Letter from Abraham Lincoln to his son's teacher

"Dear teacher, he will have to learn that not all men are fair, not all are true, but please tell him that for every villain is a hero to every selfish, there is a dedicated leader.

Teach him, please, that for every enemy there will also be a friend, teach him to win a coin worth more than a coin found.

Teach him to lose, but also learn to enjoy the victory, move it away from envy and give you the know the profound joy of silent smile.

Do you marvel at the books, but also let you lose yourself in the sky with the birds, the flowers in the fields, the hills and valleys.

In play with friends, explain that honorable defeat is better than a shameful victory, teach them to believe in themselves, even if alone against all.

Teach him to be gentle with gentle and tough with the tough, teach him to never get on the train simply because others also came.

Teach him to listen to everyone, but the moment of truth, to decide alone. Teach him to laugh when you're sad and explain that sometimes men also cry.

Teach him to ignore the crowds who demand blood and fighting alone against all, if he thinks he's right.

Treat him well, but not the baby, because only the test of fire makes the real steel. Let him have the courage to be impatient and patience to be brave.

Convey him a sublime faith in the Creator and also faith itself, for only thus can have faith in men.

I know I'm asking a lot, but see what you can do, dear teacher. "

Carta de Abraham Lincoln para o professor de seu filho

“Caro professor, ele terá de aprender que nem todos os homens são justos, nem todos são verdadeiros, mas por favor diga-lhe que, para cada vilão há um herói, para cada egoísta, há um líder dedicado.

Ensine-o, por favor, que para cada inimigo haverá também um amigo, ensine-o que mais vale uma moeda ganha que uma moeda encontrada.

Ensine-o a perder, mas também a saber gozar da vitória, afaste-o da inveja e dê-lhe a conhecer a alegria profunda do sorriso silencioso.

Faça-o maravilhar-se com os livros, mas deixe-o também perder-se com os pássaros no céu, as flores no campo, os montes e os vales.

Nas brincadeiras com os amigos, explique-lhe que a derrota honrosa vale mais que a vitória vergonhosa, ensine-o a acreditar em si, mesmo se sozinho contra todos.

Ensine-o a ser gentil com os gentis e duro com os duros, ensine-o a nunca entrar no comboio simplesmente porque os outros também entraram.

Ensine-o a ouvir todos, mas, na hora da verdade, a decidir sozinho. Ensine-o a rir quando estiver triste e explique-lhe que por vezes os homens também choram.

Ensine-o a ignorar as multidões que reclamam sangue e a lutar só contra todos, se ele achar que tem razão.

Trate-o bem, mas não o mime, pois só o teste do fogo faz o verdadeiro aço. Deixe-o ter a coragem de ser impaciente e a paciência de ser corajoso.

Transmita-lhe uma fé sublime no Criador e fé também em si, pois só assim poderá ter fé nos homens.

Eu sei que estou a pedir muito, mas veja o que pode fazer, caro professor.“

Davi recorre a misericórdia de Deus e alcança o perdao

                                     salmo cap 6 1-10

senhor não me repreendas na tua ira, nem me castigues no teu furor.

tem misericórdia de mim senhor,porque sou fraco.sara-me senhor porque meus ossos estão quebrados.

ate a minha alma esta quebrada. mais tu senhor ate quando?

volta-te, senhor, livra a minha alma, salva-me por tua benignidade

porque não morte não há lembranças de ti, no selpucro que te louvara?

já estou cansado do meu gemido,toda noite faço nadar a minha cama, molho o meu leito com as minhas próprias lágrimas.

já os meus olhos estão consumidos pela magoa  têm envelhecido por causa dos meus inimigos.

apartai-vos de mim. todos os que praticais a iniquidade. porque o senhor já ouviu a voz do meu lamento.

o senhor já ouvir a minha suplica, o senhor aceitara a minha oração.

envergonhem-se e pertubem-se todos os meus inimigos. tornem atras e envergonhem-se num momento.

vivendo a amargura de um amor.

`` Tive o primeiro amor eu não correspondi esta pessoa por ignorância e crueldade de minha

parte.

O segundo amor que tive maltratei e machuquei a vida dela e fiz dela uma pedra dentro de 

meu sapato
.Agora me apaixonei por ela de tal forma que meu coração sofre.pena que ela nao 

conrrresponde a tanto amor que dedico a ela, nem saber de mim , ela quer.


O que faço, se não consigo amar alguém de novo ?

Peço desculpa pelo que te fiz .´´





by:longuia ( recado para sua amada)

the Giant Sable Antelope

I want to show a true wealth.
  The Giant Sable Antelope is a rare species of antelope, unique to the world, which is the cradle province of Malanje Angola.
  it was thought that the species was extinct as a result of the war that ravaged Angola for many years.
  For the first time, in 2006, Pedro Vaz Pinto, director Luso-Angolan Kissama Foundation and professor of the Center for Studies and Scientific Research of the Catholic University of Angola (UCAN), photographed a group of Cangandala park. It was then the eternal return of this splendid and magnificent antelope to his birthplace. to save palanca were sent some in South Africa, namibia, and Brazil where there could habitats that favor more unfortunate or fortunately these above countries there was no reproduction of the species that lived there was not for long. according to African mythology, is symbol of vividness, speed and beauty: this is perhaps one of the major reasons that made despite the war, has managed to survive.



                                        

                                                 
  The dominant male of the herd when on display against another male, tilt your head forward, placing his horns against the opponent and straightening the body, sometimes digging or pounding the ground with his hooves.

Beautiful, huh?

                                             

Angola Airlines


football team

         

Angolan people's face lit up upon seeing these images. was a decade thinking that this species was endangered.


                           We should thank God for making Angola the country's the Giant Sable Antelope

excuse for not loving

I cry when I see him away from me

cry when you say goodbye.

cry when he does not want to go back.

I cry when I feel that will be the last kiss of the day

crying, crying and crying. just cry all the time
crying, thinking that they no longer love or more
when I think that I love more than anything

crying, seeing his phone ring

just cry, cry, cry
crying all the time
crying, saying that no guy wants to be my friend.
he and the other end sighs
with bitterness in his voice says'' I know you will overcome.''

crying, senseless, when he did not feel as much attention from me. he sits wiping my tears, kissing my hair. sometimes even silent without saying anything hold me in his arms.
cry when I feel threatened by with a smile.
his voice soft, almost solid crying, whining apologizing for last fights and blame my impatience and my sickly jealous. I asked him to forget me, to know that more will always love you.

because it means all the good stuff in me.

we must return

At home, our mines
the beaches,
our fields
we must return

TO our lands red coffee
white cotton
of green cornfields
we must return

At our diamond mines
gold, copper, oil
we must return

Our rivers, our lakes
the mountains, forests
we must return

In the freshness of mulemba
to our traditions
the rhythms and bonfires
we must return

Marimba and quissange
our carnival
we must return

In the beautiful Angolan homeland our land,
our mother we must return
We will return

In Angola released
independent Angola

From the book Sacred Hope, Agostinho Neto