quarta-feira, maio 31, 2006

Para a serenidade

Deixara, há dois dias, a memória de duas canções, porque 'precisamos de vozes para agir'. Depois, zanguei-me (como se pode ver na entrada de ontem e não me arrependo dela), mas continuo sempre a (re)buscar a serenidade.
Lembrei-me desse poema de Kipling - mas eu, neste como noutros, por vezes lembro ou releio apenas os versos que, no momento, me "falam" -, creio que não será pecado recordar (a mim, mas dedicado a vós também, se aqui passardes desalentados) somente recortes.
(Para não ser pecado, deixarei em "rodapé" o poema total)

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
(...)

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
(...)
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

(...)
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

(...)
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
(...)
___________
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Rudyard Kipling, If

4 comentários:

TsiWari disse...

E lembro também:

"No, no nos moverán..."


:-) ***

emn disse...

Tenho medo do «rebanho» que temos sido... Espero que todos «acordem»... para que possamos continuar a ser Gente.

IC disse...

Tsiwari :-)***

Emn: A vida fez-me aprender a recomeçar e acordar também é, todos os dias, recomeçar :)
(Eu ainda não sei como posso "recomeçar" a lutar pelo s. de ensino, mas espero vir a ter alguma ideia - reformada, não sei bem como, mas alguma pequenina ideia me há-de vir para continuar convosco)

(Desculpem, acrescentei a imagem depois de já ter posto a entrada)

Amélia disse...

Êi, ser reformado do ensinio nãoi significa abandonar a luta...eu já o sou há quase 3 anos...mas nunca deixei de me sentir professora...
beijo amigo