Smile

Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it’s breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, you’ll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You’ll see the sun come shining through for you

Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That’s the time you must keep on trying

Smile, what's the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile

That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile

( Charles Chaplin )

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I Wanna Know What Love Is
( Celtic Thunder )

Gonna take a little time

A little time to think things over

I better read between the lines

In case I need it when I'm older

Now this mountain I must climb

Feels like a world upon my shoulders

Through the clouds I see love shine

It keeps me warm as life grows colder

In my life there's been heartache and pain

I don't know if I can face it again

Can't stop now, I've travelled so far

To change this lonely life

I’m gonna take a little time

I'm gonna take a little time

A little time to look around me

'Cos I've got nowhere left to hide

In my life there's been heartache and pain

I don't know if I can face it again

I can't stop now, I've traveled so far

To change this lonely life

I wanna know what love is

I wanna know what love is

Wanna feel what love is

Quotes from Alice in Wonderland

Well, I never heard it before, but it sounds uncommon nonsense.
( The Mock Turtle )

It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.
( Alice )

What is the use of repeating all that stuff, if you don't explain it as you go on? It's by far the most confusing thing I ever heard!
( The Mock Turtle )

Padre Pio's Birthday

He was born Francesco Forgione, to Giuseppa and Grazio Forgione,

in the small farming town of Pietrelcina, Italy on May 25, 1887.

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Pietrelcina is located at the Campania region,

from where the Italian part of my family came from.

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This is a Spiritual rather than a Religious tribute.

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''The grain of wheat does not yield anything

unless it suffers and decomposes;

it is the same for the soul and for nations

who need trials and sufferings

so as to rise up purified and renewed.

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The good we endeavor to do to others will always

result in the sanctification of our own souls.

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It is said that even before reaching the Ocean,
a River trembles with fear.
Looks back at its entire journey: the peaks,
the mountains, the long winding path trough forests,
Through villages, and sees before it an Ocean
so vast that to enter it is nothing more
than disappearing forever.
But there is no other way.
The River can’t turn back.
No one can turn back.
Turning back is impossible in life.
One can only go forward.
The River needs to take risks and enter the Ocean.
And only when it enters the Ocean is that the fear disappears,
because only then the River will realize that it is not about
disappearing into the Ocean,
But becoming Ocean.
On one hand it is disappear and on the other it is rebirth.
So are we.
Turning back is impossible in life.
You can go ahead and take risks.
Courage!
Become Ocean!

( Osho )

" Now the arm is no longer the arm stretched

on a cry of victory.
Now the arm is a line, a hairstroke, a mirrored shiny trace.
And all the images are this way: drawings of light,

groupings of particle, of points,

a chart of impulses, a processing of signals.
And thus – it is said – life is retold.
Now they remove from me the layer of flesh,

drain all the blood, sharpen the bones into luminous threads.

And there I am, around the halls, around the houses,

around the cities, looking like myself.
A draft.
A nebulous figure, made out of light and shade
Just like a star.
Now I am a star. "

(Elis Regina)

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"Agora o braço não é mais o braço erguido num grito de gol.

Agora o braço é uma linha, um traço,

um rastro espelhado e brilhante.

E todas as figuras são assim: desenhos de luz,

agrupamentos de pontos de partículas,

um quadro de impulsos, um processamento de sinais.

E assim ­ - dizem - recontam a vida.

Agora retiram de mim a cobertura da carne,

escorrem todo o sangue,

afinam os ossos em fios luminosos.

E aí­ estou, pelo salão, pelas casas, pelas cidades,

parecida comigo.

Um rascunho.

Uma forma nebulosa, feita de luz e sombra.

Como uma estrela.

Agora eu sou uma estrela."

(Elis Regina)