Retrospective...

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 Retrospective... 

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         Retrospective...      

 A natureza da armadilha... 

O sofrimento é o resultado de um choque, é um abalo temporário numa mente que se acomodou, que aceitou a rotina da vida.

E aí alguma coisa acontece: uma morte, a perda de emprego, o questionamento de uma crença apreciada, e a mente fica perturbada. 

Mas o que faz uma mente perturbada?

Encontra um modo de ficar inalterada outra vez, refugia-se numa outra crença, num outro emprego mais seguro, numa nova relação. Novamente a onda da vida chega, e abala as suas defesas, mas logo a mente encontra outras defesas, e assim vai continuar.
Nenhuma forma de compulsão externa ou interna ajudará, não é?

Toda a compulsão, embora subtil, é o resultado da ignorância, nasce do desejo de prémio, ou do medo da punição.

Compreender toda a natureza da armadilha é estar livre dela, nenhuma pessoa, nenhum sistema, nenhuma crença pode libertá-lo.

A verdade disto é o único factor libertador, mas tem que ver isso por si mesmo, e não simplesmente ser persuadido.

Tem que empreender a viagem num oceano sem mapa.

J. Krishnamurti

“The book of life”

Write your own story the same as the time

He has a fountain pen that’s what he has

Write and wait for the answer and for the pride

He will take you to the different side

Write for the glory, for yourself

You have something more to say so please say it

And if I shattered the order of the control over mass

In spite of disapproving looks and logs under legs

And if I freed the silence from the captivity of needs

I would finally find relief then

I would finally find relief 

I’ll hold my breath when the time comes

I won’t go back on my word

We can fight if we try

We can fight the entire life

We wish for the frankness

We want the truth

So many lies

We’re not fools

We can win if we try

We can win every time

I’ll hold my breath when the time comes

I won’t go back on my word

We can fight if we try

We can fight the entire life

We wish for the frankness

We want the truth

So many lies

We’re not fools

We can win if we try

We can win every time

We can win 

Every time

 Retrospective 

 “Our story is beginning now” 

Where is the law? Where is that river?
It is your home? She couldnt stand it
A reason to live? Don´t be so cruel
It´s getting dark, getting dark, getting dark

Sometimes we don´t pay attention to the others
Sometimes we don´t care what the others think
Sometimes we want something for ourselves
It´s getting dark, getting dark, getting dark

It´s your ego, your ego can everything
Your ego, your ego can everything

Run between your thoughts and free a desire to exist
I´m looking for God, I´m drawing the luck
All my problems into memories
All my problems inside you
Look down we´ve crossed the line
I bagged for a long, long time

All my problems into memories
All my problems inside you
Look down we´ve crossed the line
I bagged for a long, long time

To satisfy ones whims, our egoism
To satisfy your life
Strong enough, love is gone

Keep your hands off, stay where you are
You´re standing here alone but fulfilled
Why are you so sad?
You´ve changed yourself
You´ve changed yourself

He´s so far from understanding now

He´s so far from

Understanding now...

Retrospective

“Egoist”

  

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