quarta-feira, 23 de fevereiro de 2011

The Lonely Shoe Lying on the Road


One sad shoe that someone has probably flung
out of a car or truck. Why only one?
This happens on an average one year
in four. But always throughout my
life, my travels, I see it like
a memorandum. Something I have
forgotten to remember,
that there are always
mysteries in life. That shoes
do not always go in pairs, any more
than we do. That one fits;
the other, not. That children can
thoughtlessly and in a merry fashion
chuck out someone's shoe, split up
someone's life.

But usually that shoe that I
see is a man's, old, worn, the sole
parted from the upper.
Then why did the owner keep the other,
keep it to himself? Was he
afraid (as I so often am with
inanimate objects) to hurt its feelings?
That one shoe in the road invokes
my awe and my sad pity.


by Muriel Spark

sexta-feira, 4 de fevereiro de 2011

"Reconhecemos o problema da destruição do ambiente. Contudo, parece que só muito lentamente é que estamos a tomar consciência de que a salvação da ecologia depende da salvação da nossa camada de ozono espiritual e, em particular, da salvação das nossas florestas tropicais espirituais. Não nos deveríamos já ter questionado há muito sobre o que se passa com a conspurcação do pensamento, com a poluição das nossas almas? Muito do que aceitamos nesta cultura media e de consumo corresponde, no fundo, a um lastro tóxico que conduzirá, quase forçosamente, a um envenenamento espiritual."

In "A Luz do Mundo"
Peter Seewald