Curiosamente, um dos presentes de Natal desse ano incluía um caderninho de capa dura, que trazia de volta consigo toda a simbologia outrora esquecida. Sendo 2010 um ano tão importante pra mim, sendo ele o último do meu curso e o início de uma fase completamente nova, achei providencial que o símbolo das páginas brancas guardadas por uma capa ornamentada com as cores da esperança e dos planos viesse embrulhado pra presente dias antes do ano novo.
Para tornar mais concreta e visível a providência, em meio aos presentes havia tambem um CD com poemas lidos por artistas conhecidos do publico britanico. Eu decidi não verificar antes quais eram os poemas para me deixar surpreender pela leitura dos mesmos; assim, pus o CD para tocar enquanto fazia uma modesta decoração na página inicial do caderno, e o primeiro poema lido foi Eclesiastes 3: 1-8. Por isso, para celebrar os dois presentes que foram dados por duas pessoas muito importantes na minha vida e o retorno do caderno do ano, transcrevo aqui a escritura inspiradora e pertinente:
Tudo tem o seu tempo determinado, e há tempo para todo o propósito debaixo do céu.
Há tempo de nascer, e tempo de morrer; tempo de plantar, e tempo de arrancar o que se plantou;
Tempo de matar, e tempo de curar; tempo de derrubar, e tempo de edificar;
Tempo de chorar, e tempo de rir; tempo de prantear, e tempo de dançar;
Tempo de espalhar pedras, e tempo de ajuntar pedras; tempo de abraçar, e tempo de afastar-se de abraçar;
Tempo de buscar, e tempo de perder; tempo de guardar, e tempo de lançar fora;
Tempo de rasgar, e tempo de coser; tempo de estar calado, e tempo de falar;
Tempo de amar, e tempo de odiar; tempo de guerra, e tempo de paz.
Hoje é tempo de abrir as portas ao ano novo que se anuncia e dar-lhe as boas-vindas com o coração repleto de esperança de que este ano traga-nos mais tempo para...
nascer,
curar,
edificar,
rir,
dançar,
ajuntar pedras,
amar,
e para a Paz
Seja bem-vindo 2010!
...e aqui uma palhinha, um video com o terceiro poema do CD, a mesma voz de Eclesiastes 3:
A necessary [however rough] translation:
During some years I kept the habit to at the beginning of each year have a new notebook, in which I wrote poems, short texts, ideas for other writings, amongst other registers. The purchase of the notebook to each end of year had a special meaning, had the symbolism to welcome the new year to open the doors to the possible inspirations, beyond of that also having the physical and symbolic representation that emanated from the emptiness of the blank pages. A brand new year was given to be written and inscribed on that notebook. I always have chosen a hardcover notebook with some design that indicated the moment that I was living. Some of those old notebooks still are preserved in Brazil. But the Saga of notebooks has locked up some years ago, when for some inexplicable reason its symbology has vanished and emptied of meaning. I accurately do not know because this happened, but was something that occurred naturally without planning or even my perception while it was happening. Curiously, one of the Christmas presents of this year included one notebook, that brought back all the symbology long ago forgotten. Being 2010 one year so important to me, being it thew last of my course and the beginning of a completely new phase, I found it providential that the symbol of the white pages kept by a decorated cover with the colours of hope and of the new plans came wrapped up as present few days before the new year. To make it even more concrete and visible, among the gifts there was also a CD with poems read by artists known by the British public. I decided not to verify which poems the CD had beforehand, so I could let the poems to surprise me while been read; thus, I put the CD to play while I was making a modest decoration in the initial page of the notebook, then the first poem was Eclesiastes 3:1 - 8. Therefore, to celebrate the two gifts that had been given by two very important people in my life and the return of the notebook of the year, I transcribe the inspiring and pertinent scripture here:
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Today it is time to open the doors to the new year that is coming and welcome it with the heart full of hope that this year brings us more time for…
to be born,
to cure,
to build,
to laugh,
to dance,
to gather rocks,
to love,
and for the Peace
Welcome 2010! … and here is a video with the third poem of the CD, featuring the same voice of Eclesiastes 3:
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