscaras,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Usamos nós no rosto de alma, e quando,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Por jogo apenas, ela tira a máscara,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Sabe que a última tirou enfim?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">De máscaras não sabe a vera máscara,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E lá de dentro fita mascarada.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Que consciência seja que se afirme,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">O aceite uso de afirmar-se a ensona.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Como criança que ante o espelho teme,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">As nossas almas, crianças, distraídas,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Julgam ver outras nas caretas vistas</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E um mundo inteiro na esquecida causa;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E, quando um pensamento desmascara,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Desmascarar não vai desmascarado.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Trad, de Jorge de Sena</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">IX</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Oh ser ocioso amando a ociosidade!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Mas eu todo me odeio no meu ócio;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Sempre em sonhos de ação. ou no fingir</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Intenta ação que nunca será ato.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Como uma fera no covil se enjaula,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Querer agir, de excesso, me a ação prende,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">O não agir é desespero em raiva,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Raiva de agir perturba o desespero.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Como alguém que se afunde em treda areia,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Cada gesto de fuga mais o afunda;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Não vai' lutar, e de não estrebuchar,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Mais lento fim, não temos nós poder,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Por isso eu vivo, ao dia, a morte vida,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Sempre disposto a me dispor depois.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Trad, de Jorge de Sena</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XII</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">As the lone, frighted user of a night-road</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Suddenly turns roud, nothing to detect,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Yet on his fear's sense keepeth still the load</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Of that brink-nothing he doth but suspect;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And the cold terror moves to him more near</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Of something that from nothing casts a spell,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">That, when he moves, to fright more is not there,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Arad's only visible when invisible:</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">So I upon the world turn round in thought.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And nothing viewing do no courage take,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">But my more terror, from no seen cause got,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">To that felt corporate emptiness forsake,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And draw my sense of mystery's horror from</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Seeing no mystery's mystery alone.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XVI</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">We never joy enjoy to that full point</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Regret doth wish joy had enjoyed been.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Nor have the strength regret to disappoint</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Recaling not past joy's thought, but its mien.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Yet joy was joy when it enjoyed was</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And after-enjoyed when as joy recalled,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I t must have been joy ere its joy did pass</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And, recalled, joy still, since its being-past galled.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Alas! All this is useless, for joy's in</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Enjoying, not in thinking of enjoying.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Its mere thought-mirroring gainst itself doth sin,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">By mere reflecting solid life destroying.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Yet the more thought we take to thought to prove</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">It must not think, doth further from joy move.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XII</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Qual quem vai só, com medo, por noturna estrada</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">De súbito se volta para nada ver,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Mas no senso do medo guarda o peso ainda</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Desse nada abeirado que suspeita apenas;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E o terror frio o leva para bem mais perto</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">De algo que lá do nada lhe fascínio lança,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E que, quando el' se move, p'ra assustá-lo mais,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Não está, e apenas é visível, se invisível:</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Assim em pensamento volto-me no mundo,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E nada nele vendo não ganho coragem,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Mas meu terror maior, por a não vista causa,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">A tal corpóreo pressentido vácuo entrego,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E o senso meu do horror de haver mistério eu tiro</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">De, sozinho, não ver mistério de mistério.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Trad, de Jorge de Sena</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XVI</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Jamais o gozo goza àquele ponto extremo</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Que a saudade requer gozado fosse o gozo,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Nem ela tem poder que fruste o recordar</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Não do passado gozo a idéia, mas a imagem</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Mas por ter sido gozo quando foi gozado</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E ainda post-gozado como tal lembrado,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Gozo teve que ser antes de ser passado</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E gozo ao recordar, pois ser passado dói.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">A i ! De que vai' tudo isto, já que o gozo está</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Não em pensar o gozo mas em só gozá-lo.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Seu refletir-se em idéia contra ei' próprio peca</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Pois de só refletir destrói a vida solida.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Mas quanto mais pensamos em pensar provar</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Não se dever pensar, do gozo mais fugimos.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Trad, de Adolfo Casais Monteiro e de Jorge de Sena</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XVII </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Indefinite space, which, by co-substance night,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I n one black mystery two void mysteries blends;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The stray stars, whose innumerable light</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Repeats one mystery til l conjecture ends;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The stream of time, known by birth-bursting bubbles;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The gulf of silencie, empty even of nought;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Thought's high-walled maze, which the outed owner trouble*</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Because the string's lost and the plan forgot:</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">When I think on this and that here I stand,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The thinker of these thoughts, emptily wise,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Holding up to my thinking my thing-hand</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And looking at it with thought-alien eyes,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The prayer of my wonder looketh past</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The universal darkness lone and vast.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XIX</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Beauty and love let no one separate.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Whom exact Nature did to each other fit,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Giving to Beauty love as finishing fate</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And to Love beauty as true colour of it.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Let he but friend be who the soul finds fair,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">But te none love outside the body's thought,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">So the seen couple's togetherness shall bear</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Truth to the beauty each in the other sought.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I could but love thee out of mockery.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Of love and thee and mine own ugliness;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Therefore thy beauty I sing and wish not thee,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Thanking the Gods I long not out of place,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Lest, like a slave that for kings' robes doth longe,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Obtained, shall with mere wearing do them wrong.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XVIII</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Indefinido espaço, que, por noite afim.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Vácuos enigmas dois num negro enigma junta;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Astros dispersos, cuja inumerável luz</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Repete um enigma além das conjecturas findas;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Rio do tempo, havido em nascituras bolhas;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Abismo de silêncio, nem por nada enchido;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Labirinto de idéias de que o dono é expulso</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Porque perdido é o fio e foi esquecido o p'ano:</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Quando medito nisto e em como estou aqui,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Vazio pensador destas idéias sábias,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Erguendo ao pensamento a minha mão que é coisa,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Fitando-a com meus olhos 'de pensar alheado,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">A oração do espanto fita para lá</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Da treva universal tão solitária e vasta.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Trad, de Jorge de Sena</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XIX</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Que da beleza amor ninguém separe,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Que a exata Natureza um de outro os fêz,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Dando à Beleza amor como destino</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E a Amor beleza como vera cor.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Amigo seja o que alma julga bela,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E ninguém ame para além do corpo,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Que o visto par unido assim dará</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Verdade ao belo em cada qual buscado.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Só poderia amar-te por escárneo</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">De amor, de ti , de minha fealdade;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E sem desejo pois tua beleza</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Eu canto, em meu lugar graças aos Deuses,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Não como o escravo que por reais trajos</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Anseia, e só de usá-los os corrompe.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Trad, de Jorge de Sena</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XX</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">When in the widening circle of rebirth</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">To a new flesh my travelled soul sha'l come,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And try again the unremembered earth</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">With the old sadness for the immortal home,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Shall I revisit these same differing fields</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And cull the old new flowers with the same sense,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">That some small breath of foiled remembrance yields,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Of more age than my days in this pretence?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Shall I again regret strange faces lost</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Of which the present memory is forgot</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And but in unseen bulks of vagueness tossed</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Out of the closed sea and black night of Thought?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Were thy face one, what sweetness wi'l't not be,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Though by blind feeling, to remember thee!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XXI</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Thought was born blind, but Thought knows what is seeing.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Its careful touch, deciphering forms from shapes,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Still suggests form as aught whose proper being</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Mere finding touch with erring darkness drapes.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Tet whence, except from guessed sight, does touch teach</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">That touch is but a close and empty sense?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">How does mere touch, self-uncontented, reach</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">For some, truer sense's whole intelligence?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The thingonce touched, i f touch be now omitted,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Stands yet in memory real and outward known,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">So the untouching memory of touch is fitted</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">With sense of a sense whereby far things are shown</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">So, by touch of untouching, wrongly aright,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Touch' thought of seeing sees not things but Sight.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XX</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Quando no ampliante círculo do renascer</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">A nova carne vier minha alma viajada,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E de novo tentar a deslembrada terra</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Com a saudade antiga da pátria imortal,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Hei-de revisitar os mesmos prados vários,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Colher por novas flores as velhas com o sentido,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Que um hálito de fruste recordar detém,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">De mais idade então do que serão meus dias?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Lamentarei de novo estranhos idos rostos</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Dos quais a atual memória já está esquecida</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E só em vaguidões invisas se projeta</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Fora do mar fechado e noite do Pensar?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Fosse uma a tua face, e qual doçura fora,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Em cego sentimento embora, o recordar-te!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Trad, de Jorge de Sena</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XXI</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Pensar cego nasceu, mas sabe o que ver é.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Seu cauto toque, formas e contornos lendo,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Inda sugere a forma como algo que o ser</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">O mero tato veste em escuridade errante.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Se não da vista adivinhada, o tacto ensina</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Que o tacto apenas é fechado e vácuo senso?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Como, de si incréu, mero tocar atinge</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Da inteligência toda um mais vero sentido?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">A coisa que é tocada, ora omitida ao toque,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Na memória é que fica, real e só exterior,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Assim o intocante recordar do toque</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">fi senso de um sentido que às distantes coisas</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Mostra, tacto do intacto, tão erradi-certas,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Que o pensar-ver do tacto as não vê mais Visão.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Trad, de Jorge de Sena</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XXII</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">My soul is a stiff pageant, man by man,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Of some Egyptian ar t than Egypt older,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Found in some tomb whose rite no guess can scan,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Where all things else to coloured dust did moulder.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Whate'er its sense may mean, its age is twin</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">To that of priesthoods whose feet stood near God,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">When knowledge was so great that 'twas a sin</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And man's mere soul too man for its abode.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">But when I ask what means that pageant I</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And would look at it suddenly, I lose</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The sense I had of seeing it, nor can try</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Again to look, nor hath my memory a use</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">That seems recalling, save that it recalls</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">An emptiness of having seen those walls.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XXIII</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Even as upon a low and cloud-domed day,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">When clouds are one cloud til l the horizon,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Our thinking senses deem the sun away</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And sav "ti s sunless" and "there is no sun";</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And yet the very day they wrong truth by</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Is of the unseen sun's effluent essence,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The very words do give themselves the lie.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The very thought of absence comes from presence:</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Even so deem we through Good of what is evil.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">He speaks of light that speaks of absent light,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And absent god, becoming present devil,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Is still the absent god by essence' right.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The withdrawn cause by being withdrawn doth get</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">(Being thereby cause still) the denied effect.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XXII</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Minh'alma são figuras que perpassam hirtas,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">De alguma arte do Egito mais que Egito velha,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Achadas numa tumba de ignorado rito,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Onde em pó colorido o mais já se desfez.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Que quer me signifiquem, sua idade é gêmea</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">De padres cujos pés perto de Deus pisavam,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Quando o saber, de grande, era por si pecado</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E homem demais, ao corpo, a simples alma humana.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Mas quando inquira o que é tal figurado eu,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E o fitasse de súbito, o sentido perco</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Que tinha de o ter visto, nem já sei tentar</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Olhá-lo uma vez mais, nem a memória tem</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Um jeito como de invocar, salvo que invoca</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Um vácuo de ter visto essas paredes antes.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XXIII</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Como de um dia rente e de forrada curva,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E m que as nuvens são uma até ao horizonte,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Nosso pensante senso julga o sol perdido</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E diz que "não há sol" ou que "sem sol estamos";</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E todavia o dia que ei' falseia certo</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">15 desse inviso sol a própria efluxa essência,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Por veras, as palavras a si próprias mentem,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Da ausência a mesma idéia vem de estar presente:</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Ainda que, além do Bem, do que é só mal supomos.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Fala da luz quem fala de uma ausente luz,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E deus ausente, que demônio atual se torna,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Ê sempre o deus ausente por de essência juz.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">A retirada causa, ao sê-lo, mais consegue</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">(Sendo que é causa ainda) o denegado efeito.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Trad, de Jorge de Sena</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XXIV</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Something in me was born before the stars</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And saw the sun begin from far away.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Our yellow, local day on its wont jars,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">For it hath communed with an absolute day.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Through my Thought's night, as a worn rob's heard trail</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">That I have never seen, I drag this past</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">That saw the Possible like a dawn grow pale</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">On the lost night before it, mute and vast.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I t dates remoter than God's birth can reach,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">That had no birth but the world's coming after.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">So the world's to me as, after whispered speech,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The cause-ignored sudden echoing of laughter.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">That't has a meaning my conjecture knows.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">But that 't has meaning's all its meaning shows.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XXV</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">We are in Fate and Fate's and do but lack</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Outness from soul to know ourselves its dwelling,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And do but compel Fate aside or back</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">By Fate's own immanences in the compelling.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">We are too far in us from outward truth</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">To know how much we are not what we are,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And live but in the heat of error's youth,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Yet young enough its acting youth to ignore.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The doubleness of mind fails us, to g.ance</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">At our exterior presence amid things,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Sizing from otherness our countenance</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And seeing our puppet will's act-acting strings.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">An unknown language speaks in us, which we</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Are at the words of, fronted from reality.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XXIV</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Alguma coisa em mim nasceu antes dos astros</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E viu, lá muito ao longe, começar o sol.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Fusco, local, e nosso, o dia range no hábito,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Por já ter comungado um dia absoluto.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Pela noite mental, como de vestes cauda</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Ruge, que nunca vi, arrasto este passado</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Que viu qual primo alvor o Possível dealbar</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Sobre a noite anterior, perdida, muda e vasta.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Vêm de mais longe que o nascer de Deus alcança,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Cujo nascer é só ter vindo o mundo após.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">O mundo é pois p'ra mim como, dito um murmúrio,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Súbito ecoar dum riso de ignorada causa.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Que isto tem um sentido, a conjectura sabe,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Mas ter sentido é quanto o seu sentido mostra.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Trad, de Adolfo Casais Monteiro e Jorge de Sena</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XXV</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Do Fado e nele somos e nos falta só,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Para lar seu nos vermos, um exterior à alma,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E o Fado compelimos a desviar-se apenas</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Pela imanência del' no compelir fatal.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">De extraverdade somos demais longe em nós</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Para sabermos quanto o que somos não somos,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E vivemos no ardor da juventude do erro,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Porém jovens bastante p'ra ignorá-la atuante.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Duplicidade falta-nos, para atentarmos</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Em nosso estar lá fora no meio das coisas,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Da alteridade aparte o nosso aspeto pondo,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Vendo os cordéis mexer do titerado arbítrio.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Uma ignota linguagem fala em nós, em cujas</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Palavras inda estamos, contra o real voltados.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Trad, de Jorge de Sena</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XXVI</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The world is woven all of dream and error</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And but one sureness in our truth may lie —</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">That when we hold to aught our thinking's mirror</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">We know it not by knowing it thereby.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">For but one side of things the mirror knows,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And knows it colded from its -solidness.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">A double lie its truth is; what it shows</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">By true show's false and nowhere by true place.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Thought clouds our life's day-sense with strangeness, yet</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Never from strangeness more than that it's strange</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Doth buy our perplexed thinking, for we get</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">But the words' sense from words — knowledge, truth, change</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">We know the world is false, not what is true.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Yet we think on, knowing we ne'er shall know.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XXX</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I do not know what truth the false untruth</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Of this sad sense of the seen world may own,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Or if this flowered plant bears also a fruit</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Unto the true reality unknown.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">But as the rainbow, neither earth's nor sky's,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Stands in the dripping freshness of lulled rain.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">A hope, not real yet not fancy's, lies</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Athwart the moment of our ceasing pain.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Somehow, since pain is felt yet felt as ill ,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Hope hath a better warrant than being hoped;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Sinc'e pain is felt as aught we should not feel</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Man hath a Nature's reason for having groped,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Since Time was Time and age and grief his measures,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Towards a better shelter than Time's pleasures.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XXVI</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">O mundo é teia urdida só de sonho e de erro</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E uma certeza apenas tem nossa verdade —</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Que quando perscrutamos o mental espelho</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Nada sabemos nele por saber dali.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Das coisas de um só lado é quanto o espelho sabe,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E o sabe congelado em solidez perdida.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Dupla mentira é pois sua verdade; o que</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Seu mostrar mostra vero é falso e está nenhures.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Pensar enubla o momentâneo senso</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Co'uma estranheza, e nunca que o ser estranho mais</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">O idear perplexo obtém: tiramos das palavras,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Vero, mutável, certo, só o sentido delas.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Sabemos falso o mundo, não o que é verdade.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Mas pensamos, sabendo que jamais sabemos.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Trad, de Adolfo Casais Monteiro e de Jorge de Sena</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XXX</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Deste, do visto mundo, triste senso ignoro</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Que verdade terá sua inverdade falsa,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Ou se a florida planta dá também um fruto</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Em na realidade verdadeira ignoto.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Mas como o arco-íris, nem da terra ou céu,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E no frescor gotejante na suspensa chuva,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Uma nem real esp'rança nem imaginária</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Cruza o momento em que a nossa dor expira.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Mas visto à dor sentida como um mal sentirmos,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Melhor que ser esp'rada é o penhor da esp'ranca;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Pois sentimos a dor qual sentir não devêramos</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Razão natural há de o homem ter buscado,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Desde que o Tempo é Tempo e idade e pena o medem.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Outro melhor abrigo que os prazeres do Tempo.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Trad, de Adolfo Casais Monteiro e de Jorge de Sena</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XXXII</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">When I have sense of what to sense appears,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Sense is sense ere 'tis mine or mine in me is.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">When I hear, Hearing, ere I do hear, hears.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">When I see, before me abstract Seeing sees.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I am part Soul part I in all I touch —</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Soul by that part I hold in common with all.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And I the spoiled part, that doth make sense such</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">As I can err by it and my sense mine call.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The rest is wondering what these thoughts may mean,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">That come to explain and suddenly are gone,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Like messengers that mock the message' mien,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Explaining all but the explanation;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">As if we a ciphered letter's cipher hit</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And find it in an unknown language writ.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XXXIII</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">He that goes back does, since he goes, advance,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Though he doth not advance who goeth back,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And he that seeks, though he on nothing chance,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">May still by words be said to find a lack.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">This paradox of having, that is nought</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I n the world's meaning of the things it screens,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Is yet true of the substance of pure thought</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And there means something by the nought it means.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">For thinking nought does on nought being confer,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">As giving not is acting not to give,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And, to the same unbribed true thought, to err</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Is to find truth, though by its negative.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">So why call this world false, if false to be</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Be to be aught, and being aught Being to be?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">XXXII</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Quando sentido eu tenho do que ao senso surge,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">O senso é senso em mim já antes de ser meu.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Quando ouço o Ouvir, antes que mesmo eu ouça, ouve.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Se vejo, antes de mim o Ver abstrato vê.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Parte Alma eu sou, parte E u em tudo quanto toco —</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Alma pelo que atinjo de comum com tudo,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E E u a caída parte que faz senso tal</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Que posso errar por êle e senso meu chamar-lhe.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">O resto é meditar em que significado</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Terão explicações que súbitas se somem.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Quais mensageiros rindo da mensagem que</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Tudo vem explicar menos a explicação,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Como se havida a cifra de uma cripto-carta,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Achamos que está escrita numa língua ignota. <br /><br /><b><i>Translated by José Sena</i></b></span></p>Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239638444456088394.post-78125477864707022262023-07-12T07:56:00.005-03:002023-07-12T07:56:28.438-03:00Stufen Gedicht von Hermann Hesse - Steps Poem by Hermann Hesse <p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-srcV50swprAiG0yFm94D_om-3Xr9cKZHC7Fwt17R7aoOFE6Ialjy2waXYDhSTE-MUyM3nULhbgNZqOIgO9osZeEl0-7xM94Ji3m3H8lefNBpaKT_Jy6aCoCb2JHsXQfOnNo7HUyijsFkU4t44c0Do2FD1rkwCXW2BYrYENGrpDR9_iRy0-LxAn--pp4/s3264/christopher-sardegna-iRyGmA_no2Q-unsplash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2177" height="467" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-srcV50swprAiG0yFm94D_om-3Xr9cKZHC7Fwt17R7aoOFE6Ialjy2waXYDhSTE-MUyM3nULhbgNZqOIgO9osZeEl0-7xM94Ji3m3H8lefNBpaKT_Jy6aCoCb2JHsXQfOnNo7HUyijsFkU4t44c0Do2FD1rkwCXW2BYrYENGrpDR9_iRy0-LxAn--pp4/w311-h467/christopher-sardegna-iRyGmA_no2Q-unsplash.jpg" width="311" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><p style="text-align: center;">Wie jede Blüte welkt und jede Jugend</p></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Dem Alter weicht, blüht jede Lebensstufe,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Blüht jede Weisheit auch und jede Tugend</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Zu ihrer Zeit und darf nicht ewig dauern.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Es muß das Herz bei jedem Lebensrufe</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Bereit zum Abschied sein und Neubeginne,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Um sich in Tapferkeit und ohne Trauern</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">In andre, neue Bindungen zu geben.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Und jedem Anfang wohnt ein Zauber inne,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Der uns beschützt und der uns hilft, zu leben.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Wir sollen heiter Raum um Raum durchschreiten,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">An keinem wie an einer Heimat hängen,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Der Weltgeist will nicht fesseln uns und engen,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Er will uns Stuf' um Stufe heben, weiten.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Kaum sind wir heimisch einem Lebenskreise</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Und traulich eingewohnt, so droht Erschlaffen,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Nur wer bereit zu Aufbruch ist und Reise,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Mag lähmender Gewöhnung sich entraffen.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Es wird vielleicht auch noch die Todesstunde</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Uns neuen Räumen jung entgegen senden,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Des Lebens Ruf an uns wird niemals enden...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Wohlan denn, Herz, nimm Abschied und gesunde!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Hermann Hesse</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Gedicht aus dem Buch „Das Glasperlenspiel“. Sämtliche Werke. Bd. 10. Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp Verlag, 2002. S. 366.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">***</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Steps (Stufen)</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Like every flower fades and like every youth</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Yields to age, blooms every step of life,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">All wisdom also flourishes and all virtue</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">In time, and it cannot last forever.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The heart must, in every calling of life,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Be ready for parting and for a new beginning,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">To give oneself, in courage and without any</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Mourning, to other new connections.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And in every beginning lies a charm of its own</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Who protects us and helps us to live.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Let's calmly transpose space to space</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And we don't attach ourselves to any like a homeland.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The spirit of the world does not want to bind or compress us,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">He wants to elevate us step by step, spread us out.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">We barely got used to being intimate</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">From an environment, it threatens to relax.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Only those who are ready to leave and travel</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">You can elude the paralyzing habit.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Does the hour of death still send us</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">In search of new spaces,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The cry of life for us will never cease...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Hey, then, heart, say goodbye and convalesce!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><i><b>Steps Poem by Hermann Hesse</b></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Poem from the book "The Game of Glass Beads" (Das Glasperlenspiel). Sämtliche Werke. Vol. 10. Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp Verlag, 2002. p. 366.</i></b></span></p>Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239638444456088394.post-29687372953373350072023-06-27T04:33:00.002-03:002023-06-27T04:33:21.360-03:00The History of the Titanic: A History Book for New Readers (The History Of: A Biography Series for New Readers)<p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">On April 10, 1912, the Titanic sailed away from Southampton, England, on its very first voyage. It was the biggest ship ever built, and many people believed it was unsinkable. Four days later they were proven wrong. The sinking of the Titanic is a tragedy that we still remember today. One of the most comprehensive Titanic books for kids available, this colorfully illustrated story takes you through the ship’s construction, its tragic voyage, and the legacy it left behind.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL9WSY13YM7WUvSUEuhD79cEHWP9Yd5njTmNXkl91LiKV-ooXajOlu5G6L07hiCusCM39RA3jsr7hJPmjDKB30jzvXiI4CiTann6k0EsVvSOQL9o95ECLdS81zBsKG456JISDuZOHHP5un7JgEnP71qEYEXCdJtRmpZAGvOrvcvtyR2x2auEFhBy5UgM0/s500/1648762867.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="352" height="408" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL9WSY13YM7WUvSUEuhD79cEHWP9Yd5njTmNXkl91LiKV-ooXajOlu5G6L07hiCusCM39RA3jsr7hJPmjDKB30jzvXiI4CiTann6k0EsVvSOQL9o95ECLdS81zBsKG456JISDuZOHHP5un7JgEnP71qEYEXCdJtRmpZAGvOrvcvtyR2x2auEFhBy5UgM0/w287-h408/1648762867.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" width="287" /></span></a></div><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">This standout among Titanic books for kids features:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">A visual timeline—Easily understand important details of the Titanic’s construction and journey thanks to a timeline marking the major milestones.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Core curriculum—Learn the Who, What, Where, When, Why, and How of this fateful voyage, and take a quick quiz to test your knowledge after you finish this top choice in Titanic books for kids.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Lasting changes—Explore thought-provoking questions that help you better understand how the sinking of the Titanic affected the world you live in today.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Product details</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Publisher : Rockridge Press (July 27, 2021)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">by Kelly Milner Halls (Author)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Language : English</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Paperback : 62 pages</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b>***</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Review</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Rose, an upper class girl falls in love with a commoner who manages to get on the ship and does everything to get closer to her. .He's called JACK.Besides being handsome, he's very charming and faces all sorts of embarrassing situations. I fought with all the family, friends and ROSE's fiancé. He faces the sinking of the TITANIC ship, which begins to sink after hitting a glacier, because the sailors looking out, were without special glasses and did not see what was in front of them. This story begins with some researchers interviewing an older ROSE, telling the tragedy that sank this ship. It shows the valuable blue diamond, which she posed naked for JACK who paints her portrait just like the women of her city. emotions and a wealth of content and very fine details of environments. The poor class was kept on the first floor of the ship and could not have contact with the first class. They were subject to dust, dirt and rats. .Even in the different situations of life.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b><i>Review By Sidney Matias</i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b><i>Casa de Livro Blog</i></b></span></p>Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239638444456088394.post-70091221206795433982023-06-23T08:25:00.003-03:002023-06-23T08:25:33.491-03:00She Walks in Beauty George Gordon Byron 1788 – 1824<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">She Walks in Beauty </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">She walks in beauty, like the night</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Of cloudless climes and starry skies;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">And all that's best of dark and bright</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Meet in her aspect and her eyes:</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Thus mellowed to that tender light</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Which heaven to gaudy day denies.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">II.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">One shade the more, one ray the less,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Had half impaired the nameless grace</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Which waves in every raven tress,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Or softly lightens o'er her face;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Where thoughts serenely sweet express</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">How pure, how dear their dwelling place.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">III.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The smiles that win, the tints that glow,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">But tell of days in goodness spent,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A mind at peace with all below,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A heart whose love is innocent!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: large;">George Gordon Byron</span></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i></i></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEkICJuygP_iv9NLCDI2rRtQCVAC_ZWTjVXF-d1iVxMS-LmjYgTj3iY1vRThp1uaNeARnFrU2VbWHB5QlQiGL_NIx3Rstoz0A-33IV_aeZNNQxo5TY3_0RO0dCKkA2OeG2jr1oLfzukFAi0nCx-cJvrQJMlm-VRZQajd6dpASsG1COqWlHWhbAFbfOwMc/s944/Byron_1813_by_Phillips.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="944" data-original-width="733" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEkICJuygP_iv9NLCDI2rRtQCVAC_ZWTjVXF-d1iVxMS-LmjYgTj3iY1vRThp1uaNeARnFrU2VbWHB5QlQiGL_NIx3Rstoz0A-33IV_aeZNNQxo5TY3_0RO0dCKkA2OeG2jr1oLfzukFAi0nCx-cJvrQJMlm-VRZQajd6dpASsG1COqWlHWhbAFbfOwMc/s320/Byron_1813_by_Phillips.jpg" width="248" /></a></i></b></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Written June 12, 1814. This poem is in the public domain</p>Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239638444456088394.post-53296028509768200362023-05-25T21:37:00.003-03:002023-05-25T21:37:40.347-03:00Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche - Pablo Neruda - Poema em Espanhol <p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Escribir, por ejemplo: “La noche está estrellada,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.”</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZD84XHjwZnIwQ-fTu98rfzQUVQ4qxcGmWjHW_HgePDU9kiPfWnnvOuM3j2XNTgwcCB2uv_w_sc7AcHdwYzko6e-AlDAT61xfiBcCxR8ifJm0w56JVV2AOdLKUahcwPSgnRtUDaQ1U2nsEdQw6dU_zxOoYog854_OlXRVqEWWDkRcW5uuZKntL4gR/s720/%D7%9C%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%94_%D7%9E%D7%98%D7%90%D7%95%D7%A8%D7%99%D7%9D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="477" data-original-width="720" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZD84XHjwZnIwQ-fTu98rfzQUVQ4qxcGmWjHW_HgePDU9kiPfWnnvOuM3j2XNTgwcCB2uv_w_sc7AcHdwYzko6e-AlDAT61xfiBcCxR8ifJm0w56JVV2AOdLKUahcwPSgnRtUDaQ1U2nsEdQw6dU_zxOoYog854_OlXRVqEWWDkRcW5uuZKntL4gR/w439-h291/%D7%9C%D7%99%D7%9C%D7%94_%D7%9E%D7%98%D7%90%D7%95%D7%A8%D7%99%D7%9D.jpg" width="439" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><p style="text-align: center;">Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.</p></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">En las noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Oir la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">La noche esta estrellada y ella no está conmigo.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Porque en noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Aunque este sea el ultimo dolor que ella me causa,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">y estos sean los ultimos versos que yo le escribo.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Pablo Neruda</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy0fj-BXxqo06L1fZay31YyTZwuAJdEJyEikV110-01eGzUDjw1v3xyhpt-vUOIUqjLVlIOpdpXoVWI8hoKHA-knU9d2PWTzerxgd9hPA9RCjUt14Wk3UpVyNIeqSk2HTIxWz6NZKo71YD4iCvX6JQUrJ3NaNXhZ4gfiYhk6rNqQ4wDn57gloZJroJ/s940/csm_21102017dm1643_3c9c865f98.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="525" data-original-width="940" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy0fj-BXxqo06L1fZay31YyTZwuAJdEJyEikV110-01eGzUDjw1v3xyhpt-vUOIUqjLVlIOpdpXoVWI8hoKHA-knU9d2PWTzerxgd9hPA9RCjUt14Wk3UpVyNIeqSk2HTIxWz6NZKo71YD4iCvX6JQUrJ3NaNXhZ4gfiYhk6rNqQ4wDn57gloZJroJ/w493-h276/csm_21102017dm1643_3c9c865f98.jpg" width="493" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p>Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239638444456088394.post-6036242989185571642023-05-24T17:45:00.000-03:002023-05-24T17:45:39.687-03:00 Tina Turner - Eternal Queen of Rock - short biography<p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">One of the greatest singers of all time was undoubtedly Anna Mae Bullock or simply Tina Turner.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbdg_297Ybr0ZWgzaM9Bp2QI7QZZV21k-1OuM75w4gXgfllVZlQyQQuyEfv505TajUYfuG27HlzZ42nYV4L1duhcPpkQ6geFjd4jpHRPn6CPsK-b-9mwE7RtwJsi5f4sQbSiG6ATBNt5uh4YsnZ92En-j8rk1NzWAbTNNgHpD1TM1w4KakxqQI5zer/s800/dd852b28369b7abd97411305a5b075ec.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="287" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbdg_297Ybr0ZWgzaM9Bp2QI7QZZV21k-1OuM75w4gXgfllVZlQyQQuyEfv505TajUYfuG27HlzZ42nYV4L1duhcPpkQ6geFjd4jpHRPn6CPsK-b-9mwE7RtwJsi5f4sQbSiG6ATBNt5uh4YsnZ92En-j8rk1NzWAbTNNgHpD1TM1w4KakxqQI5zer/w510-h287/dd852b28369b7abd97411305a5b075ec.jpg" width="510" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><p>One of the greatest singers of all time was undoubtedly Anna Mae Bullock or simply Tina Turner. The singer, songwriter, dancer and producer is North American and was born in Nutbush, Tennesse on November 26, 1939, daughter of the couple Zelma Priscilla Currie and Floyd Richard Bullock.</p></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Tina Turner's first steps in music occurred when she sang in a Baptist church that she attended with her family. The singer went to live with her mother when she was 11 years old after she separated from Tina Turner's father due to the many physical attacks she suffered over the years she was married to the singer's father.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Although Tina Turner dreamed of becoming a singer, she initially worked as a maid in the homes of wealthy families. The singer got married very early with her first boyfriend and soon had a son and continued as a maid. In this environment, Tina Turner was already starting to sing at some events, but without success and enough money to change her life.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">After graduating and investing in technical courses, the singer gets a job as a nurse in a hospital. It didn't take long and Tina Turner was already being known for her musicality and starting to become famous, which made her leave work and dedicate herself only to music.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">It was at the club where Tina Turner's sister was a waitress that she first saw Raymond Hill and Ike Turner perform and was impressed with the performers. However, they were more impressed than her when they saw her sing. It didn't take long and Tina was invited to be a backing vocalist for both artists' band.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Soon, with tips from friends in the band, she expanded her repertoire and learned to develop stage presence, which guaranteed her becoming the band's lead singer. After a while playing only in that region, the band was discovered by producers and managers who provided the recording of the first album in 1958.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The band was beginning to be successful when a romantic relationship between Tina and Ike Turner made them separate from each of their spouses and assume a relationship, but that cost the band's survival. Next to Ik, the singer decides to form a duo. From then on Tina Turner would receive such a stage name and would be a resounding success with her first single “Fool in Love” which was among the most played on the Billboard Hot 100.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Tina Turner continued to be successful and even made films starring in “Tommy”. However, by the mid-70s Ike had become a compulsive drug user and constantly assaulted and humiliated the singer. It was with these aggressive actions that Tina Turner wanted to put an end and in 1978 she separated from Ike Turner.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Tina Turner followed a solo career with a few albums without being able to chart until, in 1983, she recorded Private Dancer and had an extraordinary success worldwide. There were 5 million albums in the United States alone and 11 million worldwide. In 1985, she continued, in parallel, with her acting career and made a special participation in the successful film “Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome”. Until the year 2000, Tina Turner's success was unquestionable and the singer continued with her musical legacy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">At the beginning of the year 2000, he said that he needed to rest from music, take care of his family and his life. After eight years without being in the spotlight and without doing a show, the singer performed just one more time in celebration of her 50-year career. Since then Tina Turne has moved to Switzerland and is involved in philanthropy there.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The singer was first married to musician Raymond Hill with whom she had a son named Raymond Craig Bullock Hill and later had a second son with Ike Turner named Ronnie Bullock Turner. The singer is married to German music producer Erwin Bach.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">health</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Tina revealed in her 2018 memoir My Love Story that she suffered life-threatening illnesses. In 2013, three weeks after her marriage to Erwin Bach, she suffered a stroke and had to learn to walk again. In 2016, she was diagnosed with bowel cancer. Tina opted for homeopathic remedies to treat her high blood pressure which resulted in kidney damage and eventual kidney failure. Her chances of receiving a kidney were low and she was urged to start dialysis. She considered assisted suicide and applied to be a member of Exit, but Bach offered to donate a kidney for her transplant. Turner underwent kidney transplant surgery on April 7, 2017.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Death</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Tina Turner died at the age of 83 at her home in Switzerland. The death was confirmed by an aide to her, but the cause was not disclosed. It was only said that she died "after a long illness".</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Tina Turner Biography Summary</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Name: Anna Mae Bullock</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Occupation: Singer, songwriter, dancer and actress</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Nationality: North American; Switzerland.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Date of birth: 11/26/1939</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Died May 24, 2023 (age 83)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Kusnacht, Switzerland</span></p>Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239638444456088394.post-85164835501861350962023-05-23T20:46:00.003-03:002023-05-23T20:46:47.357-03:00 Buda: La historia que cambiará tu vida (Spanish Edition)<p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Deepak Chopra nos narra la vida de un personaje fuera de serie quien, tras abandonar sus privilegios, encuentra la paz consigo mismo y dedica su vida a difundir el secreto de esta iluminación interior.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Gm6OPINYO8dI-kVV0m4_d6Z45ULfs3lm-Pm_iKuGtWtJuoQ8qLuW8lAd_LkPRVL-XWptOwVqufOsQfJPqgiPZm64Bg1fd03SkwdMFq7RLymoVZ-Aw2V4RX-QBAnNFq02L-cHiaNyhcEUXBPz0f0lFgnk-x8pbDe8KRYu0z_u_DmRyqN1ruLqflCz/s500/B01ACI96N6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="329" height="438" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Gm6OPINYO8dI-kVV0m4_d6Z45ULfs3lm-Pm_iKuGtWtJuoQ8qLuW8lAd_LkPRVL-XWptOwVqufOsQfJPqgiPZm64Bg1fd03SkwdMFq7RLymoVZ-Aw2V4RX-QBAnNFq02L-cHiaNyhcEUXBPz0f0lFgnk-x8pbDe8KRYu0z_u_DmRyqN1ruLqflCz/w289-h438/B01ACI96N6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" width="289" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Buda es una figura sin igual en el mundo. En este libro, Deepak Chopra nos narra la vida de este personaje absolutamente fuera de lo común que, siendo heredero de un gran reino y acostumbrado a vivir entre lujos y caprichos, decide abandonar su hogar cuando es todavía muy joven paraexplorar el mundo. Después de consagrarse al rezo y a la meditación, y de ayudar a los pobres y enfermos, descubre un día que su cuerpo y su mente se han liberado de las pasiones terrenales para convertirse en Buda, el iluminado. Ha alcanzado el nirvana, un estado superior de la mente que le permite estar en paz consigo mismo y con el mundo exterior.A partir de este momento Buda dedicará su vida a difundir su doctrina y enseñar el budismo, religión que no deja de sumar adeptos en todo el mundo.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">La crítica ha opinado:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><i>"Chopra retrata con sencillez el conflicto interno natural que sufre todo aquel que va en busca de la sabiduría espiritual y la transformación" </i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><i>-Publishers Weekly-</i><br /><br /></span></p><p><i><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">"Deepak Chopra ofrece a sus lectores la inspiradora novela que recrea la vida de Buda, un joven heredero que lo abandona todo para seguir el camino de la iluminación. "</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">-The New York Times Bestseller.</span></i></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">***</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Resumen</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Deepak Chopra proyecta la vida de Buda desde la perspectiva de la ficción y la realidad, en un relato detallado de las tres grandes fases de la vida del hombre santo: “Siddartha, el príncipe”, “Gautama, el monje” y “Buda, el compasivo”, recogiendo magníficamente la esencia de un ser iluminado. La vida de Buda comienza en el Reino de Sakia, 563 a. donde su padre, el rey Suddhodana, un obstinado guerrero indio, se cree un dios, no teme a los enemigos y desea ardientemente tener un hijo. La reina Maya, su esposa, da a luz a Siddhartha el Príncipe. El rey ordena a los sirvientes del reino que sean extremadamente cuidadosos con su protección, y los amos profetizan que el niño será el “amo del mundo”. La sombra de la muerte rodea el palacio y se lleva la vida de la reina, también quiere llevarse al príncipe, pero este tiene el poder de huir de ella. Suddhodana consulta a los brahmanes sobre cómo criar a Siddhartha y lo mantiene prisionero dentro de los muros del castillo, controlando su mente. Siddhartha, ajeno a todo lo exterior, vive en la comodidad y el lujo, con todos los honores que le otorga su padre. Va en contra del deseo del rey: matar en las guerras y batallas como una forma de poder y fuerza, ya que no aprecia la idea de la muerte o la violencia. Mientras vive con su prima, Siddhartha comienza a tener los primeros sentimientos de miedo, ya que esto corresponde mejor a las expectativas del rey. Siddhartha necesita un guía espiritual que le haga comprender sus dones, aparece Azita, una ermitaña que vive en el bosque, cuyo conocimiento le otorga poderes especiales para adentrarse en el mundo sutil. Aprende a meditar, aquietar la mente, los pensamientos y estar en silencio.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Al cumplir los 18 años de edad, Siddhartha es presentado al pueblo de Sakya en una espléndida ceremonia pública, un acto político de la mayor magnitud, donde el rey transfiere a su hijo toda la fuerza de su historia real. Siddhartha intenta disuadir a su padre de enviarlo a luchar, pero el rey considera que esta petición es un insulto. En ese evento, Siddhartha conoce a Sujata, una joven de origen humilde que lo encanta. Ante las demandas del rey, piensa en huir del palacio para siempre. En este intento, se enfrenta al demonio de Mara, que lo persigue, provocando que visiones y terror penetren en su mente. Siddhartha utiliza una sabia receta: "no cedas, pero no te opongas, porque los demonios entran en la mente de las personas cuando intentan resistir". Busca la respuesta a sus dudas en los brahmanes y estos le revelan que es un príncipe poderoso, privilegiado por los dioses. Entonces Siddhartha cumple el deseo de su padre y va al campo de batalla, realiza hazañas heroicas y brillantes, domina a los caballos salvajes, gana combates simulados. Cambia la ilusión por la verdad, y siente que ya no tienes miedo. Tal demostración de fuerza infunde envidia en Devadatta, quien lo traiciona violando a Sujata, la favorita del Príncipe. Pensando que la había matado, intenta deshacerse del cuerpo de la joven en las aguas heladas del río. Sin Sujata, el Príncipe queda atónito y abandona el castillo. En el camino, conoce el lado triste del mundo: los miserables y pobres de las afueras de la ciudad muestran el rostro del hambre, la enfermedad y la vejez. A partir de entonces, Siddhartha se convierte en Gautama, el monje que vive en el bosque porque quiere ser santo. Sus únicas posesiones son una túnica color azafrán, un bastón, un collar de rosarios y un cuenco para mendigar; se resigna al clima del camino, y al otro lado del palacio, comienza a vivir la vida de un mendigo, quema su ropa y se corta el cabello. Busca a su amo, y se encuentra con Ganaka, quien le aconseja ser cauteloso, no confiar en todo, no esperar el amor de las personas, que el verdadero amo es el mundo.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">El anciano rey se da cuenta de que su hijo no regresará al palacio y organiza un reemplazo. Devadatta engaña al rey llevándose el cuerpo de un moribundo sin cabeza al palacio en lugar de Siddhartha. Mientras tanto, Gautama, un refugiado del mundo exterior, escucha la voz interior que le dice que se rinda y sea libre. Empieza a tener visiones impresionantes, viendo a las personas en sus almas y conociendo su dolor con una simple mirada contemplativa, expande su santidad y todos empiezan a querer disfrutar de su compañía. Se convierte en un santo, en completo control de sus emociones a la edad de 33 años. Aprende que el alma es una chispa divina y que la verdadera libertad sucede cuando el discípulo deja de luchar. Busca la iluminación, desafía la muerte, el hambre, la sed, la soledad y todo deseo mundano. Se retira a una cueva y permanece allí sentado frente a una pared durante meses, hasta que Sujata lo rescata y se convierte en el nuevo Buda, el compasivo. Se siente parte de la naturaleza, sin dolor ni sufrimiento, vence a los demonios y se vuelve inmune a todo mal. Adquiere poder sobre su destino, se convierte en una no persona, puede estar en cualquier lugar, tocar a las personas y borrar sus problemas. "Sus poderes fluyen desde el otro lado del silencio, donde la mente puede hacer que suceda cualquier cosa: tirar del sol por el cielo como un carro de juguete, hacer torbellinos en los polos o derramar lluvia sobre desiertos áridos". Buda regresa al castillo, no para quedarse, sino para enseñarle a su padre y a todos en la guerra que la violencia no tiene sentido. Su serenidad hace que los guerreros depongan las armas. Buda demuestra otra forma de vencer al mundo y lo transforma en un reino de paz.<br /><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx5e_jL7m0ChccUn3EFb5otGzfiSHT1FhQeGXDa0RU_rJnjQlJqTQo5GYbbRQkQyBh2NCJCISDuK7c6ATsTn6O6CDcKyRsnWRzGH9fA5AGBG3gTiGg2TSojt17LFQ1aEYZE64RfSb9yCBa8M_Iss83dED2A3Yz6xY_OPjSQz46ZVwZBmdD7f5N1nzP/s826/Hong_Kong_Budha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="826" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx5e_jL7m0ChccUn3EFb5otGzfiSHT1FhQeGXDa0RU_rJnjQlJqTQo5GYbbRQkQyBh2NCJCISDuK7c6ATsTn6O6CDcKyRsnWRzGH9fA5AGBG3gTiGg2TSojt17LFQ1aEYZE64RfSb9yCBa8M_Iss83dED2A3Yz6xY_OPjSQz46ZVwZBmdD7f5N1nzP/s320/Hong_Kong_Budha.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><b style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><p><b>Detalles del producto</b></p></b><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Deepak Chopra (Autor)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Editorial : DEBOLSILO (19 febrero 2016)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Idioma : Español</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Número de páginas : 376 páginas</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">23 de mayo de 2023.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Lectura feliz, blog de la Casa del Libro</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Resumen de Sidney Matías</span></p>Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239638444456088394.post-13061592313412877032023-05-18T07:25:00.000-03:002023-05-18T07:25:24.543-03:00I Sit Beside the Fire - J. R. R. Tolkien<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">This poem-song is found in the first book of The Lord of the Rings, by J. R. R. Tolkien. It is composed and sung by the hobbit Bilbo Baggins, when he and Frodo are reunited at Elrond's abode in Rivendell.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoDFdCH0ApNrKvs3QiTFuOp9UZ8mWwwmOH0E26c-Hf6Tv1yzdaU5y_izdS9vhUn5YPf9nSjDVq-EnRj1gpAr9ROHBBpfY_Pq6dHUIy-wjC5XaAtINYfUe61MY25rkn5p6Tq_zGcPg1cCAwWfvcxeeSMmJkPRdJb1WkZCUS-Vx_dFVOlHYf4XEcb5Vj/s400/xnyETnmq_400x400.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoDFdCH0ApNrKvs3QiTFuOp9UZ8mWwwmOH0E26c-Hf6Tv1yzdaU5y_izdS9vhUn5YPf9nSjDVq-EnRj1gpAr9ROHBBpfY_Pq6dHUIy-wjC5XaAtINYfUe61MY25rkn5p6Tq_zGcPg1cCAwWfvcxeeSMmJkPRdJb1WkZCUS-Vx_dFVOlHYf4XEcb5Vj/s320/xnyETnmq_400x400.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b>I Sit Beside the Fire</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I sit beside the fire and think</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">of all that I have seen,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">of meadow-flowers and butterflies</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">In summers that have been;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Of yellow leaves and gossamer</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">in autumns that there were,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">with morning mist and silver sun</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">and wind upon my hair.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I sit beside the fire and think</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">of how the world will be</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">when winter comes without a spring</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">that I shall ever see.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">For still there are so many things</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">that I have never seen:</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">in every wood in every spring</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">there is a different green.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I sit beside the fire and think</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">of people long ago,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">and people who will see a world</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">that I shall never know.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">But all the while I sit and think</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">of times there were before,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I listen for returning feet</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">and voices at the door.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">****</span></p>Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239638444456088394.post-3828254774229444972023-05-09T22:03:00.003-03:002023-05-09T22:03:23.887-03:00 Agora Só Falta Você Rita Lee<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPjZ-FrBbGefU5ALQTHTsZCltZRc7VkU2GvuyoHjGReK6ByHOCveP26Udnscg3xjDwRIjYwAH1TnocxkKRPK9rwGUdvpiweVTnLJGMj4TsPpCQiYWc1YntkNd1kMxChoct3Pvavu70pAH-YHgcTaiJxZzjSudCHdqScFbTpzM2ZFpfaZRSuAMZcNSm/s760/mel.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="760" height="340" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPjZ-FrBbGefU5ALQTHTsZCltZRc7VkU2GvuyoHjGReK6ByHOCveP26Udnscg3xjDwRIjYwAH1TnocxkKRPK9rwGUdvpiweVTnLJGMj4TsPpCQiYWc1YntkNd1kMxChoct3Pvavu70pAH-YHgcTaiJxZzjSudCHdqScFbTpzM2ZFpfaZRSuAMZcNSm/w486-h340/mel.png" width="486" /></a></div><b><i><div>Rita Lee (1947-2023):</div><div>“O meu céu seria cheio de bichos, plantas e uma deliciosa biblioteca</div></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><b style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">***</b><br /><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><u> Agora Só Falta Você Rita Lee</u></b></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Um belo dia resolvi mudar</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E fazer tudo o que eu queria fazer</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Me libertei daquela vida vulgar</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Que eu levava estando junto a você</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E em tudo que eu faço</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Existe um porquê</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Eu sei que eu nasci</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Sei que eu nasci pra saber</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E fui andando sem pensar em voltar</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E sem ligar pro que me aconteceu</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Um belo dia vou lhe telefonar</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Pra lhe dizer que aquele sonho cresceu</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">No ar que eu respiro</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Eu sinto prazer</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">De ser quem eu sou, de estar onde estou</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Agora só falta você, yeah, yeah</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Agora só falta você</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Agora só falta você, yeah, yeah</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Agora só falta você</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E fui andando sem pensar em voltar</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">E sem ligar pro que me aconteceu</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Um belo dia vou lhe telefonar</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Pra lhe dizer que aquele sonho cresceu</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">No ar que eu respiro</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Eu sinto prazer</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">De ser quem eu sou, de estar onde estou</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Agora só falta você, yeah, yeah</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Agora só falta você</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Agora só falta você, yeah, yeah</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Agora só falta você</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Agora só falta você</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Agora só falta você</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Agora só falta você</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Agora só falta você</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">É você, é você, é você</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">É você, é você, é você</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Agora só falta você, yeah, yeah</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Agora só falta você</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Agora só falta você, yeah, yeah</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Agora só falta você</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">***</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/NBoZ1z9EhbE" width="414" youtube-src-id="NBoZ1z9EhbE"></iframe></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p>Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239638444456088394.post-10619436318604054612023-05-04T10:42:00.001-03:002023-05-04T10:42:23.445-03:00 Poème le plus long du monde<p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Un écrivain français de 30 ans, Patrick Huet, a annoncé vendredi avoir créé le poème le plus long du monde, mesurant 994,10 mètres. Intitulé "Plots of Hope in the Eco of this World", le poème a été emmené dans une exposition à l'aide d'un tracteur. Sa longueur a été mesurée le long d'une piste.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-IjFsdoPdGK05dNqdAyMeQ0vfqSteSLK6XrcFlHKg138-SmvlRcTCXvit_c8wOiogy1ZP1W3HnJsVN1vjla1RliU_u4ZhUIPRaVK-hrwRce4JWnzbgAI4rZrhYeJXFPuVDtN1VeMMnii9ksYZL-ik5ad1dAMDdZLKDlMKMHgnuC5joucZK_NYRa3u/s195/patrick-huet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="140" data-original-width="195" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-IjFsdoPdGK05dNqdAyMeQ0vfqSteSLK6XrcFlHKg138-SmvlRcTCXvit_c8wOiogy1ZP1W3HnJsVN1vjla1RliU_u4ZhUIPRaVK-hrwRce4JWnzbgAI4rZrhYeJXFPuVDtN1VeMMnii9ksYZL-ik5ad1dAMDdZLKDlMKMHgnuC5joucZK_NYRa3u/w392-h282/patrick-huet.jpg" width="392" /></a></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Quel est le poème le plus court du monde ?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Lignes sur l'Antiquité des Microbes</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Sur le site « le plus petit poème du monde » (worldsshortestpoem.com), on peut trouver un texte identifié comme le plus petit poème documenté de l'histoire. Le titre est "Lignes sur l'Antiquité des Microbes" (la traduction libre peut être quelque chose comme "Lignes sur l'Antiquité des Microbes") et il n'y a pas de consensus sur sa paternité.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Quel est le premier poème du monde ?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">l'"épopée de Gilgamesh</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Le titre du premier poème du monde est en discussion. Certaines sources disent que "l'épopée de Gilgamesh" est le plus ancien texte littéraire. Ce poème épique de l'ancienne Mésopotamie, composé en douze chants d'environ 300 vers chacun, et datant d'environ 2100 av.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Quel est le meilleur poème brésilien ?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">"A Máquina do Mundo", de Carlos Drummond de Andrade (1902-1987), a été élu meilleur poème brésilien de tous les temps. L'élection a été faite par un jury de dix critiques et écrivains invités par Folha. "O Inferno de Wall Street", de Sousândrade (1833-1902), du Maranhão, occupe la deuxième place.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Quelle est la différence entre poésie et poème ?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">En ce qui concerne les différences entre poème et poésie, le poème fait référence à une structure textuelle, tandis que la poésie est liée au contenu du texte.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Quelle est la poésie acoustique la plus longue ?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Les plus gros temps forts de la Poésie Acoustique sont les éditions « #6 – Era Uma Vez » qui cumule 560 millions de vues, « #2 About Us » qui en compte 550 millions, « #3 Capricorniana » avec 336M et l’édition « #9 Best Shape ", qui cumule actuellement 303 millions de vues sur la chaîne Pineapple.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Quel est le plus grand poème en langue portugaise ?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Camões - Poésie épique : Os lusíadas, le plus grand poème épique en langue portugaise.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Quel est le poème d'amour?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">L'amour est un feu qui brûle sans être vu, c'est une blessure qui fait mal et qui ne se fait pas sentir ; c'est un contentement insatisfait, c'est une douleur qui se déroule sans blesser.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Combien de poèmes avez-vous dans le message ?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Message est un livre composé de 44 poèmes, divisé en trois parties et publié en 1934.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Quel est le plus beau poème d'amour du monde ?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Mon âme, rêvant de toi, est perdue. Mes yeux sont aveugles pour te voir. Parce que tu es déjà toute ma vie ! D'une bouche divine parle en moi !</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Qui a été le premier poète brésilien ?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Gregório de Matos Guerra, poète bahianais du XIXe siècle, est considéré comme le premier poète authentiquement brésilien de notre littérature.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Quel est le poète le plus célèbre du Brésil ?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Carlos Drummond de Andrade (1902-1987)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Avec des vers empreints d'ironie, aux formes différentes et originales, Drummond prend le titre de poète brésilien le plus influent du XXe siècle.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Qui a inventé la poésie ?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">L'histoire de la poésie est antérieure à l'histoire de l'écriture, apparaissant dans les premières archives de la plupart des cultures alphabétisées. Cette forme d'expression était utilisée dans des œuvres anciennes telles que les Vedas indiens (1700-1200) et les Gathas de Zoroastrien (1200-900 avant JC).</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>A quoi sert un poème ?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Le poème est un genre textuel (forme d'écriture) généralement écrit en vers et en strophes. Son but est d'exprimer un sentiment, une émotion ou une pensée. Le mot "poème" dérive du verbe grec "poiéo", qui signifie "faire, créer, composer".</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Comment appelle-t-on un petit poème ?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Cette forme poétique a été créée au XVIe siècle et a fini par devenir populaire dans le monde entier. En dépit d'être des poèmes concis et objectifs, les haïku ont une grande charge poétique.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Qui lit de la poésie au Brésil ?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Cecília Meireles et Carlos Drummond de Andrade sont parmi les plus lus et, parmi les régionaux, Helena Kolody et José Paulo Paes sont au premier plan.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Comment savoir si un poème est bon ?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Le processus d'analyse de la poésie se résume à l'examen des éléments suivants : la forme, le mètre, le thème, le cadre et le personnage. Vous devriez également envisager d'analyser le langage, l'imagerie, le style et le contexte de la poésie pour mieux la comprendre.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Qu'est-ce qu'un poème de 5ème ?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">La poésie est un texte poétique, généralement en vers, qui fait partie du genre littéraire dit « lyrique ». Il combine des mots, des significations et des qualités esthétiques. L'esthétique de la langue y prévaut sur le contenu, si bien qu'elle utilise différents dispositifs phonétiques, syntaxiques et sémantiques.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Bonne lecture, Blog de la maison du livre</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Sidney Matias</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">04 mai 2023</span></p>Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239638444456088394.post-51181357259573868052023-04-21T11:39:00.003-03:002023-04-21T11:39:36.525-03:00EMILIA CURRÁS - POESIA ESPANHOLA<p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Emilia Currás es una científica y un alma sensible, que va de la filosofía a las teorías de la informática pero, al mismo tiempo, levita en las capas más profundas de su sensibilidad. Inquieta, creativa, abierta a la especulación y la fantasía, desde su química (de formación) hasta las abstracciones y conceptos. Es una de las figuras humanas más extraordinarias que conozco, en su capacidad de vivir en un estado permanente de creación. ANTONIO MIRANDA</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6GCSWlzdxhdoox1g5vMyahNJZksccJaIGYUCxdF8tvVrMSGNsDClEb6cVg4SwOETx-_dDTZmyhfoioDc7lTjOcEGqDbl-kCOjBPA8NDd9N6BHfXQZS7U4j09SX-gsXfp_kYuBGQGqy6ZS7wRpfJN14PI3kx20kDo-ZAOla4WxCUNcId803STyDDUd/s958/emilia_curras3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="958" data-original-width="600" height="533" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6GCSWlzdxhdoox1g5vMyahNJZksccJaIGYUCxdF8tvVrMSGNsDClEb6cVg4SwOETx-_dDTZmyhfoioDc7lTjOcEGqDbl-kCOjBPA8NDd9N6BHfXQZS7U4j09SX-gsXfp_kYuBGQGqy6ZS7wRpfJN14PI3kx20kDo-ZAOla4WxCUNcId803STyDDUd/w333-h533/emilia_curras3.jpg" width="333" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">“Una poetisa está atenta a recuperar el momento de su emoción, no dejarlo pasar ni caer en el olvido. Sus versos, la mayoría breves, están impregnados de sus vivencias más inmediatas y de sus sentimientos, la flor de la pluma, la flor del alma. FINA DE CALDERÓN Fallecida el 31/03/2020 por COVID19, en Madrid</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">TEXTOS EN ESPAÑOL / TEXTOS EN PORTUGUÉS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">CURRÁS, Emilia. Fugitiva del tempo. 2ª. edición. De la autora... de Fina Calderón. Prefácio de Malik Najajar. Traducción de Rifaat Atfé. Madrid: Editorial Betania, 2010.. (Colección BETANIA de Poesia) Texto bilíngue: Español y árabe. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b>(Traduções ao Português de Antonio Miranda)</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b>**Tú tienes alas de plata**</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Tú tienes alas de plata,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">alas de ensueño,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">de ilusión.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">¿Me darás alas de bronce?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Calla. Calla.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Tú tienes alas de bronce,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">alas de pasión,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">de amor sin freno.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">¿Me darás alas de bronce?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Cala, cala.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Tú tienes alas de hierro,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">alas flertes y seguras,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">alas de grandes realidades.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">¿Me darás alas de bronce?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Cala, cala.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Tú tienes alas de estaño,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">alas de engano,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">alas falsas y amargas.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Calla, calla.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">No me preguntes tanto.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>**Tens asas de prata**</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Tens asas de prata,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">asas de sonho.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">de ilusão.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Vais me dar asas de prata?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Cala, cala.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Tens asas de bronze,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">asas de paixão,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">de amor sem freio.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Vais me dar asas de bronze?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Cala, cala.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Tens asas de ferro,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">asas fortes e seguras,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">asas de grandes realidades.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Vais me dar asas de bronze?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Cala, cala.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Tens asas de estanho,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">asas de engano</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">asas falsas e amargas.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Vais me dar asas de estanho?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Cala, cala.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Não me perguntes tanto.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>***</b></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b> Sin estar vivo, vivendo</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> Mis manos están vacías,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> mis labios están helados,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> mis pechos están dormidos,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> que ya no hay cariño en mí,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> que ya mi alma se seca..</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> Ya no siento.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> Soy como piedra de molinho,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> que gira sin darse al viento.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> Soy como campo de trigo</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> segado antes del tiempo.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> Ya no siento.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> ¡Qué triste quedarse así,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> sin estar vivo, vivendo!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> Sem estar vivo vivendo</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> Minhas mãos estão vazias,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> meus lábios estão gelados,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> meus seios estão dormidos,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> que já não há carinho em mim,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> que já minha alma seca...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> Já não sinto mais.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> Sou como pedra de moinho,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> que gira sem dar-se ao vento.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> Sou como campo de trigo</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> ceifado antes do tempo.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> Já não sinto.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> Que triste ficar assim,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> sem estar vivo, vivendo!</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDSekJ4guT-_A4PeRTZaeYH5JsU2PLetWQcBN3ytqOl-qszs9ity-gRlpSojyW6kMgEtiwjeWBe9ZGCOi7Ey3f6CpNDYvQbbprP8-ObroK1Ag_j9A7JZ1nizlmi48uEtBONMuY5zKkWZQGb3JPpxJqMLZASm9EL-w8LsHnuZrEsAjvLDxGQccK_0cs/s914/emilia_curras4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="914" data-original-width="660" height="409" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDSekJ4guT-_A4PeRTZaeYH5JsU2PLetWQcBN3ytqOl-qszs9ity-gRlpSojyW6kMgEtiwjeWBe9ZGCOi7Ey3f6CpNDYvQbbprP8-ObroK1Ag_j9A7JZ1nizlmi48uEtBONMuY5zKkWZQGb3JPpxJqMLZASm9EL-w8LsHnuZrEsAjvLDxGQccK_0cs/w295-h409/emilia_curras4.jpg" width="295" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><b>CURRÁS, Emilia.</b> </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">El Rincón de mis pensamentos. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Poemário de Emília Currás. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Madrid: Visión Libros; Lord Byron Edicones, 2011. 71 p. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">TRISTEZA Y SOLEDAD</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"> </span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Cuando miro en la ventana</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">la noche oscura y densa</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">y sus luces en mí fijas,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">me siento tan triste y sola,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">que apenas puedo pensar.</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">No estoy en mí, ya no existo.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Sólo queda una ilusión,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">marchita de llanto y años,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">en mi corazón perdido,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">que no ve su caminar,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">que mira sin ver en mí</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">mi tristeza y soledad.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"> TRISTEZA E SOLIDÃO</span></b></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> Quando olho pela janela</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> a noite escura e densa</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> e suas luzes fixas em mim,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> me sinto tão triste e só</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> que apenas consigo pensar.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> Não estou em mim, já não existo.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> Apenas resta uma ilusão,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> murcha de pranto e de anos,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> em meu coração perdido,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> que não vê seu caminhar,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> que mira sem ver em mim</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> minha tristeza e solidão.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">***</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZQejoL2ViFG2AQAnf0JoumSXBKT851i4sxn3DuV6TzowVBcbbqTMM9KblbFVPEgtU6mvrDfUGjySjTCmjSFz1Qq20Bi6htlgLf2bmhjTTXvu47KEjqZbFU5jJkI1CMrOmt2x8Jl5J-KvkyTbGzYK-DsZ6RtOu4liRhZRFwN3EBv9EgKwxTu9WrkqA/s1089/emila-curras4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1089" data-original-width="788" height="596" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZQejoL2ViFG2AQAnf0JoumSXBKT851i4sxn3DuV6TzowVBcbbqTMM9KblbFVPEgtU6mvrDfUGjySjTCmjSFz1Qq20Bi6htlgLf2bmhjTTXvu47KEjqZbFU5jJkI1CMrOmt2x8Jl5J-KvkyTbGzYK-DsZ6RtOu4liRhZRFwN3EBv9EgKwxTu9WrkqA/w432-h596/emila-curras4.jpg" width="432" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p>Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239638444456088394.post-85358681770036931242023-04-14T06:52:00.000-03:002023-04-14T06:52:59.435-03:00Silence Of The Lambs: (Hannibal Lecter) <p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">A courageous FBI agent risks her life in an attempt to solve a mysterious crime. But for that, she needs the help of Dr. Hannibal Lecter, a brutal serial killer. Book that inspired the cinema classic The Silence of the Lambs, Oscar winner for Best Film and Best Adapted Screenplay.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRsJEj2ljEZzXlgTWMxlb8gwixoNAP5yUKgu3-V8K8NldVFZ0G3Ih6kgg5GpzqpR4usMSbQD7ThUttpIVIrCVtbEnX7B5G5-ivYWeCZmlsE0UquFMOA21L63IF926vYoquC57HB3bsWRMTJvxHrXKDZICwRvHhO-GUCjIKOcI2TwjH3vg0ig-dziSN/s500/B003H4I5JO.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="308" height="445" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRsJEj2ljEZzXlgTWMxlb8gwixoNAP5yUKgu3-V8K8NldVFZ0G3Ih6kgg5GpzqpR4usMSbQD7ThUttpIVIrCVtbEnX7B5G5-ivYWeCZmlsE0UquFMOA21L63IF926vYoquC57HB3bsWRMTJvxHrXKDZICwRvHhO-GUCjIKOcI2TwjH3vg0ig-dziSN/w274-h445/B003H4I5JO.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_SX500_.jpg" width="274" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><p>Five women are brutally murdered in different locations across the United States by the serial killer nicknamed Buffalo Bill. Young FBI agent Clarice Starling is surprised to be called by Jack Crawford, head of the Behavioral Science Division. Their mission: interrogate the elusive psychiatrist Hannibal Lecter, held at the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Mentally Disordered, whose psychopathic mind is dangerously criminally bent but could prove useful to the case, even though he has never cooperated with law enforcement. of law.</p></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">However, Clarice piques Lecter's interest and he decides to help her. However, in return, he asks her to give him personal information about himself. By following the clues pointed out by Dr. Lecter, Clarice moves forward on the case, tangled in a deadly web, surprising and frightening, hunting a murderer on the loose while getting closer and closer to a murderer behind bars.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">A masterfully crafted and ingenious novel, The Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris is a classic of suspense and horror that will leave readers fully engaged.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Adapted for film with Anthony Hopkins and Jodie Foster in the lead roles, The Silence of the Lambs won five Oscars. Alongside Red Dragon, Hannibal and Hannibal: The Origin of Evil, he completes the series of books starring Dr. Lecter which gave rise to the television series Hannibal.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Title: Silence Of The Lambs: (Hannibal Lecter) </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">by Thomas Harris (Author),</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Publisher : Arrow Books Ltd; 1st edition (7 May 2009)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Language : English</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Paperback : 432 pages</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Available for purchase on Amazonm</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><i><b><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Happy Reading, Casa de Livro Blog</span></b></i></p>Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239638444456088394.post-52716761508037418332023-04-11T09:29:00.001-03:002023-04-11T09:29:12.184-03:00Mendeleev's dream<p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">On February 17, 1869, Russian scientist Dimitri Mendeleev faced a problem; he had been working on his work for months: "organic chemistry", then one night he fell asleep in his laboratory, something that happened regularly, that night he dreamed of seeing a table in which all the elements fit together, when he woke up from this dream. He wrote all this down on paper after three days of trying to sort the elements into families according to their chemical properties.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUIZ9Te8yn_pltQPldI96nlzyCM86C6ivLGmdJLIJRLvS_XuaErIK5IDOK5M_Dtx7msbfBnnQtbu0FVaue7qFGVBSfTj5L5CVwJaiu41zd_jIEF5JiraO9oF3SRxNU4xBOSLpZlo0otZvsIHn0AX1A15A1l48vjVkMUMK9YQwHAhnK6MF6tCSATMGm/s480/hqdefault.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="480" height="333" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUIZ9Te8yn_pltQPldI96nlzyCM86C6ivLGmdJLIJRLvS_XuaErIK5IDOK5M_Dtx7msbfBnnQtbu0FVaue7qFGVBSfTj5L5CVwJaiu41zd_jIEF5JiraO9oF3SRxNU4xBOSLpZlo0otZvsIHn0AX1A15A1l48vjVkMUMK9YQwHAhnK6MF6tCSATMGm/w445-h333/hqdefault.jpg" width="445" /></span></a></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fundamentally, what he formed was to group the elements in horizontal lines according to their increasing atomic number (the number of protons in the nucleus), starting with hydrogen, then Mendeleev, was to unite them by families in vertical columns considering the number of electrons . The dream he had made him immortal in the history of science.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b>Who was Dimitri Ivánovich Mendeléiev?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIvBs3S9Z8t1o8Y_9gev0wCbRgPcph50J-s7aeKzlfpear2GQeaGPcaBQaIB5Z4JWsmTr8kQRNsfFAo0Ms8zTmWPXhVrLJeOtz5GAu5ermgT_5OYCjzelxOujCfPlwPIedqRvIXZZt3XkRoLqHG7MB6Xu2BHXYL82cycsNwwhKumOCqDLAUi0MGRxK/s385/421e86739fb42b99b4cbc0b4fa2cbd00.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="385" data-original-width="276" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIvBs3S9Z8t1o8Y_9gev0wCbRgPcph50J-s7aeKzlfpear2GQeaGPcaBQaIB5Z4JWsmTr8kQRNsfFAo0Ms8zTmWPXhVrLJeOtz5GAu5ermgT_5OYCjzelxOujCfPlwPIedqRvIXZZt3XkRoLqHG7MB6Xu2BHXYL82cycsNwwhKumOCqDLAUi0MGRxK/w203-h284/421e86739fb42b99b4cbc0b4fa2cbd00.webp" width="203" /></a></div>Mendeléiev was born in Russia Tobolsk of Saint Petersburg, (1834 _1907) was a Russian chemist, recognized for discovering the periodic table of elements, is considered one of the fathers of modern chemistry. </span><div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><i>Article By Casa de Livro.<br />Matias</i><br /></span><p></p><div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div>Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239638444456088394.post-12147312907240637072023-04-03T17:00:00.001-03:002023-04-03T17:05:01.022-03:00Assassina Inconsciente - Graziella Moraes<p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Boa tarde leitores!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Assassina Inconsciente agora está em livro físico no Brasil.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Em Pré-venda com Menor Preço Garantido na Amazon do Brasil!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Verdade! O livro físico Assassina Inconsciente, de Graziela Moraes, chega agora ao Brasil todo.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzzS1vDCfBUNigTAaUstw00XfVY-A1SdRYpccAUGWR3gvidegwm8TB1OW8TQH-cJQi2fE8HnMNdx0ncSUGL01fMZFIuqyPO7xkFO3JYLW7pN89z1zk71YE4O_aGqAC43CoTvAFSUrIuxWATdrxL4ScRWfzbHewjQwQhyb8wY0TENneCJJY9NA5cRo9/s409/logo%20amazon.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="123" data-original-width="409" height="57" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzzS1vDCfBUNigTAaUstw00XfVY-A1SdRYpccAUGWR3gvidegwm8TB1OW8TQH-cJQi2fE8HnMNdx0ncSUGL01fMZFIuqyPO7xkFO3JYLW7pN89z1zk71YE4O_aGqAC43CoTvAFSUrIuxWATdrxL4ScRWfzbHewjQwQhyb8wY0TENneCJJY9NA5cRo9/w189-h57/logo%20amazon.png" width="189" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">O link na amazon é>> <a href="https://shre.ink/kNmM">https://shre.ink/kNmM</a></div></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilj9ZS9oIztQm_IPy8AejbuXW8PM0yDxk6RZ7Kjj3wL_WsnehNfZ7j10xSXyyAOUODHPnwZDfEJbqzlF7nnlyOpVSkeUt2MRkVWyEN3PoXKyAridiC1d6uoxKKJ_KGNpq7g4Pm41cD92_BfFNynOJPt7z9ifz0OC0GrLBfyhr-ssh4gSpl3U1DxElf/s499/assa.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="499" data-original-width="328" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilj9ZS9oIztQm_IPy8AejbuXW8PM0yDxk6RZ7Kjj3wL_WsnehNfZ7j10xSXyyAOUODHPnwZDfEJbqzlF7nnlyOpVSkeUt2MRkVWyEN3PoXKyAridiC1d6uoxKKJ_KGNpq7g4Pm41cD92_BfFNynOJPt7z9ifz0OC0GrLBfyhr-ssh4gSpl3U1DxElf/w303-h462/assa.jpg" width="303" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><p>Lembrando que neste domingo, 02 de abril 2023 às 17h, acontece Sessão de Autógrafos no Rio de Janeiro. No Botequim Restaurante , Rua Visconde de Caravelas, 22, Botafogo. E tem Roda de Samba!</p></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Assassina Inconsciente está com o selo Prime.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b>Descrição:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">O enredo em poucas palavras: descobrir se é uma assassina e porque deseja tanto voltar para a comunidade pobre. Estas são as sementes do florescer dos poderes de Camile.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Entrando no livro: ]Quem abre mão da possibilidade de ficar livre por causa da iminência de morrer numa queda? Não quem aprendeu a voar no pensamento.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Essa filosofia é da protagonista deste romance policial e de realismo mágico. A jovem, sobrinha do Dono do Morro, Bambu, tem o insight expresso acima quando está presa numa unidade socioeducativa. Está lá por ter, ainda que não lembre bem, matado seu namorado, de codinome Príncipe.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">A motivação para o homicídio está numa fala de Camile: ]Tudo é melhor do que ser odiado!] A explicação é que Príncipe confessou ter sido ele quem tirou a vida da melhor amiga da heroína, de nome artístico Carmem, exclusivamente por ela ser gay e Drag Queen.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxqhCuBtMKcEQyJajUxwlmJ8xgH61zceWstlXSRUJvairForvzk8MvjcEEhTKsYCf3zCx8JA6rrj93jqqeddVFPWeP3nkxR0qZf6VzNpEtWZ3PbIIb9pq4UinO-GCmS0Hrmzg-ZN22ewWz236v4raVtS63iBQWYSZFkXnOPnv_VZS5kAw1a9Rp0XsX/s1000/assa22.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="656" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxqhCuBtMKcEQyJajUxwlmJ8xgH61zceWstlXSRUJvairForvzk8MvjcEEhTKsYCf3zCx8JA6rrj93jqqeddVFPWeP3nkxR0qZf6VzNpEtWZ3PbIIb9pq4UinO-GCmS0Hrmzg-ZN22ewWz236v4raVtS63iBQWYSZFkXnOPnv_VZS5kAw1a9Rp0XsX/w302-h461/assa22.jpg" width="302" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">por Graziella Moraes (Autor)</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Detalhes do produto</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">ASIN : B0BXMTGV33</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Editora : Independently Published (6 março 2023)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Idioma : Português</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Capa comum : 142 páginas<br /><br />***</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Sobre o GRAZIELLA MORAES</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp8IEYxisGZp8mLs66FAHpcShhrNLkz8YHp5Aj4KPCR8vwPVtEtRV7GL0JzGI9NMMjTgIYjm_9lw54Wbbw6-SrU13dsto5WuQIXBM2K0p1DxNGQ1BgMtsw8RgBO2fkmMOeci298IK7T3tu5oSJfG4pv-TWxDtBS4mXph17KBdP3XD4Y0QkVJ5YS7i1/s600/5lu969jcho31cpe5l9pqd5lvh8._SY600_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp8IEYxisGZp8mLs66FAHpcShhrNLkz8YHp5Aj4KPCR8vwPVtEtRV7GL0JzGI9NMMjTgIYjm_9lw54Wbbw6-SrU13dsto5WuQIXBM2K0p1DxNGQ1BgMtsw8RgBO2fkmMOeci298IK7T3tu5oSJfG4pv-TWxDtBS4mXph17KBdP3XD4Y0QkVJ5YS7i1/s320/5lu969jcho31cpe5l9pqd5lvh8._SY600_.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><p>GRAZIELLA MORAES é portuguesa habitante do Rio de Janeiro. Carioca de coração e mente. Jornalista, mas descobriu seu dom na ficção. Cinematográfica. Televisiva. Literária. Roteirista dos curta metragens ¨Os Super Moleques¨, com direção de Walter Lima Junior, e ¨Estado de Alerta¨, com direção de André Mattos. Trabalhou na Tevê Globo nos seriados ¨Você Decide¨, ¨Mulher¨ e no jornalístico policial ¨Linha Direta¨. Autora dos romances ¨O Escambau¨, ¨Tutatis¨, ¨O Bem Cruel¨ e este romance policial e de realismo mágico ¨Assassina Inconsciente¨.</p></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Redes Sociais:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Linkedin - Graziella Moraes</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Instagram - @graziela5319</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Facebook - Graziela Moraes.</span></p>Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239638444456088394.post-18982456824531260452023-04-02T08:42:00.001-03:002023-04-02T08:42:02.887-03:00The Very Best of Monty Python<p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">In October 1969, the BBC broadcast the first program in a new series: Monty Python's Flying Circus, written and conceived by Graham Chapman, John Cleese, Terry Gilliam, Eric Idle, Terry Jones, and Michael Palin. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4qzuTYdDnfFqsceiXM8TpmL9kK_p-tnhsx0bwbc-ZZWReMqRkUtueHttJ1nrBBI5nm7bimom1PcGcvW1obQJJunVK1f9b1Mnro43wY2RZ0EZzIS_wUvwym9O4xd4YRkQ1a9fJAUJqAGX5GmiWo-xW0QfGnfUpWcWxLRs8wYsJRW0s_YuZJLzH5kw/s499/513RSXJ48ML._SX367_BO1,204,203,200_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="499" data-original-width="369" height="409" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4qzuTYdDnfFqsceiXM8TpmL9kK_p-tnhsx0bwbc-ZZWReMqRkUtueHttJ1nrBBI5nm7bimom1PcGcvW1obQJJunVK1f9b1Mnro43wY2RZ0EZzIS_wUvwym9O4xd4YRkQ1a9fJAUJqAGX5GmiWo-xW0QfGnfUpWcWxLRs8wYsJRW0s_YuZJLzH5kw/w303-h409/513RSXJ48ML._SX367_BO1,204,203,200_.jpg" width="303" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Through the years the six of them followed this with another 44 extremely silly programs, a German TV special, five full-length feature films, seven books, nine long-playing records, and live stage shows that toured the UK, Canada, and America. This pocket series features the very best of Monty Python: a collection of favorite sketches, gags, words, and lyrics, chosen by the members of Monty Python who have picked some of their prized bits from across the whole range of Python books, scripts, and films. Included are such memorable moments as "The French Taunt King Arthur," "The Lumberjack Song," "What Have the Romans Ever Done for Us?," "The Court Martial of Sapper Walters," "Every Sperm is Sacred," "The Man Who Talks Entirely in Anagrams," and other priceless pieces of Python humor. Accompanying these words are some two hundred images that have become synonymous with Python through three decades.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Available for purchase on Amazon</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFykVQabS7kLFNFJG0SO36LLGyfVnae42HveYdoHmeKlMT2zzfFfJlYhgodcqcvE_rNOygq61rh_0i1qXR8XEM0K32chtEbeeSgiPOtxvI_RiWNGv-9vzL-1ORLvNBYZrwKI7CuEqLRrP0yt5lkbFarPOvZPZHY2xAVxA_zeVA9Yxhf04-GjHOtWis/s409/logo%20amazon.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="123" data-original-width="409" height="96" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFykVQabS7kLFNFJG0SO36LLGyfVnae42HveYdoHmeKlMT2zzfFfJlYhgodcqcvE_rNOygq61rh_0i1qXR8XEM0K32chtEbeeSgiPOtxvI_RiWNGv-9vzL-1ORLvNBYZrwKI7CuEqLRrP0yt5lkbFarPOvZPZHY2xAVxA_zeVA9Yxhf04-GjHOtWis/s320/logo%20amazon.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">English Edition by Monty Python (Author)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Publishing company : Methuen Publishing (1 outubro 2006)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Language : Inglês</span></p>Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239638444456088394.post-76890869037141783482023-03-31T23:01:00.005-03:002023-03-31T23:03:07.470-03:00What is Ghost Writer?<p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">The ghost writer, as he is also called, is a professional paid to write texts officially signed by other people.</span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"></span></span></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjclhSepMZ2ymT-HBNwC0gqNZD_Bf-xAEJsnuCo7zBtOhNyZVzSs5RngQbeCq-b1ADJEv9qKguMzEsAORQu1fWGRV6uQ5g_eXRyp0W7_Si-6IoDXitBt6QKLaoYDEJM4fRRL7Ln1yduaonVvClxYXCgLvOetePYjD9BM3xp10A7cpR3xaQZ-8ogkCp0/s3600/hannah-olinger-NXiIVnzBwZ8-unsplash.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3600" data-original-width="2403" height="415" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjclhSepMZ2ymT-HBNwC0gqNZD_Bf-xAEJsnuCo7zBtOhNyZVzSs5RngQbeCq-b1ADJEv9qKguMzEsAORQu1fWGRV6uQ5g_eXRyp0W7_Si-6IoDXitBt6QKLaoYDEJM4fRRL7Ln1yduaonVvClxYXCgLvOetePYjD9BM3xp10A7cpR3xaQZ-8ogkCp0/w278-h415/hannah-olinger-NXiIVnzBwZ8-unsplash.jpg" width="278" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Photo By Hannah O, Unsplash</i></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Most of the time Ghost Writer is not credited for authoring the text as part of a copyright assignment agreement. The professional delivers the material that was requested, sells his rights and receives for it.</span><span style="font-family: courier;">In addition to biographies, the Ghost Writer collaborate with blogs, with texts for websites, participate in series and film scripts, write newspaper and magazine columns, chronicles, opinion articles, among other materials. There is a field full of opportunities for this professional to act.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">A permanent caution: Ghost Writer needs to be responsible for not disclosing that content as its own.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">But now you must be thinking that the services of this professional will not impact your business. Big mistake.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">It can help a lot. Now we are going to highlight 4 benefits for your business when relying on the services of a Ghost Writer in a communication strategy or B2B content marketing.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Time saving</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">“I don't have time to write. What do I do?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">You may have heard that phrase from a co-worker of yours, haven't you?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Or rather, you yourself must be one of the thousands of professionals who claim more time in their work routine. Claim more than fair!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Not having space in your schedule to dedicate yourself to writing content is, for many, an effect of a stressful routine and overloaded with other tasks.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">There are numerous meetings, emails, videoconferences, visits to clients, among other activities. All require a lot of attention and take a lot of time.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Most people present in offices, or now, in the home office, adopted en masse by companies as a measure of social isolation, are unable to fit into their schedule a space to produce texts that require a lot of verification work.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Therefore, consider that in addition to not having time to devote to content marketing, there are few who know the techniques of writing, and even less, who do not master methods such as SEO, keywords, mental triggers and much more, which in fact require a specialized professional.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Not having enough time to write and a lack of technical expertise play a huge part in the quality of content marketing. These are basic premises and insisting on doing without them is a very serious mistake.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">To make the text interesting for the reader and, of course, for him to perform the action of reading and interacting, it is necessary to take all these requirements into account.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Therefore, it is recommended to leave this activity to the Ghost Writer, who will have the time and skills to create and deliver the necessary content.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">It is also a form of prospecting</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Having someone technical to do this content marketing work will help you gain more time to prospect clients, study new areas of activity and create intelligent processes.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">And the more you rely on the service of a Ghost Writer, the more chances your business will experience growth.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">The ghost writer's work itself is a form of prospecting. Because it is an extremely strategic activity, it allows an article or ebook to end up being a channel to generate conversions and leads for your company.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">brand recognition</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">The ghost writer also helps companies in the development and brand recognition, more efficiently and quickly.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">If before you could find space in your schedule to create relevant content once a quarter, or once a month, when you were really lucky, with a ghost writer you can speed up the process of spreading your brand story.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Increasing the frequency of disclosures increases awareness in front of your target audience and can help create engagement with this audience.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">While leaders need time to manage the business, the Ghost Writer needs time to write.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Made by a "ghost", but it's authentic</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">It's time to talk about the myth that permeates common sense and that many insist on reproducing: the Ghost Writer's work is not authentic.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">This debate always comes up again. And it is not so difficult to understand the reasons that lead to such distrust.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Imagine a screenwriter who built up a solid fan base, and when passing on the task of writing to someone else, the public will realize that it is not their favorite writer and this will generate discomfort in these people, who have stopped following their author in the sequence. The same happens with soap opera authors and so on.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">It is natural for managers to think alike. But this is the time for you to reassure yourself!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Ghost Writers! This codename may scare a lot of people away, but don't be put off by the nickname.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">A good professional Ghost Writer works closely with their clients, identifying tone of voice and other peculiar speech characteristics and unifying them in all writings.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Those who work with the Ghost Writer service understand that this is an authentic way of doing their job and there is no other way to go.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">I hope you are less worried from now on!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Finally, many professionals simply cannot translate their ideas into words.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">The art of writing needs to be in the hands of a good professional.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Managers should only be concerned with their strengths, whether it's leading their company in emerging markets, developing products, or even mentoring their team.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Most people don't realize it, but hiring a ghost writer has many benefits for your business. Leave the writing in the hands of these professionals. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: large;">Good Reading,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sidney Matias</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-size: large;">Casa de Livro </span></span></p>Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239638444456088394.post-20858667087206681432023-03-31T20:27:00.002-03:002023-03-31T20:27:43.484-03:00 What are the rarest books in the world?<p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Check out the 5 rarest books in the world</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">The rarest books in the world are considered valuable examples, but they can also be extremely expensive because of this special character.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b>1) Codex Leicester</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuD0rPUbxn6jXUkYwE0rH2Ad8UgoBy_Mb7iAotcy1S-lf-XD9T1WXg2Ds0ZcLgCfzKkBoaBV49T74jqqTyaePDxsbuULLL_HhpZ46HDHVoitkG7Ku_Gosiubx3DcvxhYVjjVvcDfGmF0dc8GXwiDonKnN8ag0N1q8A_VVhOsJPWUTTqwftFLOPeIGt/s1094/homem-vitruviano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1094" data-original-width="932" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuD0rPUbxn6jXUkYwE0rH2Ad8UgoBy_Mb7iAotcy1S-lf-XD9T1WXg2Ds0ZcLgCfzKkBoaBV49T74jqqTyaePDxsbuULLL_HhpZ46HDHVoitkG7Ku_Gosiubx3DcvxhYVjjVvcDfGmF0dc8GXwiDonKnN8ag0N1q8A_VVhOsJPWUTTqwftFLOPeIGt/w368-h432/homem-vitruviano.jpg" width="368" /></a></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">The most expensive book in the world is Leonardo da Vinci's Codex Leicester. In November 1994, the work was sold to billionaire Bill Gates for the current value of R$ 30 million, thus becoming the most valuable work in the entire world.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">In summary, this work consists of a collection of da Vinci's collections and scientific writings. However, it ranges from the inventor's observations in relation to astronomy to analyzes of the properties of water, air and celestial light.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXEgzc38b71g2qqRJAUvtEnN0h08nyoWlh-NkSKNPV76vCVUPf89FhrZApdYvDJ8NNLzFCtRrNh_k0J_CLRkiODuYbhZwelP8MugjvB67GRoXCECgjR-HNfP0WC4auprKN6DyvWgENrsE75YLCEY7bNRO3FiyZf7oq83uv713tCkz_k_1l_ySzoT1v/s810/codex-leicester-capa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="810" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXEgzc38b71g2qqRJAUvtEnN0h08nyoWlh-NkSKNPV76vCVUPf89FhrZApdYvDJ8NNLzFCtRrNh_k0J_CLRkiODuYbhZwelP8MugjvB67GRoXCECgjR-HNfP0WC4auprKN6DyvWgENrsE75YLCEY7bNRO3FiyZf7oq83uv713tCkz_k_1l_ySzoT1v/w554-h308/codex-leicester-capa.jpg" width="554" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"><p>Therefore, it brings together much of the scientific knowledge and notes of the Renaissance genius. Interestingly, it was written in the opposite direction, with the help of a mirror, so that it would not be easily decoded and the ideas would not be stolen.</p></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b>2) Magna Carta</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">The copy of Magna Carta Libertatum was bought at auction for more than 20 million euros. In this sense, it is a letter written by the Archbishop of Canterbury defending peace between King John of England and the rebel barons who opposed the government of that monarchical representative.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv-OOjf7ZUd6M6OTmJhPj5j-fDBZdnI06NpClqdgKbQyGd8IezCVvRcNsvOPoSLg5JJuiuh_hsSLAuTM251HOdJxDIXHNLhT3207FL95bWFiTkbNYkXI5tQw5rPT4VV9mEIN7hlm_3ow2SRSjdDe5O1SKBu-yboHQuIP6zfT2QnINHIEQ5-YZImEqW/s880/article39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="380" data-original-width="880" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv-OOjf7ZUd6M6OTmJhPj5j-fDBZdnI06NpClqdgKbQyGd8IezCVvRcNsvOPoSLg5JJuiuh_hsSLAuTM251HOdJxDIXHNLhT3207FL95bWFiTkbNYkXI5tQw5rPT4VV9mEIN7hlm_3ow2SRSjdDe5O1SKBu-yboHQuIP6zfT2QnINHIEQ5-YZImEqW/w515-h222/article39.jpg" width="515" /></a></div><b style="font-family: courier; font-size: x-large;"><p><b>3) Gospel of Henry the Lion</b></p></b><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">This book was specially planned by the Duke of Saxony, also known as Henry the Lion. In this sense, it was created to be placed on the altar of the Virgin Mary, being a true masterpiece of romantic illustrations from the 12th century, as it contains numerous pages decorated by hand.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixgJyJBVGIkaN2uzNm-MrRVicH6Locsss5w5fafDo5SzWjr_5b-QySkRXt5S5HnvxOMGKkm0S6WvgWW_H-DefPTA2CMSXKi38y9ySYhoOdJVYkkL_m62I6cMP59fVJIepfTtk6nLDsFge1LM_TlQUGRtvzFViA4VpNsGRB1Eq-dgxy8XznQyRx3dJ8/s2100/gospels-henry-lion-facsimile-edition-09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1400" data-original-width="2100" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixgJyJBVGIkaN2uzNm-MrRVicH6Locsss5w5fafDo5SzWjr_5b-QySkRXt5S5HnvxOMGKkm0S6WvgWW_H-DefPTA2CMSXKi38y9ySYhoOdJVYkkL_m62I6cMP59fVJIepfTtk6nLDsFge1LM_TlQUGRtvzFViA4VpNsGRB1Eq-dgxy8XznQyRx3dJ8/w432-h288/gospels-henry-lion-facsimile-edition-09.jpg" width="432" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">The original example is estimated to have sold at auction for over £8.1 million. The work is currently being preserved in Germany.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b>4) Book of Psalms of the Bay</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Another of the rarest books in the world is the Book of Psalms of Bahia. In summary, it is the first book printed in American territory, more specifically in the year 1640. Interestingly, there are 11 copies of this book known, one of which was sold for R$ 26.4 million about 3 years ago.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b>5) Gospel of Saint Cuthbert</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Also known as “Saint John's Gospel”, the copy with Latin words is original from the 7th century. In this sense, it is one of the 7 rarest books in the world because it is the oldest intact manuscript in the history of Europe. It is estimated that it sold in 2012 for over $14.2 million to the British Library.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Also known as the Gospel of St. Cuthbert, this work has a special hand-decorated leather binding. Specifically, it consists of 94 handwritten sheets on vellum, a type of satin parchment with high value since antiquity.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Would you have the courage to disburse these figures to obtain these books?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">What was the most expensive book you ever bought?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">We, here at the Blog, prefer promotions and the good old used book SEBO.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Good reading,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">March 31, 2023</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><i>Article by, Sidney Matias</i></span></p>Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1239638444456088394.post-75849071804962099332023-03-30T07:38:00.001-03:002023-03-30T07:38:11.413-03:00 Five important tips to improve your creative writing<p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">It is possible to work on and improve creative writing, even if it seems to be something totally intuitive.</span></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="5184" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_yUwa7WqfmPhXhMPWYfKgIVhhJi1UG5292VGtkMIhs6utJjxnmXTqDmu80VC81_2POmll44SbuDjLgeetqRi26fCQopda3CBkOmJn0ri8sDj6yRrIwsTwORl98iAqbB46RfqTNnE9FTywf8yfYETm4OZ5vdk4bB5q8wlals6hqi78xbboDET86xJN/w474-h316/unseen-studio-s9CC2SKySJM-unsplash.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="474" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Photo By Unseen Studio na Unsplash</span></td></tr></tbody></table></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_yUwa7WqfmPhXhMPWYfKgIVhhJi1UG5292VGtkMIhs6utJjxnmXTqDmu80VC81_2POmll44SbuDjLgeetqRi26fCQopda3CBkOmJn0ri8sDj6yRrIwsTwORl98iAqbB46RfqTNnE9FTywf8yfYETm4OZ5vdk4bB5q8wlals6hqi78xbboDET86xJN/s5184/unseen-studio-s9CC2SKySJM-unsplash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></span></div><span style="font-family: courier;"><p><span style="font-size: large;">Check out, in the text below, tips to improve your texts, improve techniques and even start producing creative narratives.</span></p></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b><i>1. Read more</i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Advice 10 out of 10 lists tips for anyone wanting to improve their creative writing. We all know that there is no good writer who is not a good reader, it is impossible to sustain good writing if you do not have the habit of reading.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">In order not to go unnoticed and superficial, we added some other tips to the reading tip: avoid distractions, no matter how difficult it may be, disconnect from social networks, turn off your cell phone, Netflix and create a reading routine.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">For those who don't have the habit, don't think it's hard to create this routine. You don't dedicate yourself for 40, 50 minutes to watch a series? Don't have those 10 minutes of random Instagram browsing? So, just by eliminating these “habits”, you have already freed up 60 minutes of your day for reading.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">If that sounds too extreme for you, why not start committing to 5 pages a day? Make it until it becomes a routine and, when you least realize it, the few pages turn into considerable minutes a day.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b><i>2. Practice writing freely</i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Among writers there is a method known as free writing or automatic writing. This methodology is very similar to brainstorming, however, instead of writing just ideas or words that come to mind, a complete text is produced here.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">To optimize the free writing process, you can determine the format of the text, for example: a short story. Automatically, without thinking too much, just letting it flow, you produce a story that comes to mind naturally.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b><i>3. Get out of your comfort zone</i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">One way to improve your creative writing is to unlock new skills. Creativity is also associated with production diversity, how about experimenting with new styles?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">It's all too easy to get stuck in a creative writing style that we've mastered, but do you see how limiting that can be? Trying to produce new styles can not only show us new talents, but also improve those we already know.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b><i>4. Write it all down</i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Always have pen and paper or a text application handy so that no insight goes unnoticed. As much as it may seem like a “silly idea” at the time, it can be of great value in the future.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">These ideas that come “out of nowhere” seem like something that was dormant and, when we least expect it, they come to the surface, so don't leave it aside, the more ideas, the better.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">In addition to having more ideas to work on, your writing process will be much faster, after all, you will be practicing transforming thoughts into texts.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b><i>5. stimulate inspiration</i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Inspiration is always seen as something natural, that comes and goes without us having control over it. But not quite.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">You can create the right environment for inspiration to come to you, create situations for it to come easily.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">All these tips already given are propelling for you to have more inspirations. Other ways to attract her are to work in a conducive environment without distractions. Good music also helps a lot, it can be that sound that helps you focus and clear your mind.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Having your notes at hand, practicing constant exercises, all of this helps to avoid creative blockage, so a free mind is much more conducive to inspiration.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">So, put some of these tips into practice so you don't wait for inspiration to fall from the sky.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Remember to always adapt to your reality and try new things.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Do you already follow any of these advice? What do you do to practice creative writing? Tell us in the comments.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">March 30, 2023</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Artigo By Sidney Matias</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Casa de Liro Blog</span></p>Casa de Livrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15937986132713576922noreply@blogger.com1