Traduzido do italiano, pois o Expresso que refere o discurso do Papa hoje, não cita isto:
“Ucrânia: Papa, negociar é a única coisa razoável a fazer
"Se olharmos a realidade com objetividade, considerando os danos que cada dia de guerra traz para aquela população, mas também para o mundo inteiro, a única coisa razoável a fazer seria parar e negociar". Assim falou o Papa Francisco depois do Angelus. "Que a sabedoria inspire passos concretos para a paz" na Ucrânia".
Deambulando por Lisboa e descobrindo belezas desconhecidas ou esquecidas, todas "à mão de semear".
Veem-se nas fotos imagens da estação do metro do Campo Pequeno. As muitas esculturas femininas, do escultor Francisco Simões, quase se confundem com as mulheres reais, como também se vê na foto, de pé ou sentadas ali, como as estátuas.
Poema do grande mestre budista Thich Nhat Hanh no dia do seu passamento.
Call Me by My True Names, by Thich Nhat Hanh
Do not say that I'll depart tomorrow
because even today I still arrive.
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Look deeply: I arrive in every second
to be a bud on a spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with wings still fragile,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.
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I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
in order to fear and to hope.
The rhythm of my heart is the birth and
death of all that are alive.
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I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river,
and I am the bird which, when spring comes, arrives in time
to eat the mayfly.
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I am the frog swimming happily in the clear pond,
and I am also the grass-snake who, approaching in silence,
feeds itself on the frog.
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I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks,
and I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to Uganda.
,
I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea pirate,
and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving.
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I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my hands,
and I am the man who has to pay his "debt of blood" to, my people,
dying slowly in a forced labor camp.
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My joy is like spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom in all walks of life.
My pain if like a river of tears, so full it fills the four oceans.
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Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and laughs at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.
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Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up,
and so the door of my heart can be left open,
the door of compassion.
—Thich Nhat Hanh
