friendships #1

Nereida, four weeks, contracting her first friendships.

explorations

Nereida, four weeks; like every kid, she poked her nose into everything and never got tired of exploring every corner of the mobile home.

instincts

Nereida, barely four weeks; there were a few drawbacks in growing up with a human surrogate mother, but Nereida's instincts were strong enough to get over them; we spent a lot of time rambling through nature, and she learnd single-handedly to distinguish between eatable and inedible herbs.

fun, joy, affection

Nereida, three and a half weeks; even though she quite complicated my daily life, the joy she brought along made it up a thousand times.

food, shelter, warmth

Nereida, three weeks; I'd never thought that I ever would fall in love and share my bed with a goat... ;-)

(At the age of five weeks, Nereida would have to learn to spend the nights outside, but still we had a period of grace.)

gaining ground

Nereida, two weeks; daily walks in the hills or along the coast; climbing, sampling herbs, getting in touch with other goats (who always were very interested in Nereida, while she mostly preferred hanging on her human mother's apron strings).

the world entire

Nereida, barely two weeks (a new universe-neckband inclusive bell and a neckband against vermin for the blessed one-child... ;-)

Whoever saves one life, saves the world entire.

~ Itzhak Stern ~

Divine

Nereida, four days (the blue neckband, symbolizing the power of the universe, was a friend's gift and would protect her).


If only one life has breathed easier, because you have lived, this is to have succeeded.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~

Nereida [Die kleine Johannisbeerschwarze]

I found her at the end of February, the day before full moon; she was about two days old (the umbilical cord still dangled on her tiny belly), hardly bigger than a cat, famished and full of vermin; when I cowered down to her, she instantly started to suck on my sweater -- and the mutual adoption was a settled matter.


When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.

Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,

I CRY.

~ Maya Angelou ~

your dream inside my dream

dedicated to Zé


Already, you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream.
Love, grief, labour, must sleep now.
Night revolves on invisible wheels
and joined to me you are pure as sleeping amber.

No one else will sleep with my dream, love.
You will go we will go joined by the waters of time.
No other one will travel the shadows with me,
only you, eternal nature, eternal sun, eternal moon.

Already your hands have opened their delicate fists
and let fall, without direction, their gentle signs,
you eyes enclosing themselves like two grey wings,

while I follow the waters you bring that take me onwards:
night, earth, winds weave their fate, and already,
not only am I not without you, I alone am your dream.

~ Pablo Neruda ~

chuva

Vê formaram-se sobre todas as águas
Todas as nuvens.
Os ventos virão de todos os nortes.
Os dilúvios cairão sobre os mundos.
Tu não morrerás.
Não há nuvens que te escureçam.
Não há ventos que te desfaçam.
Não há águas que te afoguem.
Tu és a própria nuvem.
O próprio vento.
A própria chuva sem fim...

~ Cecília Meireles ~

power

Poetic power is great, strong as a primitive instinct; it has its own unyielding rhythms in itself and breaks out as out of mountains.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~