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Se soubesses as saudades
que eu tenho
Sem saber para onde vou
nem de onde venho
Saudades do teu sorriso
lindo e branco
Saudades da tua voz
pelo vento embalada
Saudades dos teus olhos
com cor de espanto
Saudades do teu cheiro
de terra molhada
Tenho saudades da tua pele
doce e macia
Tenho saudades de um sentimento
que antes não existia
Saudades das nossas conversas
recheadas de medos
Tenho saudades de quando me aquecias
com o teu calor
Saudades das palavras que me dizias
temperadas de amor
Tenho saudades da vida
que por nós foi vivida
Saudades de ti, minha deusa querida
Tenho saudades de sentir
o teu olhar em mim
Saudades dos nossos beijos
que pareciam não ter fim

- António Jacob

Se gosto de ti, se gostas de mim, se isto não chega tens o mundo ao contrário...

Para me distrair um pouco, que tirei uma semana de férias, a primeira em muitos anos só para viver um pouco comigo mesmo. Logo se calhar vou cravar alguém para um joguinho...

Sim, os tchetchenos têm filhos, "i hope the russian love their children too", etc.. Não falseemos a questão. Por partes:

1. os muçulmanos radicais, se conseguissem o seu intento, erradicariam do planeta quaisquer outras formas de cultura e vivência; "nós" não.

2. amanhã, vem o meu vizinho de baixo dizer "já não pago mais condomínio nem comparticipo em obras"; o resto da malta espeta-lhe com um advogado em cima porque há danos a reparar em partes comuns do prédio; o inquilino separatista começa a deitar baldes de dejectos, todos os dias, no vão da escada. Porque é livre e ninguém o pode obrigar, pela força, a seguir uma doutrina que ele não reconhece.

3. o terrorismo de Estado é indesculpável, mas NÃO VISA directamente as populações inocentes; os guerrilheiros separatistas, contudo, utilizam muitas vezes a plebe como escudo humano. E assumamos por um instante que a Tchechenia tem razão. Que é exercido um jugo repressor, desumano, insustentável, por parte dos russos. Em Timor, não havia algo semelhante? Veio o Matan Ruak para Jakarta mandar putos pelo ar? Veio o Xanana? Com o dinheiro que se gastou no atentado, fazia-se facilmente chegar às Nações Unidas um Ramos-Horta qualquer, com provas, com voz, e com razão. Até através dos estados árabes "aliados" da Tchetchenia.

Mas não. Junta-se o útil ao agradável e mandam-se pessoas pelo ar.

What shall bring the doom | of death to Othin,
When the gods to destruction go?"

Vafthruthnir spake:
53. "The wolf shall fell | the father of men,
And this shall Vithar avenge;
The terrible jaws | shall he tear apart,
And so the wolf shall he slay."

Othin spake:
54. "Much have I fared, | much have I found,
Much have I got from the gods:
What spake Othin himself | in the ears of his son,
Ere in the bale-fire he burned?"

Vafthruthnir spake:
55. "No man can tell | what in olden time
Thou spak'st in the ears of thy son;
With fated mouth | the fall of the gods
And mine olden tales have I told;
With Othin in knowledge | now have I striven,
And ever the wiser thou art."

I was sent forth from the power,

and I have come to those who reflect upon me,
and I have been found among those who seek after me.
Look upon me, you who reflect upon me,
and you hearers, hear me.
You who are waiting for me, take me to yourselves.
And do not banish me from your sight.
And do not make your voice hate me, nor your hearing.
Do not be ignorant of me anywhere or any time. Be on your guard!
Do not be ignorant of me.
For I am the first and the last.
I am the honored one and the scorned one.
I am the whore and the holy one.
I am the wife and the virgin.
I am and the daughter.
I am the members of my mother.
I am the barren one
and many are her sons.
I am she whose wedding is great,
and I have not taken a husband.
I am the midwife and she who does not bear.
I am the solace of my labor pains.
I am the bride and the bridegroom,
and it is my husband who begot me.
I am the mother of my father
and the sister of my husband
and he is my offspring.
I am the slave of him who prepared me.
I am the ruler of my offspring.
But he is the one who begot me before the time on a birthday.
And he is my offspring in (due) time,
and my power is from him.
I am the staff of his power in his youth,
and he is the rod of my old age.
And whatever he wills happens to me.
I am the silence that is incomprehensible
and the idea whose remembrance is frequent.
I am the voice whose sound is manifold
and the word whose appearance is multiple.
I am the utterance of my name.
Why, you who hate me, do you love me,
and hate those who love me?
You who deny me, confess me,
and you who confess me, deny me.
You who tell the truth about me, lie about me,
and you who have lied about me, tell the truth about me.
You who know me, be ignorant of me,
and those who have not known me, let them know me.
For I am knowledge and ignorance.
I am shame and boldness.
I am shameless; I am ashamed.
I am strength and I am fear.
I am war and peace.
Give heed to me.
I am the one who is disgraced and the great one.
Give heed to my poverty and my wealth.
Do not be arrogant to me when I am cast out upon the earth,
and you will find me in those that are to come.
And do not look upon me on the dung-heap
nor go and leave me cast out,
and you will find me in the kingdoms.
And do not look upon me when I am cast out among those who
are disgraced and in the least places,
nor laugh at me.
And do not cast me out among those who are slain in violence.
But I, I am compassionate and I am cruel.
Be on your guard!
Do not hate my obedience
and do not love my self-control.
In my weakness, do not forsake me,
and do not be afraid of my power.
For why do you despise my fear
and curse my pride?
But I am she who exists in all fears
and strength in trembling.
I am she who is weak,
and I am well in a pleasant place.
I am senseless and I am wise.
Why have you hated me in your counsels?
For I shall be silent among those who are silent,
and I shall appear and speak,
Why then have you hated me, you Greeks?
Because I am a barbarian among the barbarians?
For I am the wisdom of the Greeks
and the knowledge of the barbarians.
I am the judgement of the Greeks and of the barbarians.
I am the one whose image is great in Egypt
and the one who has no image among the barbarians.
I am the one who has been hated everywhere
and who has been loved everywhere.
I am the one whom they call Life,
and you have called Death.
I am the one whom they call Law,
and you have called Lawlessness.
I am the one whom you have pursued,
and I am the one whom you have seized.
I am the one whom you have scattered,
and you have gathered me together.
I am the one before whom you have been ashamed,
and you have been shameless to me.
I am she who does not keep festival,
and I am she whose festivals are many.
I, I am godless,
and I am the one whose God is great.
I am the one whom you have reflected upon,
and you have scorned me.
I am unlearned,
and they learn from me.
I am the one that you have despised,
and you reflect upon me.
I am the one whom you have hidden from,
and you appear to me.
But whenever you hide yourselves,
I myself will appear.
For whenever you appear,
I myself will hide from you.
Those who have [...] to it [...] senselessly [...].
Take me [... understanding] from grief.
and take me to yourselves from understanding and grief.
And take me to yourselves from places that are ugly and in ruin,
and rob from those which are good even though in ugliness.
Out of shame, take me to yourselves shamelessly;
and out of shamelessness and shame,
upbraid my members in yourselves.
And come forward to me, you who know me
and you who know my members,
and establish the great ones among the small first creatures.
Come forward to childhood,
and do not despise it because it is small and it is little.
And do not turn away greatnesses in some parts from the smallnesses,
for the smallnesses are known from the greatnesses.
Why do you curse me and honor me?
You have wounded and you have had mercy.
Do not separate me from the first ones whom you have known.
And do not cast anyone out nor turn anyone away
[...] turn you away and [... know] him not.
[...].
What is mine [...].
I know the first ones and those after them know me.
But I am the mind of [...] and the rest of [...].
I am the knowledge of my inquiry,
and the finding of those who seek after me,
and the command of those who ask of me,
and the power of the powers in my knowledge
of the angels, who have been sent at my word,
and of gods in their seasons by my counsel,
and of spirits of every man who exists with me,
and of women who dwell within me.
I am the one who is honored, and who is praised,
and who is despised scornfully.
I am peace,
and war has come because of me.
And I am an alien and a citizen.
I am the substance and the one who has no substance.
Those who are without association with me are ignorant of me,
and those who are in my substance are the ones who know me.
Those who are close to me have been ignorant of me,
and those who are far away from me are the ones who have known me.
On the day when I am close to you, you are far away from me,
and on the day when I am far away from you, I am close to you.
[I am ...] within.
[I am ...] of the natures.
I am [...] of the creation of the spirits.
[...] request of the souls.
I am control and the uncontrollable.
I am the union and the dissolution.
I am the abiding and I am the dissolution.
I am the one below,
and they come up to me.
I am the judgment and the acquittal.
I, I am sinless,
and the root of sin derives from me.
I am lust in (outward) appearance,
and interior self-control exists within me.
I am the hearing which is attainable to everyone
and the speech which cannot be grasped.
I am a mute who does not speak,
and great is my multitude of words.
Hear me in gentleness, and learn of me in roughness.
I am she who cries out,
and I am cast forth upon the face of the earth.
I prepare the bread and my mind within.
I am the knowledge of my name.
I am the one who cries out,
and I listen.
I appear and [...] walk in [...] seal of my [...].
I am [...] the defense [...].
I am the one who is called Truth
and iniquity [...].
You honor me [...] and you whisper against me.
You who are vanquished, judge them (who vanquish you)
before they give judgment against you,
because the judge and partiality exist in you.
If you are condemned by this one, who will acquit you?
Or, if you are acquitted by him, who will be able to detain you?
For what is inside of you is what is outside of you,
and the one who fashions you on the outside
is the one who shaped the inside of you.
And what you see outside of you, you see inside of you;
it is visible and it is your garment.
Hear me, you hearers
and learn of my words, you who know me.
I am the hearing that is attainable to everything;
I am the speech that cannot be grasped.
I am the name of the sound
and the sound of the name.
I am the sign of the letter
and the designation of the division.
And I [...].
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[...] light [...].
[...] hearers [...] to you
[...] the great power.
And [...] will not move the name.
[...] to the one who created me.
And I will speak his name.
Look then at his words
and all the writings which have been completed.
Give heed then, you hearers
and you also, the angels and those who have been sent,
and you spirits who have arisen from the dead.
For I am the one who alone exists,
and I have no one who will judge me.
For many are the pleasant forms which exist in numerous sins,
and incontinencies,
and disgraceful passions,
and fleeting pleasures,
which (men) embrace until they become sober
and go up to their resting place.
And they will find me there,
and they will live,
and they will not die again.

No dia em que mataram as crianças o céu sobre a minha casa era roxo de dor. Havia hematomas nas nuvens como na garganta das mães que carpiam, como nos punhos dos pais, pais como eu, pais como o meu, que esventrados urravam para dentro o torpor da morte completa. No dia em que mataram as crianças, houve gente que nem assim acordou do estupor. Mas o céu sobre a minha casa era cinzento e pesado com as chamas deste nojo de ser gente. No dia em que mataram as crianças, não verti lágrimas senão por um instante, e mais não sei, e mais não achei. Não vou privar-me de nada. Não sofrerei por nenhum deles, não ficarei nem uma hora, nem uma noite no meu canto por eles. Viverei. Arderei. Cada trago deste vinho será uma onda no rio que leva a minha raiva, e cada naco deste pão será uma rocha onde me acoitarei, seguro, sereno, e ai destas mãos, que a poderem, trabalharão cada minuto e cada légua para que se saiba que no dia em que mataram as crianças, para mim foi claro que devo estimar a vida; que devo amar-me e aos meus, e nós não somos como eles, e também há mães que não geram crianças. Eu não sei o que há-de ser de uma terra onde pais como eu e mães como tu condenam, de poltronas imberbes, quem tentou salvar as crianças, e absolvem , de tronos inexistentes, os vampiros que de nós as levaram. Mas sei que por mim, de mim, se estas mãos puderem, ah se puderem, hei-de apertar sobre as veias, espremer em torno dos ossos, fazer com que nem um, mas nem um de entre vós, animais, assassinos, possa beber uma só gota do ar que alimenta as minhas crianças.

Queria responder sem cortes ao comentário da minha querida sócia, conviva e co-forense Isabel, e como tal aqui fica o post... :)




Nunca poria tal hipótese salvo nas circunstâncias bem previstas pela actual Lei.

A questão tem de ser vista conexa com as que a antecedem e sucedem, respectivamente a prevenção e o pós-traumático. Ora,

Começando pelo fim não podemos assumir que todas ou sequer uma maioria de mulheres padeceria de peso na consciência por realizar um aborto; mais,

Não existe em Portugal e no cidadão médio a qualificação cultural, humana e académica, que permita àquele(a) ajuizar com boa fé e valor lúcido o erro em que incorre e as consequências do mesmo,

Isto dito do acto de engravidar, tal como do aborto em si.

Mais ainda se sabe que o Português é por norma irresponsável, libertino, rude e pouco preocupado com a segurança dos seus pares, o que se atesta pelos índices de criminalidade violenta, morte nas estradas, burla, fraude, impunidade institucional e demais agressões ao Estado de Direito.

É líquido daqui admitir que somente uma pequena fracção das mulheres sofreriam psicologicamente com um aborto.

Comentando a tentativa de conferir, ao comum dos mortais, poderes de clarividência quanto aos anos vindouros do nascituro, será no mínimo inconsciente assomar com tal hipótese, dado que, quem engravidou sem querer, nem sequer foi capaz de prever esse mesmo evento, quanto mais preveria algo tão imponderável como (em potencial) cem anos de uma vida que não lhe pertence. Em política seria quase demagógico aventar tal coisa.

É mais ou menos isto, para já...

Resta reafirmar que o dever para com aqueles que por nós vieram, e de nós se fizeram, se sobrepõe de forma irrecorrível à nossa própria comodidade, desejos e projectos.