But this day is also important to me, because today would have been my dear grandmother Isaura’s birthday; she passed away at the same age I am now, which is why I didn’t want to celebrate my birthday. I felt that this year wouldn’t be a good one, and even though we’re already halfway through it, my fears have been confirmed. It really hasn’t been a good year. There have been many difficulties faced and many battles fought—many won, to be sure. But considering that my army has only one soldier—me—while the enemy cowardly has multiple resources and presents itself in a thousand and one ways and forms! I do not consider myself defeated; on the contrary, with this disparity in resources, the enemy must feel ashamed!
Neste carrocel da vida, damos voltas e mais voltas, pensamos que estamos a evoluir e afinal nunca saímos do mesmo lugar. Aparecem-nos uns bonecos engraçados - aparentemente - mas é só para nos baralhar os sentidos! Acreditem! A música escolhida para banda sonora deste post "My Ugly Boy" da banda Skunk Anansie, assenta aqui que nem uma luva. Quem vê caras não vê corações e, eu tenho visto uns corações muito feios. É uma música com bom ritmo mas com uma letra horrífica, mas dedico-a a um "menino", neste Dia Mundial da Criança, mimado, cuja vida sempre foi fácil e não tem a noção das dificuldades da maioria das pessoas!
On this merry-go-round of life, we go round and round, thinking we’re moving forward, but in the end we never leave the same spot. Some funny little figures pop up—or so it seems—but it’s just to confuse our senses! Believe me! The song chosen as the soundtrack for this post, “My Ugly Boy” by Skunk Anansie, fits here like a glove. You can’t judge a book by its cover, and I’ve seen some very ugly hearts. It’s a song with a good beat but horrendous lyrics, but I dedicate it to a spoiled “boy” on this World Children’s Day, whose life has always been easy and who has no idea of the hardships most people face!
Quero dizer a este "menino" que o trabalho que desenvolve na internet interessa a quem? Às pessoas da minha localidade e de outras (às da minha interessarão certamente) que interesse tem? NENHUM! Quem vê esse trabalho? As elites onde se move? Claro, são sempre os mesmos, por isso eu fui "apagada". Nem sei como o classificar sem ter uma revolta nas entranhas! Passar o dia a fazer bonecos e a a maltratar mulheres indefesas, é assim que se satisfaz? Que desilusão, mas a bem dizer a minha intuição sempre me disse isso! Arrogante, vaidoso, fraco, falso e perigoso! Não quero nada de si, a não ser distância e a resposta a uma pergunta:
PORQUÊ?
I want to ask this “boy”: who cares about the work he does online? What interest does it hold for people in my town and elsewhere (it certainly interests those in mine)? NONE! Who sees this work? The elites he moves in with? Of course, it’s always the same people—that’s why I was “erased.” I don’t even know how to describe it without feeling a surge of rage in my gut! Spending the day making puppets and mistreating defenseless women—is that how you find satisfaction? What a disappointment, but to be honest, my intuition always told me that! Arrogant, vain, weak, fake, and dangerous! I want nothing from you, except distance and the answer to one question:
WHY?
🎈🎈🎈 FELIZ DIA MUNDIAL DA CRIANÇA!🎈🎈🎈
🎈🎈🎈 HAPPY WORLD CHILDREN'S DAY!🎈🎈🎈
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CQ6WFUNwRUs&list=RDCQ6WFUNwRUs&start_radio=1
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Agradecimento/Thanks to: Carrocel do Mickey
"O bater de asas de uma borboleta pode provocar um furacão do outro lado do mundo"
“The flutter of a butterfly's wings can trigger a hurricane on the other side of the world”
Let’s take a closer look at the name of the shopping center, “Soul Shopping,” and consider how we might interpret the combination of these two words. On the one hand, the word “Soul” evokes something sacred. For Catholics, every human being is endowed with a soul and is destined for eternal bliss. In Spiritism (I find this interpretation more accurate), the soul is the incarnated spirit; the soul survives the body and, in each life, continues to improve until it reaches perfection. From this point on, the soul will no longer incarnate, thus gaining eternal life.
As for the interpretation of modern science, some scientists have been trying to find evidence of the existence and nature of the human soul, but there is still no scientific proof of its existence. Neuroscience and recent discoveries in quantum physics regarding the properties of matter have opened up new avenues for study and the formulation of hypotheses that, until very recently, were mere science fiction theories. Let us say that the study of the human soul focuses on the study of the mind.
As for the other word: “Shopping”—we might ask ourselves how a word that evokes the sacred (Soul) can be paired with another that has such a mundane meaning: a place where people shop, consume, and indulge in trivialities—a place where the human soul is subjected to so many temptations, in short, a place of spiritual ruin! Is this meant to be provocative?
I agree with the consumerist view, not with the view that it leads to the ruin of souls! If we think about it, consumption can be a form of solidarity. How? When we consume, we’re contributing to the economy; we’re paying wages and generating profits for companies; we’re increasing domestic consumption and contributing to the country’s growth. If there are people—or souls—who idolize money and barely eat just to save it and build a mountain of cash in the bank, those people are a disaster for the economy.
I know people are always talking about responsible and mindful consumption, but unfortunately, even responsible consumption isn’t enough to save the planet and restore its balance. You know the environmentalists’ slogan: “There is no Planet B.” So how do we strike this balance? Family incomes and livelihoods versus the environment and ecological balance!
Conclusion: If we want a healthy planet Earth, this must be achieved by reducing the population and consumption. I ask: who wants to go back to the Stone Age? Any volunteers? Don’t give me that nonsense! Because no one is willing to give up their comfort!
Nesta luta pelo planeta qualquer consumo de texteis em Portugal pode provocar um furacão nos Estados Unidos! - Efeito borboleta! Preparem-se para mudar tudo o que vocês são e foram, o planeta B está à distância de um furacão! Como banda sonora deste post escolhi, mais uma vez, uma canção dos Muse: "Butterflies and Hurricanes"!
In this fight for the planet, any purchase of textiles in Portugal could trigger a hurricane in the United States! – The butterfly effect! Get ready to change everything you are and have been—Planet B is just a hurricane away! As the soundtrack for this post, I’ve chosen, once again, a song by Muse: “Butterflies and Hurricanes”!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nG1sMfOOvUk&list=RDnG1sMfOOvUk&start_radio=1
Tradução: DeepL.com (free version)
É com enorme desilusão que vivo este dia de mentira e engano! Se houve um dia em que eu própria quis fazer um novo 25 de Abril, isto quando eu ainda achava que era possível!
It is with profound disappointment that I experience this day of lies and deceit! If there was ever a time when I myself wanted to create a new April 25th—back when I still believed it was possible!
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Agora e depois, do que vivi, senti e aprendi tenho muitas dúvidas sobre esta madrugada que transformaria o país. Muito mudou, mas a mordaça e paradoxalmente a bufaria continuam, agora de forma invisível. O medo continua. A hipoteca da casa e dos carros são agora usadas para escravizar o povo sem algemas visíveis. O medo de perder a casa, os carros, os colégios dos filhos, A bufaria, para quem não se submete a uma escravidão hipotecária, faz fila na porta dos chefes. Festejem, festejem este dia de subserviência pois sois escravos sem saber!
Now, after what I have lived through, felt, and learned, I have many doubts about this dawn that was supposed to transform the country. Much has changed, but the gag and, paradoxically, the intimidation continue, now in an invisible form. The fear remains. Mortgages on homes and cars are now used to enslave the people without visible shackles. The fear of losing one’s home, cars, and children’s schools. The sniping—for those who do not submit to mortgage slavery—lines up at the bosses’ doors. Celebrate, celebrate this day of subservience, for you are slaves without even knowing it!
Esta madrugada, cujos intervenientes foram meros actores de algo que já estava previamente encenado e os heróis escolhidos, foi apenas um baralhar de jogo e voltar a dar. São sempre os mesmos qualquer que seja o regime, acreditem! A escravidão continua e a mordaça também. A tirania do Estado , dito agora democrático, perante os seus cidadãos continua, mas de uma forma mais refinada, subtil ou invísivel se querem dito desta forma!
This early morning, in which the participants were mere actors in a play that had already been scripted and the heroes chosen, was nothing more than shuffling the deck and dealing the cards again. It’s always the same people, no matter the regime—believe me! Slavery continues, and so does the gag. The tyranny of the state—now called democratic—toward its citizens continues, but in a more refined, subtle, or even invisible way, if you will!
As the soundtrack for this post, which reveals my deep disappointment with my country, I’ve chosen a foreign song. On a day like this, I should have chosen a Portuguese singer, but since the new generation of Portuguese singers are the ones whose parents drove them to and from school, they know little about life; just a few greenhouse flowers, then. they’re a bit numb or domed, as Muse sings in the song “The Handler”!
A tile mural created by students from schools in Montemor-o-Velho, finally revealing the source of my big disappointment!
"I won't let you control my feelings anymoreAnd I will no longer do as I am toldAnd I am no longer afraid to walk aloneLet me go, let me beI am escaping from your gripYou will never own me again, yeah, yeah"
Há um crime sem castigo e uma criminosa impune!
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Olá! Bem-vindos! Este lugar onde me encontro chama-se Praia Fluvial dos Olhos da Fervença. Este post é sobre os olhos e a visão das coisas. Por isso acho que o nome deste lugar não poderia ser melhor escolhido. O que vos vou contar nunca foi contado a ninguém, trata-se da história de uns óculos. Não uns óculos quaisquer, mas uns bem especiais, pois eles permitem enxergar o que mais ninguém enxerga. São de aros vermelhos e, apesar, de eu na época não necessitar de óculos para ver, eles têm super poderes. Foram comprados para usar num dos dias mais importantes da História recente do meu país, o Dia 25 de Abril, o dia da Liberdade!
Hello! Welcome! This place where I am is called River Beach of the Eyes of Fervents. This post is about eyes and seeing things. That's why I think the name of this place couldn't be better chosen. What I'm going to tell you has never been told to anyone before. It's the story of a pair of glasses. Not just any glasses, but very special ones, because they allow you to see what no one else can see. They have red frames and, although I didn't need glasses to see at the time, they have superpowers. They were bought to be worn on one of the most important days in my country's recent history, 25th April, Freedom Day!
Nesta foto, teria uns 36-7 anos de idade, não sei bem precisar. Foi uma fase da minha vida - e única - em que usei o cabelo curto. Gostei, mas não repetiria. Estou a desviar-me do tema do post que são estes óculos e não o cabelo, portanto vamos ao que interessa, que é a história destes óculos vermelhos!
In this photo, I would have been around 36-37 years old, I'm not sure exactly. It was a phase in my life - and the only one - when I wore my hair short. I liked it, but I wouldn't do it again. I'm straying from the topic of this post, which is these glasses and not my hair, so let's get down to business, which is the story of these red glasses!
To tell you the story of these glasses, I have to mention a 15th-century Portuguese painting. It is on display at the Museum of Ancient Art in Lisbon. It is a treasure of Portuguese painting, consisting of six panels depicting various strata of society at the time, from the clergy to the royal family and knights.
‘Don't reject a science you don't know from the outset’
Alcina Lameiras
Eu ainda vou mais longe, vocês quando estudaram no secundário, tiveram uma disciplina chamada Filosofia. Esta disciplina tinha como objectivo, não só estudar a história do pensamento, mas também tinha como objectivo e, talvez o principal, "ensinar" a pensar, a ter um espírito crítico perante a vida. Devem com certeza lembrar-se que estudaram a Dúvida Metódica de Descartes, e o que é que sgnifica isto?
"É um procedimento racionalista e radical que visa eliminar falsas crenças para encontrar um conhecimento inabalável e seguro, tomando a dúvida como ferramenta e não como um fim!"
Sinto que não consigo guardá-lo.
Está bem dentro de mim e sei que está fora de controlo.»
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uQh96d0phbw&list=RDuQh96d0phbw&start_radio=1
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