Minha doce trigueira

Porque andas tu mal comigo
Ó minha doce trigueira
Quem me dera ser o trigo
Que andando pisas na eira

Quando entre as mais raparigas
Vais cantando entre as searas
Eu choro ao ouvir-te as cantigas
que cantas nas noites claras

Por isso nada me medra
Ando curvado e sombrio
Quem me dera ser a pedra
em que tu lavas no rio

E falam com tristes vozes
Do teu amor singular
Aquela casa onde coses
Com varanda para o mar

Por isso nada me medra
Ando curvado e sombrio
Quem me dera ser a pedra
Em que tu lavas no rio

Poesia de Gomes Leal

Paz Sem Limites

Ruhe auf der Flucht by Adrian Ludwig Richter, 1873

O povo que andava nas trevas viu uma grande luz; habitavam numa terra de sombras, mas uma luz brilhou sobre eles. 

Multiplicaste a alegria, aumentaste o júbilo; alegram-se diante de ti como os que se alegram no tempo da colheita, como se regozijam os que repartem os despojos. 

Pois Tu quebraste o seu jugo pesado, a vara que lhe feria o ombro e o bastão do seu capataz, como na jornada de Madian. 

Porque a bota que pisa o solo com arrogância e a capa empapada em sangue serão queimadas e serão pasto das chamas. 

Porquanto um menino nasceu para nós, um filho nos foi dado; tem a soberania sobre os seus ombros, e o seu nome é: Conselheiro-Admirável, Deus herói, Pai-Eterno, Príncipe da paz. 

Dilatará o seu domínio com uma paz sem limites, sobre o trono de David e sobre o seu reino. Ele o estabelecerá e o consolidará com o direito e com a justiça, desde agora e para sempre. Assim fará o amor ardente do SENHOR do universo. 

Salmos 96(95),1-2a.2b-3.11-12.13.

Camões, de Roy Campbell

Camões, alone, of all the lyric race,
Born in the black aurora of disaster,
Can look a common soldier in the face:
I find a comrade where I sought a master:
For daily, while the stinking crocodiles
Glide from the mangroves on the swampy shore,
He shares my awning on the dhow, he smiles,
And tells me that he lived it all before.
Through fire and shipwreck, pestilence and loss,
Led by the ignis fatuus of duty
To a dog’s death — yet of his sorrows king —
He shouldered high his voluntary Cross,
Wrestled his hardships into forms of beauty,
And taught his gorgon destinies to sing. 

Roy Campbell

A Palavra "Caridade"

"Hoje em dia as pessoas têm medo da palavra “caridade”, têm medo de palavras, atribuem conotações e pesos à palavra “caridade”. Na acepção de São Paulo, caridade é amor, é espírito de serviço, é o outro precisar de nós sem que nós precisemos do outro e portanto levamos o que ele precisa e não o que nós queremos levar. A solidariedade é algo mais frio que incumbe ao Estado e que não tem que ver com amor, mas sim com direito adquiridos. Infelizmente empobrecemos a nossa língua atribuindo algumas conotações a algumas palavras e portanto temos medo de as usar."

Jornal i
Isabel Jonet, uma mulher cuja coragem tem-me vindo a impressionar cada vez mais.

The Demon of Evil

Dostoevsky warned that "great events could come upon us and catch us intellectually unprepared." This is precisely what has happened. And he predicted that "the world will be saved only after it has been possessed by the demon of evil." Whether it really will be saved we shall have to wait and see: this will depend on our conscience, on our spiritual lucidity, on our individual and combined efforts in the face of catastrophic circumstances. But it has already come to pass that the demon of evil, like a whirlwind, triumphantly circles all five continents of the earth... 

 Men Have Forgotten God
 by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

O Homem-Manada

The true "herdist" will carefully avoid acting or thinking originally, in order not to destroy the uniformity which is so dear to him, and he is also ready to rise immediately against anybody who dares to act independently and thus destroy the sacred unity of the uniform group to which he belongs. The loyal herdist will not rise alone against the sacrilegious offender; he will have the support of the rest of the circumscribed society and thus a mass action of collective protest will take place, forcing the "lonely individual" to conform or to withdraw. It must be fully borne in mind that no one of us is completely free from the influence of the herdist instinct and even the noblest among us yield to its dark appeal in one form or the other. 

The herdist instinct is furthermore not only personal, in the sense that it clamors for a personal collectivism; it creates also a longing and desire for the visual or acoustic contemplation of identitarian or uniformistic phenomena. The true herdist, the man truly dominated by that inferior instinct, will not only rejoice in marching amongst twenty thousand uniformly clad soldiers, all stepping rhythmically in one direction, but he will find an almost equal gratification in contemplating the show from a balcony. He will not only be happy in sitting amidst two hundred other bespectacled businessmen, drinking beer and humming one chant in unison, but the aspect of a skyscraper with a thousand identical windows will probably impress him more than a picture by Botticelli or Zurbarán.

Erik von Kuenhelt-Leddihn, The Menace of the Herd

Princípios e Economia

Abandonment of Christian principles led to Europe’s economic crisis: Hungarian Prime Minister 

Orban said at the XIV Congress of Catholics and Public Life on “Hope and the Christian response to the crisis.” Behind every successful economy, Orban said, there is “some kind of spiritual driving force.” Viktor Orban “A Europe governed according to Christian values would regenerate.”

 “The European crisis,” he said, “has not come by chance but by the carelessness and neglect of their responsibilities by leaders who have questioned precisely those Christian roots. That is the driving force that allowed European cohesion, family, work and credit. These values were the old continental economic power, thanks mainly to the development which in those days was done in accordance with [those] principles.”