"O que o pai calou aparece na boca do filho, e muitas vezes descobri que o filho era o segredo revelado do pai. " - Nietzsche
Sobre os estrategistas e suas regras multidiscipliares:
"What happened to the father appears in a child's mouth, and often discovered that the son was the secret revealed the father." - Nietzsche
Why have you forsaken me?
Father forgive them ...
They do not know what to do! ...
Why Father? Why?
They knew what they were doing?
They always knew!
They know everything, Father!
They know that all feelings, Father!
They know how the mind works ...
They know that the soul that needs ...
They know what we should eat, Father
What should we think, Father ...
How should we think
How should we act
The time to act and what is the strategy of the game ... Father
They deceived us ... You always knew? Father. ..
You knew it all, Father?
Why you never said this to me? Father
Why not taught me the rules of the game?
Did you know? Father
You also always knew that they knew?
Only I believed? Father ...
Only I, who believed?
To prove what and to whom?
Freedom is this, Father?
Freewill is this? Father
They can choose for us? Father ..
They speak for all and decide for everyone, Father?
Who decides for me?
They washed their hands for me!
Up to You? Father ...
Who are they, Father? Who are they?
Where are they now?
Deciding the future of the world?
What world? Father ...
Is there a world? There will be a world?
There was a World? A filthy world, Father ...
The blood is not flowing in my blood ...
It's waste and poisons ...
The water that washed his hands are contaminated Father
And its light was not enough, Father!
They sought more light ...
They did not need His light ...
Your Light is little for them ...
They could not see your light ...
What is potentially infinitely stronger than the light them.
So they invented one, and invent a different light and more ...
Its light was dim. Its light, life was ... But it was little for them ...
So they invented other inventors and other light more ...
A light that makes life, but also brings death.
And life eternal, that was not the quest intended.
It was just the pleasure, Father ..
More pleasure is a pleasure ...
The time is no stop
Not only turn ...
And they will continue ... For the pleasure is immediate, Father!
The moment is what mattered, Father ...
One moment is enough ...
And they know, Father
Instant ... Just a moment ...
One moment is enough ... Father, we go wrong?
Just me? Only?
No. .. No, no. was not of this world, I saw ...
No, not this world that I lived ...
And I died, Father
I died ...
And I will not be reborn more ...
Not for you, neither they nor anyone!
I'm living in love, my father ...
I just love, Father
Only love ...
Love is life .. Love is not the Truth
Love is the art
As a matter of understanding ...
All we need is love ...
Maria Tereza Penna
"We have no art to die for the truth."
"If a man really have much faith can afford the luxury of being cynical."
"Without music, life would be a mistake."
"The music gives the passions means of obtaining pleasure from them."
"I was hurt, not me you have lied, but because I can not believe you again."
"You must have chaos in here to generate a star."
"What does not cause my death makes me stronger."
"What we do for love is always beyond good and evil."
"The more we raise, the less we seem in the eyes of those who do not fly."
"Become what thou art."
"The true man wants two things: danger and play."
"Love is a state in which men are more likely to see things as they are not."
"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that, in doing so, also does not become a monster. And if you gaze for a long time, into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you."
"The monkey is an animal too friendly to that man descended from him."
"You can achieve a great success when we remain true to ourselves."
"Even God has one hell: it is his love for mankind."
"The will is powerless over what's behind it. Not being able to destroy the time nor the overwhelming greed of the time, is the most lonely anguish of will."
"For most, how small is the portion of pleasure just to make life pleasant!"
"A soul that knows love, but that in turn does not love, betrays its bottom - the surface is what it's lowest."
About strategists and their rules multidiscipliares:
"In individuals, insanity is rare - but in groups, parties, in people, in times, is the rule."
"The convictions are the enemies of truth far more dangerous than lies."
"God is dead: but considering the state it is the human species, perhaps by a millennium there will show caves in which his shadow."
"We are very unfair to God. Not even allow him to sin."
I, Maria Tereza Penna just does not digest or agree or am reviewing. Why has not learned to love with such intensity. Maybe I have a childlike faith or has not been hurt enough for understand this:
"I'm too proud to believe that a man love me: would assume that he knows who I am. Nor do I believe that you can love someone, it would mean I thought a man of my condition."
We exchanged our moral and social values for crack and other poisons. Why? Why?
What we did with the art of love?