tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49741364027101043542011-04-21T12:27:06.147-07:00The earliest attestation of the term symbolon is in the Homeric Hymn to Hermes where Hermes on seeing the tortoise exclaims συμβολον ηδη μοι "symbolon of joy to me!" before turning it into a lyre.Mario Limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12859859708760940642noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974136402710104354.post-7148550811181147042006-10-22T06:18:00.000-07:002006-10-23T07:15:34.783-07:00<em>“Espera por mim, e eu voltarei.<br />Espera tão somente, </em><br /><em>espera, com a tristeza das chuvas amarelas,<br />espera, na janela com a neve presente,<br />espera, no forte calor,<br />espera, quando um amigo não espera,<br />esquecido na noite anterior.<br />Espera, quando de um lugar distante<br />já não chegam cartas,<br />espera, mesmo quando o que </em><br /><em>espera junto a ti se farta.<br /><br />Espera por mim, e eu voltarei,</em><br /><em>não queiras convencer<br />os que sabem de cor<br />que é tempo de esquecer.<br />Pois que acreditem mãe e filho<br />que de mim não há traço.<br />Que os amigos distraídos esperem, </em><br /><em>junto ao fogo, num abraço,<br />curtindo o vinho grave<br />à alma que padece...<br />Espera. E em beber com eles<br />não te apresses.<br /><br />Espera por mim, e eu voltarei,<br />para contrariar toda morte.<br />Que quem não me esperou diga: - teve sorte.<br />Não entendas, nem esperes que entendam,<br />que no meio do fogo<br />a tua esperança me salvou.<br />O que eu vi viverei apenas contigo,<br />- pois es simples e sabes esperar,<br />como nenhum outro amigo.“<br /></em><br /><strong>Constantin Simonov, 1941<br /></strong><br />Poema importante. Espero que a minha tradução agrade.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4974136402710104354-714855081118114704?l=symbolonofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mario Limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12859859708760940642noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974136402710104354.post-8230519613255071482006-08-28T13:42:00.000-07:002006-08-28T13:51:31.151-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2338/607194385096448/1600/le%20gout%20des%20mots%2075x25.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2338/607194385096448/320/le%20gout%20des%20mots%2075x25.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><em>“Let's fall in love<br />Why shouldn't we fall in love?<br />Our hearts are made of it<br />Let's take a chance<br />Why be afraid of it?”</em><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><br />Arlen and Koehler’s song recorded by Ella Fitzgerald, invites young people to fall in love. But the old jazz song sounds a bit naïve nowadays.<br />I believe that never before has loving been such a “politically incorrect” subject. Career success and economic independence are what young people admire. Idols are young, self made millionaires. And love is mostly perceived as a risk, preventing people from seizing all the opportunities and fun that life provides. Love is associated with dependence, responsibility and commitment - and young people want control, detachment and freedom.<br />As love no longer justifies anything today, what remains is fear. And it is this fear that is now the foundation of all relationships among people, cultures and religions. What are we to expect? Individuals are more and more individualistic, and the risk is ending up alone.<br />In my work, i want to assume the risk of hoping that falling in love doesn’t compromise freedom. And that if we want to succeed in life, it is by learning how to love what is different, even though it may sound strange... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4974136402710104354-823051961325507148?l=symbolonofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mario Limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12859859708760940642noreply@blogger.com0