Fatima

“I have a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave I'm afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I'd take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you'd forget me.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“Female psychopaths, researchers eventually realized, don't present like the males. To which I respond: No shit. We women have an emotional wiliness that shellacs us in glossy patina of caring. We have been raised to take interest in promoting healthy interior lives of other humans; preparation, I suppose, for taking on the emotional labor of motherhood - or marriage; either way, really. Few women come into maturity unscathed by the suffocating pink press of girlhood, and even psychopaths are touched by the long, frilly arm of feminine expectations. It's not that women psychopaths don't exist; it's that we fake it better than men.”
― Chelsea G. Summers, A Certain Hunger

“أعطني الناي وغني ~ جبران خليل جبران

أعطني الناي وغني فالغنا سر الوجود
وأنين الناي يبقى بعد أن يفنى الوجود
هل إتخذت الغاب مثلي منـزلاً دون القصور
فتتبعت السواقي وتسلقت الصخور
هل تحممت بعطره وتنشفت بنور
وشربت الفجر خمراً
من كؤوس من أثير
هل جلست العصر مثلي
بين جفنات العنب
والعناقيد تدلت
كثريات الذهب
هل فرشت العشب ليلاً
وتلحفت الفضاء
زاهداً في ما سيأتي
ناسياً ما قد مضى
أعطني الناي وغني
وانسى داء ودواء
إنما الناس سطورٌ
كتبت لكن بماء.

Give me the Flute and Sing
Give me the flute and sing for singing is the secret of existence.
And the sound of the flute remains. After the end of existence.
Have you, as i did, taken the jungle. A house without limitations.
Have you followed the Runnels. And climbed the rocks.

have you bathed in its fragrance and dried yourself in its light.
Have you tried drinking the Dawn as your wine out of divine cups.
Have you, as i did, sat in the afternoon. Between the grapes plants
with the clusters hanging like golden chandlers.

Have you, as i did, slept on the grass at night.
And used the sky as you blanket. Ascetic in what will come.
Forgetting what has passed. Give me the flute and sing.
Forget the disease and medication. For people are only lines. written with water.”
― Jubrān Khalīl Jubrān, UML para Negócios: Modelagem Do Seu Negócio Orientada a Sistemas

“Our lives really do seem strange and mysterious when you look back on them. Filled with unbelievably bizarre coincidences and unpredictable, zigzagging developments. While they are unfolding, it’s hard to see anything weird about them, no matter how closely you pay attention to your surroundings. In the midst of the everyday, these things may strike you as simply ordinary things, a matter of course. They might not be logical, but time has to pass before you can see if something is logical.”
― Haruki Murakami, Killing Commendatore