Manuela Cardiga's Blog, page 20
July 12, 2016
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July 9, 2016
ELECTORATE INTELLIGENCE WILL PREVAIL,HISTORY'S LESSONS WI...
ELECTORATE INTELLIGENCE WILL PREVAIL,
HISTORY'S LESSONS WILL NOT FAIL
So who now speaks
With tongue of angels
When brass trumpets
Sound the tune?
Sayest thou TRUMPET?
Nay!
Say TRUMP!
Dire and portentous
Warnings Trumpet
Through the shivering
Aether contaminating
Thought and souls
Of the "common" people...
But do we listen?
We shiver and grimace
And feel superior
Is it no so? My brothers and sisters
Of the evolved soul...
We sniff and stare
Down our well-bred snouts
Even as the Brassy Creature
Pouts-mouths indignation
Drains the abscess of rage;
Mines rich veins of fear
And blue-collar pain.
Digging deep to gain
A few more votes
To win the Nation.
We laugh and peer
Through the rarified air
Of our Ivory Tower
At the teeming weeds
Determined to flower
As the Upstart Creep
Greedily grasps at power...
We laugh, and laugh
Sure the right will prevail;
We laugh knowing
The foolish multitude
Will follow-swallow; Nibbling at the democraticCarrot-creed, even
As we brandish
The ignorance stick...
Oh we laugh, We joke
We poke Derisive fingers
At the well-craftedColourful Clown
Designed to catch-detach
Our silly sheepFrom our rationalSensible lead,...
We laugh and I remember
German intelligentsia
Laughing at another jester:
Short and bug-eyed
(Liebeling! Have you ever
seen such HAIR?)
Leaping and screeching
And spitting poison and despair.
We laugh And I remember
German intellectuals
With a superior sneer
Smirking at an hysterical
Fool and a wagging finger,
With full faith in the good sense
Of the German People...
So laugh, And write An erudite account
Of why such Demagogues
Must fail
Will fail
Need fail.
Laugh, As we polish
A well turned phrase,
And our complacent leaders
Laugh on their way
To the bank;
As others once laughed
On their way to
The camp.
Manuela Cardiga
HISTORY'S LESSONS WILL NOT FAIL
So who now speaks
With tongue of angels
When brass trumpets
Sound the tune?
Sayest thou TRUMPET?
Nay!
Say TRUMP!
Dire and portentous
Warnings Trumpet
Through the shivering
Aether contaminating
Thought and souls
Of the "common" people...
But do we listen?
We shiver and grimace
And feel superior
Is it no so? My brothers and sisters
Of the evolved soul...
We sniff and stare
Down our well-bred snouts
Even as the Brassy Creature
Pouts-mouths indignation
Drains the abscess of rage;
Mines rich veins of fear
And blue-collar pain.
Digging deep to gain
A few more votes
To win the Nation.
We laugh and peer
Through the rarified air
Of our Ivory Tower
At the teeming weeds
Determined to flower
As the Upstart Creep
Greedily grasps at power...
We laugh, and laugh
Sure the right will prevail;
We laugh knowing
The foolish multitude
Will follow-swallow; Nibbling at the democraticCarrot-creed, even
As we brandish
The ignorance stick...
Oh we laugh, We joke
We poke Derisive fingers
At the well-craftedColourful Clown
Designed to catch-detach
Our silly sheepFrom our rationalSensible lead,...
We laugh and I remember
German intelligentsia
Laughing at another jester:
Short and bug-eyed
(Liebeling! Have you ever
seen such HAIR?)
Leaping and screeching
And spitting poison and despair.
We laugh And I remember
German intellectuals
With a superior sneer
Smirking at an hysterical
Fool and a wagging finger,
With full faith in the good sense
Of the German People...
So laugh, And write An erudite account
Of why such Demagogues
Must fail
Will fail
Need fail.
Laugh, As we polish
A well turned phrase,
And our complacent leaders
Laugh on their way
To the bank;
As others once laughed
On their way to
The camp.
Manuela Cardiga
July 1, 2016
There is no Death. There is no end, there is only a momen...
There is no Death. There is no end, there is only a moment when we take a deep breath, a pause before we begin again.
You ask: is there Life after Death?
There is only Life after Life.
We are immortal ambition in a sleeve of flesh, so when our sleeve becomes ragged, we wear another.
The moment we call Death is only the space of a breath when we stand naked; that one breath, before we join the dance again.
Manuela Cardiga
You ask: is there Life after Death?
There is only Life after Life.
We are immortal ambition in a sleeve of flesh, so when our sleeve becomes ragged, we wear another.
The moment we call Death is only the space of a breath when we stand naked; that one breath, before we join the dance again.
Manuela Cardiga
June 27, 2016
Tradução para Português! MANscapes...
- Quando as mulheres sofrem abusos emocionais, como eu e tu, Clara; uma parte de nós aprende a acreditar que somos indignas de amor, que merecemos o mal que recebemos. Então nós entregamos-nos a pessoas como o Walker. Que nos amará, oh sim ... Mas ... Não é amor bom, Clara. É amor vampírico. Amor que dói e nos sobrecarrega, que nos suga as energias, que se alimenta das nossas almas.
Os dedos magros de Sylvine acariciaram suavemente os cabelos de Clara úmidos de lágrimas, e ela sussurrou:
- Então como meninas magoadas contamos a nós mesmas a velha história do amor incondicional para nos consolarmos: temos de dar de nós, e dar generosamente; e então um dia, aquele amor mágico vai transformar os indignos em merecedores.
Ela fez uma pausa,
- Mas sabes, Clara, quem nós acreditamos que não merece amor, quem queremos transformar, não é aos outros, é a nós mesmas.
- Não ... - Clara gemeu.
- Sim. A verdadeira transformação só acontecerá - a felicidade, Clara! - quando aprendemos a aceitar o amor como a dadiva de outra pessoa. Quando finalmente aceitarmos que merecemos receber por direito do nosso valor aquele mesmo amor que damos e damos tão obstinadamente sem esperança de retorno.
tradução para Português:
MANscapes: Journey into Light
Manuela Cardiga
Os dedos magros de Sylvine acariciaram suavemente os cabelos de Clara úmidos de lágrimas, e ela sussurrou:
- Então como meninas magoadas contamos a nós mesmas a velha história do amor incondicional para nos consolarmos: temos de dar de nós, e dar generosamente; e então um dia, aquele amor mágico vai transformar os indignos em merecedores.
Ela fez uma pausa,
- Mas sabes, Clara, quem nós acreditamos que não merece amor, quem queremos transformar, não é aos outros, é a nós mesmas.
- Não ... - Clara gemeu.
- Sim. A verdadeira transformação só acontecerá - a felicidade, Clara! - quando aprendemos a aceitar o amor como a dadiva de outra pessoa. Quando finalmente aceitarmos que merecemos receber por direito do nosso valor aquele mesmo amor que damos e damos tão obstinadamente sem esperança de retorno.
tradução para Português:
MANscapes: Journey into Light
Manuela Cardiga
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WONDERFUL!
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In glamorous 18th Century Versailles someone is murdering the Court Jesters.Courtesan turned Detective Noelle de Jouissance is ordered by Louis XV to investigates the hideous crimes, and finds herself embroiled in the sex-mad Royal Family erotic secrets; her virginal sidekick - novice-nun Desiree - is being pursued by the King's lecherous brother; the King is out to seduce the Queen and her Mistress, and the only clue to the killer's identity is a tattoo on his scrotum...
"Desire's Detective" is a tongue-in-cheek take on the sexy shenanigans of Louis XV's sinful court; a heady mix of comedy, drama, eroticism, murder-mystery and historical tit-bits that are guaranteed to be totally inaccurate.
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