If I speak in the tongues of men and angels...
9 de dez. de 2008
Quem me conhece de verdade sabe que eu gosto de poesia. Nunca tive talento nenhum para escrevê-las, e raramente eu consigo declamá-las sem destruir com elas, mas ainda assim, gosto.
Quem me conhece sabe também que eu gosto de poemas de amor. Sim, eu sou romântico, apesar de muitas vezes não parecer (e de algumas pessoas discordarem disso). E dentro desse tema, poemas de amor, até eu fico impressionado que o "poema" que eu mais gosto são os versículos 1 a 13 da Primeira Epístola de Paulo aos Coríntios. Digo isso porque estou longe de ser um homem religioso (me vejo mais como um espiritualista semi-agnóstico).
Enfim, eu estava procurando por textos para ler (eu leio bastante, por isso que eu pareço falar em clichês. rs) quando me deparei com o poema abaixo. E, sei lá porque, ele me tocou de uma forma especial. Deve ser por causa do meu atual momento.
Só queria compartilhar ele com vocês. Enjoy!
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On Joy and Sorrow - Kahlil Gibran
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, "Joy is greater thar sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
Posted byCodename X at 14:33:00
