Castello Branco

Sempre que estamos diante de uma situação em que existe o risco de sermos expostos à crítica pelos nossos erros, temos o ímpeto de mentir ou de omitir. O problema é que a mentira ou a omissão nos rouba a consciência e adultera nosso caráter. A mentira ou a omissão nos impedem de reconhecer nossos erros; logo, nos impedem de nos arrependermos e pedirmos perdão a fim de mudarmos nossos comportamentos e nosso caráter.

Salmos, Antigo Testamento, SL, 129:1

Salmos, SL, 129:1, Muitas vezes me angustiaram desde a minha mocidade - Israel que o diga - ;

Mesmo as noites totalmente sem estrelas podem anunciar a aurora de uma grande realização.

I stand in the ring in the dead city and tie on the red shoes. Everything that was calm is mine, the watch with an ant walking, the toes, lined up like dogs, the stove long before it boils toads, the parlor, white in winter, long before flies, the doe lying down on moss, long before the bullet. I tie on the red shoes. They are not mine. They are my mother’s. Her mother’s before. Handed down like an heirloom but hidden like shameful letters. The house and the street where they belong are hidden and all the women, too, are hidden. All those girls who wore the red shoes, each boarded a train that would not stop. Stations flew by like suitors and would not stop. They all danced like trout on the hook. They were played with. They tore off their ears like safety pins. Their arms fell off them and became hats. Their heads rolled off and sang down the street. And their feet – oh God, their feet in the market place - their feet, those two beetles, ran for the corner and then danced forth as if they were proud. Surely, people exclaimed, surely they are mechanical. Otherwise… But the feet went on. The feet could not stop. They were wound up like a cobra that sees you. They were elastic pulling itself in two. They were islands during an earthquake. They were ships colliding and going down. Never mind you and me. They could not listen. They could not stop. What they did was the death dance. What they did would do them in.

⁠⁠Sua alma gêmea também pode ser sua ruína.

Juízes, Antigo Testamento, JZ, 17:9

Juízes, JZ, 17:9, E Mica lhe perguntou: - De onde você vem? Ele respondeu: - Sou levita de Belém de Judá e estou procurando um lugar para morar.

I Crônicas, Antigo Testamento, 1CR, 27:13

I Crônicas, 1CR, 27:13, O décimo, para o décimo mês, era Maarai, o netofatita, dos zeraítas; também em seu turno havia vinte e quatro mil.

Hoje eu preciso ouvir qualquer palvra tua, qualquer frase exagerada que me faça sentir alegria, em estar vivo.

Estamos todos aqui tentando recomeçar. Agradeceria se você participasse sendo mais positivo.

I Samuel, Antigo Testamento, 1SM, 14:31

I Samuel, 1SM, 14:31, Naquele dia derrotaram os filisteus, desde Micmás até Aijalom. O povo estava muito exausto.