Pedro is back!

Pedro came back from the states over a week ago... but only today I loured him to climb :)

I realized I missed this. I knew I missed him.

We renamed "Placa sem nome" to "Placa com nome". Next time, we have to do "Equilibrium" :)

In the middle of the night

I had this strange dream today... I woke up and quickly some notes before it swooned in my mind completely. Now I am left with the notes, and little understanding...


was just walking... in a desert or what... stopped...flees...goats. Went on... white bull, no fence, locked, they saved me. explaining? toilet.


I think I am remembering something actually. Like I was walking on a sandy dusty surface between two high fences or walls. There was a very ordinary cow-fence gate in the end. And the pasture (dry'n'dusty?) looked empty. So I opened the gate. I saw fence very close on my left hand side, and the space was opening to the right.
And there he was, a big white bull. I tried to make a move towards the fence (and escape!) to the right, but noticed that he was really angry. I was surprised, as I usually do not get attacked by animals. I thought of returning, but the gate somehow remained open.
A long moment.
Got even longer.
What now? This was wrong!

Well, someone came (probably that kind of agricultural car) and saved me, as my notes say. I was probably trying to explain my presence there by the need to pee.


Hum.
It is great to have dreams!!!

We don't always like what we see when the whirlwind calms down.

...and my head is a whirlwind with elements, tents, graphs and tiredness...

Lost & Found on the web... II

"Learning from mistakes means not thinking about how you can compensate for them, but thinking about how you can avoid them in the future. Not trying to balance yourself, but trying to improve yourself. Not stagnating, but moving forward."

 - S. B. Yapa

Poetry we were forced to learn

"Za trochu lásky šel bych svĕta kraj,
šel s hlavou odkrytou a šel bych bosý,
šel v ledu – ale v duši vĕčný máj,
šel vichřicí – však slyšel zpívat kosy,
šel pouští – a mĕl v srdci perly rosy.
Za trochu lásky šel bych svĕta kraj,
jak ten, kdo zpívá u dveří a prosí."

As kids, we were forced to learn quite a few poems that did not and could not make any sense to us. Like the one about postbox, that I accidentaly remember today while walking Baba. After all those years, it finally popped in.

Made me recall one day, when our Literature teacher came with an offer: "you need to learn (memorize actually) one of Jaroslav Vrchlický's poems". There were two to choose from. One about love (7 lines), and one about winter (52 somewhat shorter lines). Of course everyone's choice was the incomprehensive short thing. Just me and my best friend were taken by a fairytale-like poem about a magician's journey along the world... ...made perfect sense at that time.

As for today, it still does. Learning poems is a piece of cake once you get to understand them.

Anyway. Here goes a translation (collective work)

For a little bit of love I would have walked to the other end of the world, 

I would have walked with uncovered head and barefoot,

I would have walked through the ice yet there would be May in my soul, 

I would have walked through the storm yet i would hear the blackbirds singing, 

I would have walked accross the desert, yet in my heart there would be pearls of dew. 

For a little bit of love i would have walked to the other end of the world,

like he who sings at the doorstep, beseeching.

A haze too real

I dreamed about Sanji again. Very vividly.
Aint he a real person after all?

Reguengo do Fetál

Enchanting weekend in Reguengo.
Ropes, gear, relaxed Yoanna, magic Pedro, nonchalant Jakub and delicious Tagine.

...and lots of routes climbed unhastily.