tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42956935015464542322023-11-16T12:49:45.213+01:00WORDS IN THE WINDThoughts, Photos, Short Stories, Poems, Ideas, ...Mafalda Segurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-9560723138821103802010-10-04T12:38:00.001+02:002010-10-04T18:38:21.060+02:00Animal Day<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">On this day, people tend to stop, even if just</span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> for one moment, and think what this day means to them. Many have animals and treat them with respect and love. Others may love/like animals but do not have one with them sharing their lifes. Others, have animals and just do not look at them. And others do not have animals at all. </span><br />
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Why are animals that important? What is the big deal with this day. Honestly??? Nothing and everything!</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Nothing, for people that do not care who or what they share their lifes with. Since for many, animals are just meat or entertainment, and those will not think on this day as something to be of an importance or something to cheer about.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Everything, for people who will recognize what animals are in their lifes (not just as food) and for that they will celebrate, respecting and loving, wishing and dreaming, what they mean to them. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">On this day I would like to share a though, and idea, a meditation, a dream. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">What are animals? What are we? The same and one I would say. The opposite and living appart I would also say. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">In my life I always lived with animals, only for a brief periode of time (6 months of my life) I did not live with an animal around me. And for those 6 months I only have to say that they were a bliss and the worst days of all.<br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">We take everything for granted in our lifes. And rarely we think that way, that nothing is fr granted, or if we do, easily we forget. And that is amazing in the human heads. How easily we forget things and live life without thinking on the impact we have in the world around us. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Not with the animals, they do not take their lifes for granted. It is quite the opposite. Everyday they are grateful for what they have, even if it is a very bad condition (unfortunatly), they are patient and kind. They are love in the living form. Is it strange to think about them like this? Maybe so, maybe not.. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">So here it comes... For some minutes on this day, sit quietly where you can relaxe and not be disturbed. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Think about an animal that you like (domestic or wild one) and then enter in his life. Try to see the world with his eyes, hear with his ears, touch with his body, talk with his mouth, and feel with his heart. Try it for as long as you can.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">After, you can write it down in a piece of paper. And put the paper somewhere, and you can read it whenever you want. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">It is a simple exercice. It can make you feel something different or not. Is an experience and everyone lives it in different ways and feels it differently too. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">It is curious to understand which animal you chose, and what you experienced by being him. It touches in the heart and soul. And it may also make you understand and know things about yourself that you did not know or did not give word or voice to before. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">In the end I would also like to say that the animal day is everyday of the year, and it is also our day. We are different and alike, we are one and the same. If you respect them you are respecting your own life and yourself. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">And so it be... </span>Mafalda Segurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-39928260769705147992010-08-07T08:36:00.000+02:002010-08-07T08:36:21.231+02:00The power of the Sun<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt5ROJUjlwPycR6XqquhWVMHsCQDfgGIZfNpP8R-JeQKOh_Zgq0V0u8uNGIG6umBqBVmsRR0dhuDNRSrUXggR51T4NP6S5RKh9LYYKjV6jS5NONWOnO9U4ad7thyphenhyphen2lE4kxiMYdGhqx6WK4/s1600/IMG_3464.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt5ROJUjlwPycR6XqquhWVMHsCQDfgGIZfNpP8R-JeQKOh_Zgq0V0u8uNGIG6umBqBVmsRR0dhuDNRSrUXggR51T4NP6S5RKh9LYYKjV6jS5NONWOnO9U4ad7thyphenhyphen2lE4kxiMYdGhqx6WK4/s640/IMG_3464.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: x-small;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: x-small;">This photo was taken in Açores, by Mafalda Seguro in July 2010</span></div>Mafalda Segurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-30193122613461913482010-08-06T22:31:00.001+02:002010-08-07T08:36:49.425+02:00Seek, dream, hope and cry<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">What tomorrow will bring...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">In the arms of an angel we seek</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">What we lost and loved</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">In the arms of an angel we dream</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">About clouds and light</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">In the arms of an angel we hope</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">That we will fix what is broken</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">In the arms of an angel we cry</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">and give voice to what we cannot say out loud</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">In the ilusion we believe in a world</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">In the reality the suffering is there and cannot be shut</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I seek, I dream, I hope and I cry</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">for words not said</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">for feelings that are breaking my heart</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">for pieces shattered by pain</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">for something that may not be there anymore</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">for something that will always be the other half...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">What we seek, dream, hope and cry for...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Is as real as the sunshine</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">There is nothing that can break it</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">but still... the pain is learning</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">the pain is a growing of souls and spirit</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">the pain is what is needed to understand</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">that a half is always part of a whole</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">and the whole is one... even if broken!</div>Mafalda Segurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-63699834445375654702010-07-18T00:10:00.000+02:002010-07-18T00:10:13.890+02:00On the top of the world<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxSwJriNTFcr8izFStxYevCOd3OKue0gspxTQW-mBjtOxBAmbgmhHVhCKPxj4PESslX6iqCJXzNkexsJ9-EoLa1TujdxKyYw-fZ5txbansVjvgcctnxJp-XWyAW80EcapcbGBwKJQzcmkp/s1600/IMG_3445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxSwJriNTFcr8izFStxYevCOd3OKue0gspxTQW-mBjtOxBAmbgmhHVhCKPxj4PESslX6iqCJXzNkexsJ9-EoLa1TujdxKyYw-fZ5txbansVjvgcctnxJp-XWyAW80EcapcbGBwKJQzcmkp/s640/IMG_3445.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">This photo was taken in Pico, in July 2010 by Mafalda Seguro</span></div><br />
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This work is licenced under a <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license">Creative Commons Licence</a>.Mafalda Segurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-49188074764483125342010-06-06T09:34:00.000+02:002010-06-06T09:34:20.682+02:00The bee<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">There was a bee walking, desperately</span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">, on the sand. </span><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The sun was shining and the hearts were happy. When the eyes made contact with the bee, they weren't sure to what to do. The bee was sad and hurt, and she walked as if she wasn't sure where to go. The bee was runing away from the plants behind, that could offer her some protection, she was walking in the direction of the water, sea water... </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
She gets up and grabs a shelf to help the bee, but it is to small, and the bee was scared already. And then she grabed a cap, and helped the bee to jump to the protection given to her. The bee understood, she walked to the cap, and she started right away to clean herself.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"Too much salt... The sand was not helping... My wings are stuck and very dry... I cannot fly... " </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"You can stay here as long as you want... Would you want me to put you on the top of a plant?"</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"A few more minutes and yes..."</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">So the bee cleaned herself, and after a while she put the bee on the top of a plant, where the bee kept cleaning herself, happy for been given an opportunity. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The bee stayed there for 20 minutes, cleaning her wings, refreshing her soul and trying to calm down from the evident death that she was going through. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">She started to fly, and made a turn around her saying thanks... And off she went... With the promisse of a renewed life...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">A life is a life... So easily taken by human hands... Who are we to do it without second thoughts? </span>Mafalda Segurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-70443734884879839002010-06-06T09:12:00.000+02:002010-06-06T09:12:20.927+02:00The Invitation<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Invitation by Oriah</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
It doesn’t interest me<br />
what you do for a living.<br />
I want to know<br />
what you ache for<br />
and if you dare to dream<br />
of meeting your heart’s longing.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">It doesn’t interest me<br />
how old you are.<br />
I want to know <br />
if you will risk <br />
looking like a fool<br />
for love<br />
for your dream<br />
for the adventure of being alive.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">It doesn’t interest me<br />
what planets are <br />
squaring your moon...<br />
I want to know<br />
if you have touched<br />
the centre of your own sorrow<br />
if you have been opened<br />
by life’s betrayals<br />
or have become shrivelled and closed<br />
from fear of further pain.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I want to know<br />
if you can sit with pain<br />
mine or your own<br />
without moving to hide it<br />
or fade it<br />
or fix it.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I want to know<br />
if you can be with joy<br />
mine or your own<br />
if you can dance with wildness<br />
and let the ecstasy fill you <br />
to the tips of your fingers and toes<br />
without cautioning us<br />
to be careful<br />
to be realistic<br />
to remember the limitations<br />
of being human.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">It doesn’t interest me<br />
if the story you are telling me<br />
is true.<br />
I want to know if you can<br />
disappoint another<br />
to be true to yourself.<br />
If you can bear<br />
the accusation of betrayal<br />
and not betray your own soul.<br />
If you can be faithless<br />
and therefore trustworthy.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I want to know if you can see Beauty<br />
even when it is not pretty<br />
every day.<br />
And if you can source your own life<br />
from its presence.<br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I want to know<br />
if you can live with failure<br />
yours and mine<br />
and still stand at the edge of the lake<br />
and shout to the silver of the full moon,<br />
“Yes.”</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">It doesn’t interest me<br />
to know where you live<br />
or how much money you have.<br />
I want to know if you can get up<br />
after the night of grief and despair<br />
weary and bruised to the bone<br />
and do what needs to be done<br />
to feed the children.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">It doesn’t interest me<br />
who you know<br />
or how you came to be here.<br />
I want to know if you will stand<br />
in the centre of the fire<br />
with me<br />
and not shrink back.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">It doesn’t interest me<br />
where or what or with whom<br />
you have studied.<br />
I want to know <br />
what sustains you<br />
from the inside<br />
when all else falls away.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I want to know<br />
if you can be alone <br />
with yourself<br />
and if you truly like<br />
the company you keep<br />
in the empty moments.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">By Oriah © Mountain Dreaming,<br />
from the book The Invitation<br />
published by HarperONE, San Francisco,<br />
1999 All rights reserved </div>Mafalda Segurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-4425182034432378512010-05-23T18:00:00.000+02:002010-05-23T18:00:11.538+02:00Emptiness<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">You are lost in your world</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Everything you believe in and lived by are gone</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">You are alone and on your own</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">An emptiness fill places on the soul</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">where there should be love, joy and hope</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">They are gone... lost in the deep</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">There is something you can feel</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">A pain so strong that makes you disconnected</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">from yourself and others</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">There is nothing inside, nothing to feel</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Nothing to hope or to love</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Everything is gone...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The hand starts moving...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Your body wants to follow it</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">but your mind says no... it is good to just stand still</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Your arm moves on the opposit way</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">and in a heart beat is pulling the rest of you</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Your legs are moving, faster and faster</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Your run... and run... and run...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">At the top of the street you look back </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">It does not make sense to go back</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Is good to feel the wind... to move your body... </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">To breath fresh air... </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">You look ahead of you... there is something...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">You run again to reach it...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">In a moment ideas, visions and projects are shaped...</div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">A dream is born...</span>Mafalda Segurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-8895803209532548092010-05-09T14:36:00.000+02:002010-05-09T14:36:17.595+02:00Silence<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The silence is strong</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">With waves of understanding</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">With glimpses of what can be</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The certainty is vague</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Fear and desperation walk together</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Hope and joy side by side</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The darkness swalows clues</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Life changing clues</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Openess is blindful by uncontrolled emotions</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Clarity is hidden behind minds</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">And then... Silence...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">It breaks all walls, and fears</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">It gives a possibility of change</div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">And one more step further...</span>Mafalda Segurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-75736175781022152822010-04-24T23:10:00.000+02:002010-04-24T23:10:18.792+02:00Inner Child<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"Look to the trees!"</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"What is in the trees? They are naked... With no leaves..."</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"Look closer! They are growing... There is greens, and whites, and reds, and..."</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"I can't do this now, we have to keep walking, to the highest point."</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"What is the point of going, if you are not seeing? Is almost the same as if you were doing nothing... Sometimes you are boring..."</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"I am exercicing... It is hard to climb..."</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"Is not that high... And if you don't see the beauty around you... Why does it matter if you are in shape or not?"</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"What happens if I don't see it? The others are in the top already..."</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"So? I just wanted to see the colours..."</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"Whatever..."</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">In the top they see a big lake. In the lake there is a boat sailing...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"Look the boat!"</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"Look the wind... and the magic around you..."</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"Yes, but the people inside the boat must be having a good time, in complete solitude and relaxing..."</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"So you can do it also... You are in the top, and now you are dreaming how it would be if you were down? You don't ever have a rest do you?"</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"What do you mean?"</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"Let's just put a leg up for example..." and the leg goes up.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"What is the point? Everyone is looking at us... Stop with that..."</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"Yes! They are looking at us, but they are smilling, they are looking to a woman putting a leg up just for fun, and they are happy about it..." </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">And she looks... and realizes that is true...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"Let's go to the swing... I miss it... Remember when we swing some years back?"</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"I do remember... I was very happy in that time..."</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"Why aren't you now?"</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"I am happy now, but we grew up, and things are not so simple anymore..."</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"Yes they are... Come with me... let's swing... and swing... up and down... push... close your eyes and feel the wind... and the sounds... and yourself..."</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">And she does it... She is smiling in the beggining, and then she is laughing... With her eyes closed she trusts and enjoys the moment! When she opens her eyes, everyone is laughing with her... </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"Life can be simple if you close your eyes and let go, when you open them again you can see the world around you differently... but the difference is in you only and in the way you want to look at it! And then it is contagious..."</div>Mafalda Segurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-7270877607722095412010-04-22T14:22:00.000+02:002010-04-22T14:22:35.611+02:00Earth DayIs it a dream? Is it real?<br />
Can I sleep and never wake up from it?<br />
Lights from everywhere<br />
Love brights and warms hearts<br />
Happyness is an adiction<br />
Respect never fades<br />
And then... you walk from the shadow...<br />
Dressed in white with a flower crown<br />
Beautiful and powerful<br />
Compassionate and blissful<br />
The wind blows slowly<br />
and the smell in the air fills all the senses<br />
You... in your bare feet<br />
Without knowing the effect around you<br />
While you walk, lights and new lifes reborn...<br />
Healing and creation are given while you breath...<br />
A procession follows you... <br />
Can we hope for more?<br />
I do not want to wake up from my sleep<br />
The eternal sleep in my Mother's Earth arms...Mafalda Segurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-53614396065414182832010-04-21T10:20:00.000+02:002010-04-21T10:20:37.655+02:00Earth day thought<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">What would you do if nothing that we know disappears? </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">First thought is that is nonsense, nothing will disappear, we still have forests in Africa, or in America, or even a little piece of land with two trees in our backyard. So we are done... We still have much... We still have all of it and the better part is, we are the ones to control it. If we want we cut trees, or burn a forest, or kill animals for their tooth, fur or ivory, destroy an entire fauna and flora to build cities or just a nuclear station... We can do so... We can destroy so much...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">But then... nothing that we take can be restored... not exactly like this, but if we take millions of acres, of course that it is very difficult to restore it, especially when this process takes hundreds of years, and of course it is more importante to scream with our neighbour or kill others than plant a tree, respect the ones with whom we share this planet or give another possibility to a new life.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I am hurt... I also hurt... and for that I am hurt... we all live in a hippocratic world, where our well being and materialism is above all the rest... with no second thoughts about who and what we hurt on the way...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">But now she is taking back what it was taken from her... </div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">And the simple answer from her was: "I do not destroy... I just create..." Many will not accept it... She is in her own right... How can you... How can we... destroy what was never ours? Now the consequences are shown...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">We are just receiving what we sowed... </span>Mafalda Segurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-6420345520135608012010-04-21T09:59:00.000+02:002010-04-21T09:59:00.854+02:00Earth Day 2010 video<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/24_gqlIURMs&hl=en_GB&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/24_gqlIURMs&hl=en_GB&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Mafalda Segurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-68560940666088615732010-04-12T18:01:00.000+02:002010-04-12T18:01:34.283+02:00Are you looking for something?<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"Yes? Are you looking for something?"</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The boy kept standing and looking very concentrated to the trees.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">He got close to one of them and touched it... Looked up and could see and feel the sun light playing with the branches. His father went near him and ask him again. "Are you looking for something?"</div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">His son looked back at him with a big smile on his face and said. "They are back... "</span>Mafalda Segurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-66441422835338379152010-04-03T22:05:00.000+02:002010-04-03T22:05:06.614+02:00Happy Easter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-pzNbo48vA84tXYIC7qjNywT58HVRoJgOdGhesN6MCFUj9EXXd5GWXtwQFlQcF9HkuD1R-fusry1dxHTYnB1N90a1_fvtOjow86n_zUb1QmR8uGtlylXDGKpdoA-p6iEvrKLwck0qpezc/s1600/IMG_2905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-pzNbo48vA84tXYIC7qjNywT58HVRoJgOdGhesN6MCFUj9EXXd5GWXtwQFlQcF9HkuD1R-fusry1dxHTYnB1N90a1_fvtOjow86n_zUb1QmR8uGtlylXDGKpdoA-p6iEvrKLwck0qpezc/s640/IMG_2905.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>Mafalda Segurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-4385328282806452842010-03-23T18:43:00.000+01:002010-03-23T18:43:27.034+01:00Please forgive me...Please forgive me...<br />
For the long years of solitude<br />
For being blind to your suffering<br />
For doing nothing when I could<br />
For being afraid most of my life<br />
For hoping that others would bring me answers<br />
For looking everywhere except to you<br />
For not hearing you ask for help<br />
For listening and not reply<br />
For enjoy and take, and give nothing in return<br />
For loving you all these years...<br />
and only now accept that I am the one who belongs to you!!!Mafalda Segurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-73598466652705700262010-03-21T09:20:00.000+01:002010-03-21T09:20:07.801+01:00Spring Equinox/ Alban Eilir<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOedpVmEf8sKzyxF2mvjKipEBb7nQ-l_hehf06EstigE9NxhlpzF1eH5DtSSLgs48C7V_Vfi7TpmYkZUiJaGOC_4dmzSy4f9BElaRK6b8hFjrnsQujh9JQOS0YkTUbnHo_lanjZ2KZDgtA/s1600-h/images2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOedpVmEf8sKzyxF2mvjKipEBb7nQ-l_hehf06EstigE9NxhlpzF1eH5DtSSLgs48C7V_Vfi7TpmYkZUiJaGOC_4dmzSy4f9BElaRK6b8hFjrnsQujh9JQOS0YkTUbnHo_lanjZ2KZDgtA/s320/images2.jpg" /></a>The cold and darkness are behind us, the days are longer by the day. After three months of snow and hibernation, comes the light and colours, the sun and smells... It is time to wake up and get out of the house, enjoy and be part of the changes around.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">It is a great occasion to plant some seeds and tender them during the next weeks until they grow. Open the window and let the air, light and smell fill the air around, let it in in the house and in your heart.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> Many blessings on this Spring Equinox/ Alban Eilir</span></span>Mafalda Segurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-74416110824450194002010-03-17T06:58:00.000+01:002010-03-17T06:58:33.776+01:00Are you ready?<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Are you ready for me?</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Are you ready at all? </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">It is time now... It is exposure time...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Take off the masks... </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Are you ready to accept yourself? </div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Live... and be... what you have born to do!</span>Mafalda Segurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-64200944733507562932010-03-14T19:21:00.000+01:002010-03-14T19:21:53.043+01:00Sleep well my child<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Sleep well my child</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Welcome to my arms...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">My roots will hold you </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">and waters will guide you,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">while the earth will return you home.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Sleep well my child</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Welcome to my arms...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Rest you shall find</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">after a long battle fought</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">where you won your return</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">to your mother's arms.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Sleep well my child </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Welcome to my arms...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Memories you bring</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">remembrance you left behind</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">and beloved one's love marks</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">forever attached.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Sleep well my child</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Welcome to my arms... and here, peace you will find!</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><i style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">In memorial... of a beloved one...</i>Mafalda Segurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-42912441111936162492010-03-11T20:59:00.002+01:002010-03-11T20:59:42.938+01:00Help save the elephantsElephants or ivory?<br />
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I just signed an urgent petition calling on nations to protect elephants from poachers. There's a risk they will weaken the global ban on the lethal ivory trade -- it's being discussed at a UN convention this weekend! <br />
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The petition will be delivered directly to the convention, so I thought you might be interested in standing up for the elephants too -- just click here: <br />
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http://www.avaaz.org/en/no_more_bloody_ivory/98.php?CLICK_TF_TRACK<br />
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Thanks!<br />
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(Read more below)<br />
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Dear friends,<br />
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This weekend (Mar 13), 2 African governments will try to pry open the worldwide ban on ivory trading -- a decision that could wipe out whole elephant populations and bring these magnificent animals closer to extinction.<br />
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Tanzania and Zambia are lobbying the UN for special exemptions from the ban, but this would send a clear signal to the ivory crime syndicates that international protection is weakening and it's open-season on elephants. Another group of African states have countered by calling to extend the trade ban for 20 years.<br />
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Our best chance to save the continent's remaining elephants is to support African conservationists. We only have 5 days left and the UN Endangered Species body only meets every 3 years. Click below to sign our urgent petition to protect elephants, and forward this email widely so we can deliver hundreds of thousands of signatures to the UN meeting in Doha:<br />
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http://www.avaaz.org/en/no_more_bloody_ivory/98.php?CLICK_TF_TRACK<br />
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Over 20 years ago, the Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species (CITES) passed a worldwide ban on ivory trading. Poaching fell, and ivory prices slumped. But poor enforcement coupled with 'experimental one-off sales', like the one Tanzania and Zambia are seeking, drove poaching up and turned illegal trade into a lucrative business -- poachers can launder their illegal ivory with the legal stockpiles.<br />
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Now, despite the worldwide ban, each year over 30,000 elephants are gunned down and their tusks hacked off by poachers with axes and chainsaws. If Tanzania and Zambia are successful in exploiting the loophole, this awful trade could get much worse.<br />
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We have a one off chance this week to extend the worldwide ban and repress poaching and trade prices before we lose even more elephant populations -- sign the petition now and forward this message to everyone:<br />
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http://www.avaaz.org/en/no_more_bloody_ivory/98.php?CLICK_TF_TRACK<br />
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Across the world's cultures and throughout our history elephants have been revered in religions and have captured our imagination -- Babar, Dumbo, Ganesh, Airavata, Erawan. But today these beautiful and highly intelligent creatures are being annihilated. <br />
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As long as there is demand for ivory, elephants are at risk from poaching and smuggling -- but this week we have a chance to protect them and crush the ivory criminals' profits -- sign the petition now:<br />
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http://www.avaaz.org/en/no_more_bloody_ivory/98.php?CLICK_TF_TRACK<br />
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With hope,<br />
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Paul, Alice, Iain, Raluca, Graziela, Ricken, Luis, Paula Benjamin, David, Ben and the rest of the Avaaz team<br />
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More information:<br />
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Partners at Bloody Ivory and Born Free:<br />
http://www.bloodyivory.org/<br />
http://www.bornfree.org.uk/<br />
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The Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species: http://www.cites.org<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I live in a bubble... and life passes by me... all other people’s lives pass through me running and I just watch... my lips are sealed and my mind is dormant... Only in my dreams I react, is my waking world, my reality and my safe harbour... a place where there are no boundaries, hunger, thirst... instead there are behaviours, feelings, thoughts, actions and growing... this is how I live inside the bubble...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I live in a bubble... How should I wake up from this? How should I get free from the bubble? Every time I try it, another bubble is formed around me... another world is created... What is real or illusion I cannot know... If I am awake or dreaming is impossible to discern... </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I live in a bubble... and there is no way to run from it... it chases me, and if not I hunt it, until I am inside again... </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I live in a bubble... where dreams and reality are one... where I have several personalities, facets, bodies and only one spirit... My destination is one and one only...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I live in a bubble... outside there is a world of anger and fear... I am scared to come out and I am scared to be like them... all of them...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I live in a bubble... and here the only thing I can find is me... and all other people’s wishes, hopes... and hearts... </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I live in a bubble... colours splash in front of me... outside is dark and cold... inside the colours make my world warmer and bright...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I live in a bubble... and the bubble lives in me... and in this world the only reality is hope and love!"<br />
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In dedication to a loved one...</div>Mafalda Segurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-51908118344585007962010-03-09T20:56:00.000+01:002010-03-09T20:56:02.262+01:00Long sleep<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Another turn of the wheel</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">when a soul is least expecting</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">the darkest of times are passing</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">the ilusions and anguish are fading!</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">another light is rising</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">different perspectives are coming...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">the voice is strong with the warm</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">and the heart is beating faster by the day</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">the feeling of food and nourishment,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">water, air and earth together...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">fire around the life, who is waking from her long sleep!</div>Mafalda Segurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-22551357833091033132010-03-07T20:01:00.001+01:002010-03-09T20:58:15.566+01:00A cold and long winter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKIAg65TbKXqQpBAemy2kN4EuRPdBdyrKsSkMVHT1Qa-nctu5E_pQUThmaUMiRnWBkBr7bMYlgVfaaNITU2atYwb1kHo8oMU6q3_TPd5wpDtlR-Xwhj2FE_jTnOgV_Q4-7MnXSyKXWxPwu/s1600-h/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKIAg65TbKXqQpBAemy2kN4EuRPdBdyrKsSkMVHT1Qa-nctu5E_pQUThmaUMiRnWBkBr7bMYlgVfaaNITU2atYwb1kHo8oMU6q3_TPd5wpDtlR-Xwhj2FE_jTnOgV_Q4-7MnXSyKXWxPwu/s640/photo.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Photo taken in Risskov, February 2010, by João Fernandes </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">A cold and long winter</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">It ripped all the colour...</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">White... three months of white</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The rarest colour from nature...</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">That leaves a trail of puress and cleansing</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Three months of flying snowflakes</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Three months of emptiness...</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Three months of hibernation </span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Three... the magic number...</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Three months...</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">in learning of the otherworld</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">in acceptance of the gifts</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> in definition of whom is.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Mafalda Segurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-29274173540767484372010-03-02T17:29:00.000+01:002010-03-02T17:29:08.895+01:00Run or not?<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">In a society controlled by fear and devastation, where some values are almost forgotten and life is ruled by money and power, where can thy find the way? Where can thy find the courage to be and live? </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
Which excuse will thy give to his heart when it is not followed? Can thy get hurt? Can thy still live a full life? </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The obstacles that thy find in their way come to test thy with the most difficult of learnings. But once they are learned, they will be difficult to let go. With a great learning and development come a great responsability and pain, but also a great love and happyness. There is no way to run from it, and if thy runs thy heart is broken, and thy lives an half life...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Do not run... do no fear... </span>Mafalda Segurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-81456908731191525132010-02-17T19:41:00.000+01:002010-02-17T19:41:41.938+01:00The best...<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The best we have in life are the things we cannot measure and tend to ignore easily... </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The best gifts come with an unusual "paper"... </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">and the best advice comes from unbelievable forms... </span>Mafalda Segurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-45923117164340413612010-02-09T21:15:00.002+01:002010-02-09T21:15:57.807+01:00Is this the world we are living in?Stop Uganda's gay death law<br />
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I've just signed a petition calling on the Ugandan government to withdraw a proposed anti-gay law that would punish gay people with prison -- or even death. We only have days left and we need 1 million people to sign. Read more below, and sign the petition here: <br />
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http://www.avaaz.org/en/uganda_for_tolerance/98.php?CLICK_TF_TRACK<br />
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Dear friends,<br />
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Uganda’s parliament is preparing to pass a brutal new law that would punish gay people with prison -- even death.<br />
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Initial international criticism drove the President to call for a review. But after a well-funded and vicious lobbying effort by extremists, the bill could still pass -- threatening persecution and bloodshed.<br />
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Opposition to the bill is rising, including from the Anglican church. Ugandan gay rights advocate Frank writes, “This law will put us in serious danger. Please, sign the petition and tell others to stand with us – if there’s a huge global response, our government will see that Uganda will be internationally isolated by the proposed law, and strike it down.”<br />
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With the decision expected in days, only an irresistible wave of worldwide pressure will be enough to save Frank's life and many others. Let’s raise 1 million signatures to stop the gay death law -- click here to take action, then forward this email:<br />
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http://www.avaaz.org/en/uganda_for_tolerance/98.php?CLICK_TF_TRACK <br />
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The petition will be delivered to President Museveni, members of the review committee and Ugandan embassies worldwide this week before it’s too late, as well as to key donor governments.<br />
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The bill proposes life imprisonment for anyone convicted of having same-sex relations and imposes the death penalty for “serial offenders”. NGOs working to prevent the spread of HIV could be imprisoned for up to 7 years for “promoting homosexuality”. Even members of the public face up to three years in jail if they fail to report homosexual activity to the police within 24 hours!<br />
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The bill’s advocates claim that it defends national culture, but its strongest critics come from within Uganda. The Reverend Canon Gideon Byamugisha is one of many who’s written to us – he says,<br />
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"It is violating our cultures, traditions and religious values that teach against intolerance, injustice, hatred and violence. We need laws to protect people -- not ones that will humiliate, ridicule, persecute and kill them en masse."<br />
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By rejecting this dangerous bill and supporting the breadth of opposition to it, we can help set a crucial precedent. Let’s raise 1 million signatures for Uganda’s human rights defenders, and save lives by stopping this bill -- sign now here, then tell friends and family:<br />
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http://www.avaaz.org/en/uganda_for_tolerance/98.php?CLICK_TF_TRACK <br />
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With hope and determination,<br />
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Alice, Ricken, Ben, Paul, Benjamin, Pascal, Raluca, Graziela and the whole Avaaz team<br />
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SOURCES<br />
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African letter to Ugandan President to throw out Anti-homosexual bill: Uganda -- Anti-homosexuality bill violates human rights:<br />
http://www.africafiles.org/article.asp?ID=22761<br />
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Ugandan church leader brands anti-gay bill 'genocide':<br />
http://www.guardian.co.uk/katine/2009/dec/04/gideon-byamugisha-homosexuality-bill<br />
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Human Rights Impact Assessment of Uganda's Anti-homosexuality Bill By Sylvia Tamale, The Dean of Law at Uganda's Makerere University:<br />
http://www.zeleza.com/blogging/african-affairs/human-rights-impact-assessment-ugandas-anti-homosexuality-bill-sylvia-tamal<br />
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----------------Mafalda Segurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174noreply@blogger.com0