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February 08 I know a place in Africa...I know a place in Africa Where I can feel the sun on my back And the sand between my barefoot toes Where I can hear the gulls on the breeze And the waves crash on the endless shore I know a place in Africa Where the mountains touch the skies of blue And the valleys shelter vines of green Where the trees spread out a cloth of mauve And the bushveld wears a coat of beige I know a place in Africa Where I can hear the voice of thunder gods And watch their lightening spears thrown to earth Where I can breathe the scent of rain clouds And taste the sweet dew of dusty drops This is the place of wildness Of evolution and dinosaurs Where life began and mankind first stood Of living fossils and elephants Where lions roar and springbok herds leap This is the place of struggle Of desert plains and thorn trees Where pathways end and hunters track game Of horizons and frontiers Where journeys start and sunsets bleed red This is the place of freedom Of exploration and pioneers Where darkness loomed and light saw us through Of living legends and miracles Where daybreak came and hope now shines bright My heart is at home in Africa Where the sound of drums beat in my chest And the songs of time ring in my ears Where the rainbow mist glows in my eyes And the smiles of friends make me welcome My mind is at ease in Africa Where the people still live close to the soil And the seasons mark my changing moods Where the markets hustle with trading And Creation keeps its own slow time My soul is at peace in Africa For her streams bring lifeblood to my veins And her winds bring healing to my dreams For when the tale of this land is told Her destiny and mine are as one © 2006 Wayne Visser I am an AfricanI am an African
Not because I was born there But because my heart beats with Africa’s I am an African Not because my skin is black But because my mind is engaged by Africa I am an African Not because I live on its soil But because my soul is at home in Africa When Africa weeps for her children My cheeks are stained with tears When Africa honours her elders My head is bowed in respect When Africa mourns for her victims My hands are joined in prayer When Africa celebrates her triumphs My feet are alive with dancing I am an African For her blue skies take my breath away And my hope for the future is bright I am an African For her people greet me as family And teach me the meaning of community I am an African For her wildness quenches my spirit And brings me closer to the source of life When the music of Africa beats in the wind My blood pulses to its rhythm And I become the essence of music When the colours of Africa dazzle in the sun My senses drink in its rainbow And I become the palette of nature When the stories of Africa echo round the fire My feet walk in its pathways And I become the footprints of history I am an African Because she is the cradle of our birth And nurtures an ancient wisdom I am an African Because she lives in the world’s shadow And bursts with a radiant luminosity I am an African Because she is the land of tomorrow And I recognise her gifts as sacred © 2006 Wayne Visser
February 07 Assim Mesmo
Madre Teresa
“Não utilizemos bombas e armas para dominar o mundo. Vamos usar amor e compaixão. A paz começa com um sorriso - sorri cinco vezes por dia para alguém a quem não gostarias realmente de sorrir – faze isso pela paz. Então vamos irradiar a paz de Deus e assim acender a Sua luz e extinguir do mundo e dos corações de todos os homens todo o ódio e amor pelo poder.” AnadotaUm fulano vivia sozinho e decidiu que a sua vida seria melhor se tivesse um animalzinho de estimação como companhia.
Assim, foi a uma loja de animais e disse ao dono da loja que queria um bichinho que fosse incomum. Depois de algum tempo de discussão, chegaram à conclusão que ele deveria ficar com uma centopeia. Centopeia seria mesmo um bichinho de estimação incomum...
Um bichinho tão pequeno, com 100 pés... é realmente incomum!!!
A centopeia veio dentro de uma caixinha branca, para ser usada como casinha.
Bom... ele levou a caixinha para casa, arranjou um bom lugar para colocar a casinha, e achou que o melhor para a sua nova companhia seria levá-la a beber uma cerveja...
Assim, perguntou à centopeia, que estava dentro da caixinha: -Gostavas de ir comigo ao Frank's beber uma cerveja? Não houve resposta da sua nova amiguinha. Meio chateado com isso, ele esperou um pouco e perguntou de novo:
-Que tal ir comigo ao bar tomar uma cervejinha, hein? De novo, nada de resposta da nova amiguinha... Ele esperou mais um pouco, pensando sobre o que estava a acontecer... e decidiu perguntar de novo, mas, desta vez, chegou bem perto da caixinha e gritou:
-EI, Ó SURDA!!! QUERES IR OU NÃO COMIGO AO FRANK'S BEBER UMA CERVEJA?
Uma vozinha veio lá de dentro da caixinha: -FFFOOOODDDDDDAAAAA-SSSSSEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! JÁ TINHA OUVIDO!!!!! ESTOU A CALÇAR OS SAPATOS!!!!!!!! |
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