Acontece...
Acontece o céu ficar assim por cima da Ponte. Acontece ter a sorte de nascer no Porto Formoso.
Agenda para o fim de semana
O Grupo Folclórico do Porto Formoso promove “Noites de Verão”. Do dia 13 a 15 de Julho, nas sempre futuras instalações do Centro Multiusos do Porto Formoso, ou seja, no local do antigo e saudoso Salão. Dia 13 de Julho, 21h00 SNACK GIRLS Dia 14 de Julho, 21h00 ENFINTUNA – Tuna Académica da Escola de Enfermagem Dia 15 de Julho, 21h00 Norberto (Viola da terra) Rogério Janeiro (Violão) José Janeiro (Acordeão) António José Vidinha (Viola da terra) Apoios: Câmara Municipal da Ribeira Grande; Comissão da Igreja de N.ª Sr.ª da Graça; António Luís (som e iluminação) e Grupos Participantes.
Comentários
espero que A Casa da Mosca surpreenda os seus leitores e não seja um blog chato e previsível.
Lá para 6ª feira haverá post de Natal.
Se os nossos emgrantes enviarem fotos dos presépios dos EUA e Canada ficaria muito agradecido.
Cumprimentos
Thunder rumbles in the mountain passes
And lightning rattles the eaves of our homes.
Floodwaters await in our avenues.
Snow falls upon snow, falls upon snow
To avalanche
Over unprotected villages.
The sky slips low and gray and threatening.
We question ourselves. What have we done to
so affront nature?
We interrogate and worry God.
Are you there? Are you there, really?
Does the covenant you made with us still
hold?
Into this climate of fear and apprehension,
Christmas enters,
Streaming lights of joy, ringing bells of hope
And singing carols of forgiveness high up in
the bright air.
The world is encouraged to come away from
rancor,
Come the way of friendship.
It is the Glad Season.
Thunder ebbs to silence and lightning sleeps
Quietly in the corner.
Floodwaters recede into memory.
Snow becomes a yielding cushion to aid us
As we make our way to higher ground.
Hope is born again in the faces of children.
It rides on the shoulders of our aged as they
Walk into their sunsets.
Hope spreads around the earth, brightening
all things,
Even hate, which crouches breeding in dark
Corridors.
In our joy, we think we hear a whisper.
At first it is too soft. Then only half heard.
We listen carefully as it gathers strength.
We hear a sweetness.
The word is peace.
It is loud now.
Louder than the explosion of bombs.
We tremble at the sound. We are thrilled by
its presence.
It is that for which we have hungered.
Not just the absence of war. But true Peace.
A harmony of spirit, a comfort of courtesies.
Security for our beloveds , and their beloveds.
We clap hands and welcome the Peace of
Christmas.
We beckon this good season to wait awhile
with us.
We, Baptist and Buddhist, Methodist and
Muslim, say come.
Peace.
Come and fill us and our world with your
majesty.
We, the Jew and the Jainist, the Catholic and
the Confucian,
Implore you to stay awhile with us
So we may learn by your shimmering light
How to look beyond complexion and see
community.
It is Christmas time, a halting of hate time.
On this platform of peace, we can create a
Language
To translate ourselves to ourselves and to
each other.
At this Holy Instant, we celebrate the Birth of
Jesus Christ
Into the great religion of t he world.
We jubilate the precious advent of trust.
We shout with glorious tongues the coming of
hope.
All the earth’s tribes loosen their voices
To celebrate the promise of Peace.
We, Angels and Mortals, Believers and
Nonbelievers,
Look heavenward and speak the word aloud.
Peace. We look at our world and speak the
world aloud.
Peace. We look at each other, then into
ourselves,
And we say without shyness or apology or
hesitation:
Peace, My brother.
Peace, My sister.
Peace, My Soul.
By: Maya Angelou
Boas Festas, e Feliz Ano Novo