Devemos sentir a vida e não apenas seguir o fluxo!
Make sure you enjoy life and don’t just follow the flow! 😃👍🏼
Eu quero
Marcar. Um sinal de alegria
Na camiseta do coração
De todos.
Eu quero
Andar de mãos dadas
Com a sintonia
Do não e sim.
Eu quero viver por todos,
Pra todos
E por mim.
Talvez,
isso seja pedir muito.
Mas talvez,
Seja esse o propósito
Do Amor Infinito
Ser, também, gratuito.
Mesmo que alguns digam
Que tudo passa,
Eu Confiarei nessa
Infinita Graça.
Ticiele de Camargo© Agosto, 2016.
📺💙🤗 MAIS PONTES! MENOS MUROS!
Precisamos deixar o que nos corrói por dentro e o que corrói o nosso tempo.
O nosso foco é seguir Avante. O nosso foco é Crescer!
Muros te limitam. Pontes te levam além!
Ticiele de Camargo© 2016.
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Make sure your principles, dreams and your own safety are not at risk! Don’t lose your focus. Think bright! Play safe, work hard, study harder and be successful.
Assegure-se que seus princípios, sonhos e sua segurança não estão em risco! Não perca seu foco! Jogue moderadamente, trabalhe bastante, estude pra valer e seja bem sucedido.
💎🏆☀️
The Joy of breathing
The joy of speaking –
Through poetry or tears.
The joy that confronts the solitaire
The joy of exaggerating the pain
The joy that many contain.
This joy of being aware
Acknowledges the Joy of myself:
A polyphony resounding within
And through. This is the Joy of yourself
That no world substitutes.
Ticiele de Camargo©
You are not there – four stops
Trains are moving every second
You are not there – dripping drops
It is complicated.
Yet, dedicated to – you?
Yes, you’d come out the tube
And shine – four stops.
But your final stop is before
Just before, the night.
But I’ll be there.
Like the moon and its phases
Four a year. Like a flowers bloom.
Like pencils and sprays
Drawing a portrait full of colours:
I’ll be there. Just wait. Four stops!
The final stop is always calmer.
Ticiele de Camargo©
Final Stop, July, 2016.
It’s beautiful the work of His hands. The encountering its natural state provides us. The Providence given to nature is admirably gorgeous; the rainfall fighting for a space on earth after a tiring battle against sun rays that shone extremely to its end and almost declared the drought of it. The hands are beautiful and when nails play around letting it flow getting dirtier than before. That’s magnificent, the feeling. Feelings are more than plurality, they are constant builders working for us. Then the Promotion of life from the form of a seed or a miracle, a sperm and a meeting from the inner of two individuals. What goes with it means a catastrophe for science, for academics and cricket players. We do not own explanations. We rather make assumptions about promotions and everything that revolves around us. What beautiful hands! We grow love and are at times selfish to spread its seeds. However our parents had a tough job while we were younger. Then I see some seeding and others aren’t doing the same. Have they lost the way or are they stuck on this journey? Their parents worked hard. Your parents haven’t done different. What is it that some produce and others do not? Why is harvest a condition? Could be a priority, like parenting, like making the most of the work of your hands. Could be better. But it is not. Though one thing is certain: just seeds, we are what our harvest gives. Keep sprouting!
🌱🌰⚡️🤗
Ticiele de Camargo.