Olaf Hajek

"I have come to the conclusion that I am the decisive element. It is my personal approach that creates the climate. It is my daily mood that makes the weather."

Johann Van Goethe

Embracing the Way, you become embraced;
Breathing gently, you become newborn;
Clearing your mind, you become clear;
Nurturing your children, you become impartial;
Opening your heart, you become accepted;
Accepting the world, you embrace the Way.

Bearing and nurturing,
Creating but not owning,
Giving without demanding,
This is harmony.

"

Tao Te Ching, Harmony

AMO-TE

                       Obrigado Mário pela a foto.

"We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out."

 Ray Bradbury



''Nós somos copos, e estamos a ser cheios constantemente e silenciosamente. O truque é, saber como dar-nos um toque a nós próprios e deixar todas as coisas bonitas para fora.''



PS: Aprendam inglês.

Só uma Ressaca.

*Tudo o que está escrito, pela a minha pessoa neste momento, não está inteiramente na percepção da realidade mais ''certa'' no ver de certas pessoas.*

Mas..
Mas..
Mas..
Mas neste momento consigo colar, perder-me num momento sem preocupações, com as colunas a bombar Sublime enquanto divago no fundo do meu pensamento que está tão perdido como a minha pessoa.

Perdido num inter-estrelar de preocupações, emoções, desejos e por muito mais que lute, ilusões.

Dou-me tudo, mas tudo não chega. Persistente como o Samba diz, mas é a minha maneira de ser.
Uma maneira de ser talvez desajeitada para muitos e muitas vezes, eu sei que sentem inveja, porque vejo por trás desse odeio e máscaras inúteis na tentativa de serem alguém.
Não sei, se hei-de de levar o meu estado como uma dádiva ou um defeito total, mas sei que ao estar assim tenho momento de iluminação. Momentos de verdadeira revolução pessoal.

Afinal, temos sempre de parar e pensar por menos uma vez.
Falta muito disso.

Voltando ao assunto, como falei atrás de defeitos, tenho de declarar que nem tudo é bom. Ou Admitir.
Mas esse negativo é compensado pelo o lado espiritual positivo, em que me encontro neste momento.
Este lado, sou eu.(?)

O Leo sem barreiras com a criatividade a borbulhar dentro dele como se fosse uma bomba andante, á espera que um papel e uma caneta apareçam á frente ou mesmo um baixo e um amplificador.

Vêm.. Completamente a divagar.
Só tenho de desabafar mais uma coisa..
Pessoas são umas Ovelhas.

Sou só uma parodia do que eu queria ser.
E se falo comigo, só me conto mentiras.
Quero gritar até os meus pulmões cair.
Perco-me nas matas da loucura a procura da minha casa sanidade.

Sorte ? ! - Pura Prisão

Acordo e deparo-me com tudo, dou-me por perplexo com a vastidão de sono que toda a gente tem e não só eu.
Cansaço, de ter e de ter de ser, algo. Fazer pela vida como dizem, e EU junto-me.
Dou por mim, dando conta quão cansado e podre que estou.
Farto de uma vida, que como me disseram hoje ''sem sorte nenhuma''.
Nem quero sorte num sentido egoísta, mas que má sorte que este mundo têm.
Que má sorte de ter uma raça como nós. Que passamos a vida a lutar uns com os outros, a ter discussões, a ferir-nos para alcançar materiais, a matar por mais, capazes de arrastar-te e sufocar-te.
Nem nos damos conta, principalmente depois de um dia de tentarmos ser algo, que somos todos uma união e todos os materiais que tanto amamos e confiamos todos os dias são uma PURA de uma ILUSÃO.

Então PORQUÊ?


PORQUÊ?



PORQUÊ?!


Eu passo-me com isto, revejo tudo, mato-me por uma pura e simples palavra, que torna-me a pessoa que sou e que quer o BEM. (E nunca vou deixar de ser.)
Porquê? Porquê que não acordamos?! Porquê que não nos amamos?! Porquê que seguimos esta estrada que nenhum bem nos fará?!

Perdi a toda a fé num mundo cheio de ódio.
Estou preso entre dar um murro em alguém e por uma bala na minha cabeça e deixar esta Raça merdosa.
Preso, e não me digam que sou livre, porque não sou.
Quem fez este penitenciaria, que é porca como uma centopeia.

Mas estou farto, e se olhares bem nos meus olhos vais ver a revolta acumulada.
Mas dou-vos mais um aviso..

Um dia. Vocês vão acordar. E se não acordarem, eu vou-vos por a nadar contra a corrente. 

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                   YOU


...fiquei sem paciência...
...sem vontade...
...farto...
...ADEUS...

BIRTH OF A FISH

Eyedea. Micheal Larsen (November 9, 1981 – October 16, 2010)

Ha Ha... Ha Ha... ha ha… it is kind of a funny story
He lives in a four by two glass box
It reminds me of my head
I wish my floor would have rocks,
But it's covered with puddles instead
If I could be him, life would be great
I could erase this permanent frown
I wouldn't even be held down by my own weight
I woke up walked to the tank to hear his thoughts on yesterday
How was it? I asked
And after a tap on the glass
He looked my way, then gave me this depressed expression
Impressed, it's best just to say
Besides the tides and the grey skies, it was okay
And I said Hey mister fish you get all that you wish
You've got, nothin' to complain about while hangin' out in this bitch
Well he replied, While existence is bliss, there's so much that you miss
Besides get off the trip, happiness is just a myth.
I said Livin' in water is extremely more peaceful than
Life confined to a mind, blinded by the evil
And forced to see through these two peep holes
It seems I’ve redeemed freedom, not being limited by walls but
That only means I qualify as ground for the sky when it falls
That only means I qualify as ground for the sky when it falls
That only means I qualify as ground for the sky when it falls
That only means I qualify as ground for the sky when it falls
But Mr. Fish just laughed as I went on and on and on
So I interrupted his chuckle, puttin’ up a middle finger
And he boldly told me it's too bad I'm such a thinker
So arrogantly I asked, How could someone think too much?
He added that insanity lingers and thoughts brought me to the brink of such
He said, You live inside a head that reminds me of my glass box
And everyone's the same; all brains are contained by your reality framed
And chained, to with the rain, its trained hard not to change
And once you see what I've explained you hit the jackpot
And at that very moment it was like my eyes really opened
The air that previously surrounded me was now an ocean
Still totally invisible except for minor pieces of debris
Then Mr. Fish pushed up to the glass and he looked just like me
My whole world spun around, I didn't understand
But I realized I was no longer a man
So I thought about what he said
And asked him what was going on
And he said, you didn't know it but you where the fish all along
He said, congratulations, you did it, you broke free
You're just a fish like the rest of humanity
Now it took me a long time to get adjusted to this tank
But now I know what I am, and so to that man I give thanks
I've always lived inside this glass box that reminds him of his head
It just goes to show ya that your mind is your own monster
Reality's what you make it, if you take it away
You’re just a fish, like me, swimming in the powdered water.

No way, No how, we forget what we've seen.

What's stopping us from flying free?

What a beautiful world, so fragile and fertile
Pain filled the void when boy met girl
He’s a puppet to nature, one year later
Now so deeply and sickly in love it makes him hate her
The average romanticized American relationship
Sinks, capsized when either side becomes a slave to it
Conditioned, dependent, afraid to be alone
He needs that feeling that he can’t create all on his own
He despises the fact she has a life outside of him
It drives him crazy to think she’s not insanely consumed with him
Give her the guilt-trip and maybe she’ll quit living,
To stay behind his prison walls and lose all individualism
Well this is happiness, masochistic torture
Played by the decadent, craved of affection
The needle digs deep to push contentment through his bloodstream
And drown out hollow, the pothole of a junkie
If he could only hear her sing, he
wouldn’t want to break her wings
But emptiness has such a warm, subtle sting
She makes up for what he lacks, trapped,
He can’t imagine life without someone like that


We’ve rediscovered the long-lost art of dying
Only to lonely resent angels for flying
Twisted, living off of each other’s sickness like parasites
This is paradise

We’ve rediscovered the long-lost art of dying
Only to lonely resent angels for flying
Addicted, afraid to take control of my own life
This is paradise

What a beautiful world, emotionally destroyed
Her became plural when girl met boy
Between several breakups and plenty relapses
Routine bred-comfort led to serious attachment
Now every once in a while she forgets to breathe
Terrified of losing him, paradise is misery
Too much faith in the life-saving knight in shining armour
Now her knight’s noticing the scars she can’t hide any longer
But they were her story way before he was
It was gross hope to think he could heal such deep cuts
At first it felt so right but after one too many fights,
He turned out that hallway light and all
the wonder turned to spite
So they sleep in the same bed with guns to each others’ heads
Dead the romance, boiling the blood that painted roses red
Suffering from post-honeymoon disease, bleached through
His whole existence, she’ll die if he decides to leave
Addicted to the way she feels when they spend time together
Detouring the now in a childish attempt to find forever
Despite the fact they hold each other heart to heart
You can’t be that close to somebody without being so far apart




Silence, the most obscure sound I’ve ever heard
Those lonely, giant spaces in between your every word
And maybe, I’m totally crazy for holding on but
Just cus I’m insane, don’t mean that I’m wrong
Now that you’re gone I can’t sleep at night
I barely even function right, my memory’s on overdrive
Too hungry and too cold to cry
Miss the companionship I once took for granted
The way you helped me manage, the partnership that vanished
But I don’t expect you to stay chained by the ankle,
There’s so much world to see so, fly free my angel
I’m dying without you, but it’s teaching me to live
Heaven ain’t something someone else can give
It’s all inside of me


There’s so much world to see
What’s stopping you from flying free?

by Eyedea & Abilities, ''Paradise''

WE WANT FREEDOM

Perhaps the way to meet tomorrow’s challenges is not to use yesterday’s solutions, but to dare to think the previously unthinkable, to speak the previously unspeakable, and to try that which was previously out of the question. — Neale Donald Walsch

Quando o Mundo, está em Paz.