Alcobaça (Leiria) – Portugal

Alcobaça - Portugal

Alcobaça – Portugal

Alcobaça – Sede de concelho, fica situada na confluência dos rios Alcoa e Baça,  cuja aglutinação faz derivar o seu nome – (o que está longe de ser consensual) na zona litoral centro de Portugal. Pertencente ao distrito de Leiria, o concelho de Alcobaça conta com 18 freguesias, sendo o segundo concelho mais industrializado do distrito e um dos mais populosos.  Foi elevada a cidade em 1995. Em Alcobaça, podemos encontrar o célebre mosteiro cisterciense de Santa Maria fundado em 1148 por D. Afonso Henriques. Neste mosteiro, encontram-se os túmulos de D. Pedro e D. Inês de Castro. Reconstruído diversas vezes em vários estilos, desde o Gótico ao Manuelino, este mosteiro é um dos mais belos monumentos do mundo.

County seat, Alcobaça is situated at the confluence of the rivers Alcoa and Baça, whose assemblage derives its name – (which is far from consensual) in coastal central Portugal. Belonging to the district of Leiria, the county of Alcobaça has 18 parishes, being the second most industrialized county in the district and one of the most populous. Became a city in 1995. In Alcobaça, we can find the famous Cistercian monastery of Santa Maria founded in 1148 by D. Afonso Henriques. In this monastery, there are the tombs of King Pedro and D. Inês de Castro. Rebuilt several times in various styles, from Gothic and Manueline, this monastery is one of the most beautiful monuments in the world.

Anúncios

Sementes de Sorrisos

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Nesta terra
Neste solo
Neste puro campo
Não vamos plantar sementes
Com excepção das sementes de compaixão e amor.

~Rumi~

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in English: Source of Inspiration
http://patcegan.wordpress.com/2013/12/30/smile-seeds/

Ser Egoista

Hoje disseram-me que mudei
Que já não sou mais a mesma pessoa
Mas não mudei assim tanto…
Apenas fechei parte de mim no baú
Lá guardei a moça sonhadora
A ingénua rapariga que fui
Sempre certinha sem fugir às regras
A que acreditava que iria ser sempre feliz
Mas de nada adiantou ser a boazinha…
E então, não eu não mudei…
A Vida mudou-me um pouco…
Fez-me colocar a armadura
Por os sonhos bem fechados no baú
Tornei-me um pouco mais egoísta
Consigo hoje rir…quando quero chorar
Mas apenas e tão só porque resolvi
Resolvi pensar mais em mim
No meu hoje e Viver mais intensamente
Cansei de ser sempre a boazinha, o sempre ombro amigo
Que na realidade ainda sou….
Mas o melhor de mim…esse tento guardá-lo
Não o dou mais a conhecer a toda a gente
Embora digam que quem me tenta conhecer melhor…
Meu olhar não engana….e o meu ser transparece..
Tornei-me mais selectiva…ou tento….
Nem sempre minha essência me deixa
É ai que corre riscos….que aquilo que sou e sempre fui, venha ao de cima
E que a minha armadura se quebre…
Hoje eu não quero mais saber de regras nem preconceitos
Tento fazer o que quero e me apetece no momento…
Mas para isso não preciso enganar ninguém
Continuo a detestar mentiras e hipocrisias
Posso não ligar a moralismos…
Mas prefiro, mesmo sendo mais egoísta…
Prefiro guiar-me pela verdade
Não preciso, não quero mentir…
Nem criar ilusões em mim…muito menos nos outros
E é assim que gosto que sejam comigo…
Não quero moralismo que não lhes ligo
Cada um é como é e como quer…
Mas quero sempre a verdade e a honestidade…
Por isso não mudei assim tanto…
Tento Viver mais intensamente…
Talvez sim de facto mais egoísta…
Guardando só para alguns o que de melhor há em mim
Mas nunca com enganos e mentiras…
Esses não são necessários em mim
Detesto manipulações…essas também não as quero…
Quero Viver minha Vida…
Viver intensamente…conforme me for apetecendo…
Mas o meu verdadeiro Eu continua sempre cá
Ainda que com a capa do egoísmo e guardando no fundo de meu baú…

http://alexandraribeiro1981.wordpress.com/2011/06/16/ser-egoista/

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(Today I was told that I have changed, that I am no longer the same person; but I haven’t changed that much… I’ve just closed part of me in the chest, there, I have kept the dreamy girl, the naive young girl who was always right without fleeing the rules, the one who believed that would always be happy. But it did not help being the good girl… and then, no I have not changed, life has changed me a little bit forcing me to put on armour, and to put the dreams in a tightly closed chest. I became a little bit more selfish, I can laugh now… when I want to cry, but only and just because I decided to… I decided to think more about me, my ‘today’ and live it more intensively. Tired of always being the good girl, always the friendly shoulder (which in fact I still am) but the best of me… that, I try to keep it hidden and no longer give to know to everyone else. Although they say, the ones who tries to know me better – That my eyes don’t deceive… and my being transpires… I became more selective, or I try to, but my essence, do not always let me and it’s there that I risk what I’m and always have been, comes to the surface and there my armour is broken. Today I don’t want any more rules or prejudices, I try to do what I want and that I feel like at the moment but I don’t need to fool anyone, I still hate lies and hypocrisy, I may not care to moralism.
But I would prefer, even being more selfish… prefer to guide me by the truth. I don’t need, I don’t  want to lie… or create illusions to myself… much less on others
And this is how I would like they act with me… I don’t want moralism, which I don’t care with them. Each and every one is as it is, and as he wants to be… But I always want the truth and honesty… so I didn’t change that much, I try to live intensively, maybe yes, in fact in a more egoistic way, by keeping just only for some, the best that I have in me, but never with deceit and lies, those are not necessary for me
I hate manipulations, those I also do not want… I want to Live my Life, Live it intensely in accordance to what I feel, but my true Self will always remain here, even with the cover of selfishness and stored in the bottom of my chest …)

 

Aceitação

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Há momentos nas
nossas vidas em que
nós precisamos aceitar
o que não pode ser
modificado. Nós não podemos
modificar as
outras pessoas
apenas
a nossa perspetiva.

Cada um de nós, precisa
crescer com as nossas
experiências; nós
devemos permitir aos outros
fazer o mesmo.

Nós podemos escolher
não estar com
alguém, mas isto
nem sempre é
possível. Assim sendo,
nós precisamos ama-los,
ajuda-los e ir
além do mau comportamento,
aceitando que eles são
o quer que sejam no momento.

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in English: Source of Inspiration
http://patcegan.wordpress.com/2013/12/27/acceptance-3/

Trem da Vida…

Life is like a train journey
Some time ago, I read a book that compared life to a train journey, a very worthwhile read

Our life is like a train journey, full of shipments and landings of small accidents along the way, of pleasant surprises with some shipments and sorrows with some landings.
When we are born, the moment we departed on this train, we found two people that we believe will make the trip with us till the end: our parents. It is not true. Unfortunately, in some station they land, leaving us orphans of their caring, protection, love and affection. But that does not prevent that during the journey, interesting people is boarding who will be special for us: our brothers, friends and lovers.
Many people take this train journey. Others make that journey only experiencing sorrows. And in the train there are also others passing from wagon to wagon, ready to help those in need. Many land, leaving an eternal longing, many others travel on the train in such a way that when they vacate their seats, nobody even notices it.
Odd thing is to consider that some passengers we hold so dear, accommodate themselves in different wagons from us. This forces us to make this trip apart from them. But that does not stop us, only with great difficulty, we cross our wagon and arrive at them.
The difficult thing is to accept that we can’t sit next to them because someone else
already occupied that place. This trip is like this: full of abuses, dreams, fantasies, waits,
arrivals and departures. We know that this train will never return. Let us make this trip in the best possible way, trying to keep a good relationship with everyone, seeking what each one has to offer, remembering that at some stage the path may fail, and probably we will need understand that. Ourselves weakening sometimes, and certainly, someone will understand us. The great mystery is that we don’t know in which stop we will go down. And I wonder, when I get off this train will I miss this? Yes!! Leaving my children to travel alone will be very sad; separating myself from friends I made on it, the love of my life, will be painful for me. But I hold on the hope that, at some point, I will be at the main station, and I will have the thrill of seeing them coming up with their luggage, the luggage that they had not when they embarked. And what will make me happy is knowing that somehow, I collaborated so that this baggage has grown and become invaluable. Now, at this moment, the train slows down for embarking and disembarking people. My expectation increases, as the train decreases its speed… Who will come? Who will leave? I would like you to think on a landing train, not only as a representation of death, but also as end of a story, something that two or more people have built and that, at for a minimal reason they let it collapse. Glad to realize that certain persons like us, have the ability to rebuilding it from the start. This is a sign of determination and struggle, is knowing how to live, you get the best of “all passengers”. Thank you so much for being part of my journey, and though our seats are not side by side, for sure, the wagon is the same.

Pessoas Notáveis

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Possam os seus dias continuar cheios de amor e vida.
Obrigada Pat!!! Pela ternura, generosidade, e exemplo de vida – uma constante e profunda  inspiração.
Com amor, Anabela e Alexandra

(Happy birthday, and may your days be kept full of love and life. Thank you Pat!!! For all your tenderness, generosity, and example of life – a constant and profound inspiration.
Love, Anabela and Alexandra)

A Minha Mente

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Que a minha mente
seja uma ferramenta da Fonte
o meu coração cheio
com amor, que os meus lábios
falem somente a verdade do
seu interior sentido.
Eu quero servir apenas,
para pôr de lado o auto-
centrismo, para permitir
o fluxo da Fonte
manifestar-se através de mim
através de todos os tempos.

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in English: Source of Inspiration
http://patcegan.wordpress.com/2013/12/24/my-mind/