Bom dia, Desterro!
“Coffee is far more than a beverage. It is an invitation to life, disguised as a cup of warm liquid. It’s a trumpet wakeup call or a gentle rousing hand on your shoulder … Coffee is an experience, an offer, a rite of passage, a good excuse to get together.”
- Nichole Johnson
If you think adventure is dangerous, try routine. It is lethal.
Árvore que enverga, o vento não quebra.
I swear to you, there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.
We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.
I am the shadow my words cast.
At the temple,
there is a poem called “Loss”,
carved into the stone.
It has three words… but
the poet scratched them out.
You cannot read “Loss”…
You can only feel it.
How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.
Stay away from the ones you love too much. Those are the ones who will kill you.
If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.
I know that I am mortal by nature, and ephemeral; but when I trace at my pleasure the windings to and fro of the heavenly bodies I no longer touch the earth with my feet: I stand in the presence of Zeus himself and take my fill of ambrosia.
If a man is called to be a streetsweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great streetsweeper who did his job well.