Encontrei e gostei... e partilho...
I turned the lights on for I didn't want to remain in the darkness... blindness I do not wish for...
by Amiana
Porque às vezes se é cego ao que está ao alcance dos dedos fechados, ao que se deseja, ao que está mesmo sob os olhos que teimam em abrir...
Porque por vezes é menos penoso ver o que se quer e não o que realmente é.
Disseram-me que o olhar não mentia... sabias disso?
"... the legend of Narcissus, a youth who daily knelt beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty.
He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.
But this was not how the author of the book ended the story.
He said that when Narcissus died, the Goddesses of the Forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.
"Why do you weep?" the Goddesses asked.
"I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied.
"Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus," they said, "for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand."
"But..... was Narcissus beautiful?" the lake asked.
"Who better than you to know that?" the Goddesses said in wonder, "After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!!"
The lake was silent for some time.
Finally it said: "I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected."
From "The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho
The best part of the book...
In the Heart
In the Wings
In the Hand
In the Neck
In the Laugh
In the Tongue
Garden of Eden