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the equilibrium

2010-11-16T13:40:00.000-08:00

I have a crisis, writer's block, that kind, that makes you crazy and stagnat

I noticed that I did not feel pain or joy too much,

That I had found the balance, the equilibrium

It is a weird feeling, rather a Sensation

It is so uncommon that I had difficulty in recognizing what it was

When you are sad you cry, when you are happy you laugh

And when you are in balance?

You barely move for fear of affecting the structure built

Eu estava em crise, bloqueio de escritor, aquele tipo, que te deixa louco e estagnado

Eu notei que não sentia dor nem alegria em demasia,

Que tinha encontrado o balanço, o equilíbrio

É um sentimento estranho, melhor dizendo uma Sensação

É tão incomum, que tive dificuldade em reconhecer o que era

Quando se está triste, você chora, quando você está alegre você ri

E quando está em equilíbrio?

Você mal se mexe com medo de abalar a estrutura depois de construída

by Bertha Ruskaia

like a dark unicorn

2010-09-01T00:01:00.001-07:00

This is a real lie
of the decided conviction
and the formulated idea
like a dark unicorn

Who is the infidel?
Who is the murderer among the crowd?
And was it worth to wait all this time saved or wasted?

Although I do not deny that it has been a wonderful lie
I do not know what you are talking about, I do not know what is happening
I am reading books in order to understand
But honestly, I keep forgetting

I think it is a contract
Between my unconscious and my subunconscious
Even if my mind has the feet of concrete, my love is like a kite
Sometimes it flies so far that I forget to forget
So this is a confession, a bless
The truth mixes with the lie
But all of this is a distraction
So welcome

Isso é uma mentira legítima
Da convicção decidida
E da idéia formulada
Como um unicornio negro

Quem é o infiel?
Quem é o assassino no meio da multidão?
E valeu a pena esperar todo esse período poupado ou será que desperdiçado?

Embora eu não negue que continua sendo uma mentira maravilhosa
Não sei do que você está falando, eu não sei o que está acontecendo
Fico lendo livros para poder compreender
Mas sinceramente eu acabo me esquecendo

Acho que é um contrato
Entre meu inconsciente e o subconsciente
Mesmo que minha mente tem os pés de concreto, meu amor é como uma pipa
As vezes ele voa tão longe que me esqueço de esquecer
Então essa é uma confissão, uma benção
A verdade se mistura com a mentira
Mas tudo isso é uma distração
Tão bem vinda

by Bertha Ruskaia

the storm

2010-07-18T23:45:00.000-07:00

Just look at the sky
and realize that the storm is coming...
it´s signs, the smell, the memories
Some might say that it´s coincidence, others might say it´s fate

To be honest I really don`t know...

But something happens
When you find yourself looking for answers
When you get stuck in the middle,
in a relative space-time
and you know that you don`t belong there...
When you start to lose the conception of what is right and what is wrong

The answers will come
It´s a simple question of time, patience...

Until the answers come the rain will fall
Until the sky opens with the sound of trumpets

I will seat down and read a book...
and I will remember that everything is going to be fine with the blue sky

Basta olhar para o céu
e perceber que a tempestade
está chegando...
são sinais, o cheiro, as lembranças...
Alguns dizem que é coincidência outros destino.

Pra ser honesta, eu realmente não sei..............

Mas alguma coisa acontece
Quando você se pega procurando por respostas
Quando você fica preso no meio,
em um espaço-tempo relativo
e que você sabe que você não pertence ali...
Quando você começa a perder a noção do que é certo e errado

As resposta virão
é simplesmente questão de tempo, paciência...

Até as respostas virem, a chuva cairá
Até que o céu se abra com o som de trompetes

Irei sentar-me, pegar um livro e ler...
e vou lembrar que tudo vai ficar bem com o céu azul

by Bertha Ruskaia

2010-06-27T18:35:00.000-07:00

There is girl sitting over there who believes

in the stairway to the paradise,

belives that there everything is beautiful and shinning...

there is cricket singing near the trees of the last square of the last week,

there is something in the eyes of the blind,

there are signs scattered throughout city, but

sometimes everything have double meaning and she makes sure,

if this is really the way.

she tries to do everything right, but sometimes at night

a whisper and a crying echoed and she wonders if she is really doing it right.

but there is an old man that says "there are always two paths..."

the thoughts of the girl sitting over there,

crosses the trees, the rivers, the silence and lies

with the voices of those who stand looking.

but something warns that soon the days will be clear,

And a new day will born for those who stand.

the stairway is here and the paradise could be the happiness.

há uma menina ali sentada que acredita

na escadaria para o paraíso,

acredita que tudo seja bonito e brilhante lá...

há um grilo cantando perto das árvores da última praça da última semana,

há algo no olhar do cego,

há cartazes espalhados por toda cidade, mas

as vezes tudo tem duplo sentido e ela se certifica,

se é realmente esse é o caminho.

ela tenta fazer tudo certo, mas as vezes a noite

um sussurro e um choro ecoam e ela se indaga.

se realmente está fazendo certo.

mas tem um velho que diz "há sempre dois caminhos..."

os pensamentos da menina ali sentada,

atravessam as árvores, o rio, o silêncio e se encontram

com as vozes daqueles que ficam parados olhando.

mas algo avisa que em breve os dias irão clarear,

E um novo dia irá nascer para aqueles que suportarem.

a escadaria é aqui e o paraíso pode ser a felicidade.

by Bertha Ruskaia

2010-06-13T16:13:00.000-07:00

First of all, do not doubt of anything...

Do not doubt the people, do not doubt the actions and reactions and do not doubt miracles, because all of this will surprise you, believe it.

Life is a series of events and people...good and bad thoughts... doesn't matter what and how, as more as you close yourself, there will always be something or someone that will mark you.

It is not easy, it is a daily battle, a duel of titans, between your ideas and the conceptions imposed by the society.

So, I say again, do not doubt of anything, because sometimes you might go over what you believe in or used to believe, sometimes you will not be able to do what you want, but what is needed.

Do not doubt of anything...

primeira coisa, não duvide de nada...

não duvide das pessoas, não duvide das ações e reações e não duvide dos milagres, porque tudo isso vai te surpreender, acredite.

a vida é uma série de acontecimentos e pessoas... pensamentos bons e ruins... não importa o que e como. por mais que você se feche, sempre vai ter algo ou alguém que vai te marcar.

Não é fácil, é uma batalha diária, um duelo de titãs, entre seus ideais e as concepções impostas pela sociedade.

então não duvide de nada, repito, porque em algum momento você pode passar por cima daquilo que você acredita ou acreditava, as vezes você não vai poder fazer aquilo que você quer mas sim o que é necessário.

não duvide de nada...

by Bertha Ruskaia

2010-01-20T15:13:00.000-08:00

The dogs are barking and whistling at the new moon,

but we can say we are coming soon.

2009-12-06T00:00:00.000-08:00

Every beginning comes from an ending
From a closed cycle
Starting another one
No matter who you are
There is always a new beginning

In the middle of so many confusion
Between the beginning and the end
I do not require so much from me
I know that inside of everybody
In the environment, in the way...
There is a bit of everything

No, I really do not feel embarrassed
I am not a mean
I think anyone of us is
Between the beginning and the end
We will go to extremes
Tomorrow we will change
The present will not make any difference
We will be numb to the madness
And may be forgiven...

by Bertha Ruskaia

2009-11-29T00:00:00.000-08:00

I have got a way
Which I have tried to avoid for so long
Even knowing that no one has never dared
To challenge the destiny
I end up in a harbor without ships
But the pain and the desire were the same...
Now I am lost, scared and terrified
Even knowing that for these times
Strangers and dark, the time will come...
The fate that has been mapped, the natural order
Established by the universe, the inevitable succession of events has brought me here.
In a forked way, which I have tried to avoid
But I can not deny my function, my nature
My DESTINY...
Because there is nothing that can be done...
Looks like that, although we have made rewards,
We will find a way eventually

by Bertha Ruskaia

2009-11-22T00:00:00.000-08:00

I wish to smash the chains that hold me
I wish to be the best I can
I wish to scream, make it clear to the world
That I want to be free

I wish to share all my love that is in my heart
That it could overcome all the walls that separate us
I wish that everybody knows how being me is
That way all of us will understand and see that everybody must be free

I want to feel the sun warming me
I want to forgive and to be forgiven
I want to do everything I should do
Although I know that not everything should be done, but I will be starting over

I wish to be like a kite in the sky
How good flying must be
Going and coming, leaving and arriving...
Because I know that everybody must be free

by Bertha Ruskaia

2009-11-15T00:00:00.000-08:00

THINKING, in the etymological maning of the term, means “sopesar”, put in the balance to calculate the weight of something, to consider.

The act of THINKING works with 4 points: the problem, the analysis, the reflection and the conclusion.
However is necessary to discern the thinking and the ruminating thughts. There is a big difference…there is no point in putting off because in the end we are in a dead end, then there is nothing left but THINKING about the problem and indeed getting a conclusion.
Afterthought, as the Futura channel tells, it´s not the answers that moves the world, but the questions. Sometimes the answers do not attend what was asked, but reflects in the analysis of the question and not of the answer.
In the detection of a thought that could become something serious and deteriorating is necessary to analyse…
Is it a problem? When does it become a problem?
Ultimately, the point is being rational, being able to gleam fruits consequents from that problem, because there will be a knowledge and behind it there is the truth and it will set you free from the questions, from the disclaimers and from the martyrdom.

by Bertha Ruskaia

2009-11-08T00:00:00.000-08:00

I was travelling to forget
Trying to understand the differences
About me and myself
About you, about us, about everything
How it works when the pieces come together
How to establish harmony
I came across something unusual
Although I had never forgotten
I have found extending hands
Each one different
Sensitive, reliable, understandable
I have found a SHAPE that had been forgotten some time ago
But there they were just when I least expected
The truths told, the tenderness of a smile, the sadness of the reason
Understanding what is necessary
That every piece is in the right place
That can rotate around the same axis of complicity
Living and remembering moments
Sustained by the miracle of life

by Bertha Ruskaia

2009-11-01T00:00:00.000-07:00

You just fight
Fight because nobody is going to fight for you
Fight because it is your life in game
Fight when you do not have any strength remaining
But you resist
As much as you feel weak and powerless
You fight
Because only you know what is best for you
Nobody else knows what it is...
Only you
So you fight, no matter how many bruises and injuries there will be
It will be the scars of a journey of experience and wisdom that you have come
You fight because it is important for you
Because everything depends on it, that single moment that you might stagger or keep going, between stop or fight
You believe, you raise, you defend your ideals
Amid many will abandon you, not because it is a lost war, but because for them it is not as important and essential as it is for you
But you do not give up, you take a deep breath and draw a new strategy
You have to win, you have to believe, when nobody else does
You always will have allies at your side, the faith, the perseverance, the dignity, the love for what you believe in
And no one and nothing can make you forget what is important for you and what is your fight for...
Only you know, what it took to get where you are
For more discouragement and tiredness that you feel
You have to believe
You have to fight
Because there will be quiet and humble peace
That inebriates your spirit with harmony

by Bertha Ruskaia

2009-10-25T00:00:00.000-07:00

Once I had a hallucination
I did not even know what to do, everything looked foolish
It was a mirage
It brought me peace and happiness
My heart was counting the minutes to admire it
But one day I let her go, I do not know why exactly
I just know that my heart is sad
It want it back
Wants to crave for it, to count the minutes for it, close the eyes for it
It does not know why let it go
It just want to be happy
It should let it here,
For us to be happy: me, my heart and her
Now I keep searching for it, in everything and in everywhere
Because I know I wait for the best
But I have never thought
That not having it would not be enough

photo by our collaborator in Uruguay Gustavo Hiriart

by Bertha Ruskaia

2009-10-18T00:00:00.000-07:00

There is such a pleasure in the dark feelings
Unexplored lands
A lonely beauty in the silence of the words
In the slow and gentle patience
Sadness that becomes inspirations
And the happiness, why not talk about it? If it is source of heat and excitement
Trough existences and experiences
Which it, the happiness gives us
The happiness , opposite of sadness, make us renounce a moment of reflexion…
To nostalgics and tangible moments
That fill us…comforts us with attention
The smile that burns the face, forces us to fight…
And not to think about it
But living lucidly without harming the absolute way you are

by Bertha Ruskaia

2009-10-11T00:00:00.000-07:00

It is going to be a long path
To the happiness, to the peace, to the equilibrium
A path where you lose the innocence and discover the harsh reality
But simple and understandable
With responsibilities, guilt and consequences
You laugh, cry, lose faith, conquest hope, lose dignity
In all those moments, there is the time
Time to laugh and time to cry
Time to learn and time to teach
Time always the time, with a purpose that leaves a legacy
Although we travel a long way
We might learn and admire the landscape

by Bertha Ruskaia

2009-10-04T00:00:00.000-07:00

I woke up this side
I thought it was a dream, a nightmare...
I really could not distinguish
It was simply the reality...
Welcome to the real world now
Where there are pillars that I seek in me, in everybody and in everything
Pillars that are fundamental in our lives in a effective way
Which are: values, dreams and goal
Values that could be moral, ethical and spiritual; values that has built our character, our education and our dignity
The dreams feed us and destroy us, we breath and we live for them, if we do not have them we are dead, so only the possibility to perform them, makes everything more interesting, amid dreams you face the perseverance, objectivity, hope and expectation, while one of them can hurt you in the end...
The goal is part of the dream, it brings you all the motivation, determination and all your values for your overcoming and conquest of your drawn goals.
Our whole existence is based upon these three pillars, the big problem is to know how to administrate it...
I think that there are no practical systems or formulas that we can follow
Unless our inner peace, the knowledge of ourselves and mutual respect
I keep searching ... In each face, in a blank stare, in a word that might point me the right way
But somehow I know that I am not alone
When nothing has left for me, when all the emotions are sideways
In a deep breath, the certain that everything is going to be fine consoles me, warms and soothes my soul where my vital pillars has been built.

by Bertha Ruskaia

2009-09-28T00:00:00.000-07:00

When you lose the reins of your life, you lose yourself...everything becomes confused, complex, without meanings, you can not even feel either see...
In the present, in the past, in the future, nothing makes sense, even if you close your eyes seeking for peace, you find flashlights, pains, anguish, inconvenient memories.

And you wait for that moment, place, events that could bring you back...

You seek for deeper and darker places, but when you find it, you start to lose everything, cross limits, get to know your most pure normal insanities.

You find those most obscures and darker feelings, that you even remembered or cogitate to have: rage, hate, indifference, cruelty and facility to forget about what was good for you, because these feelings feeds you, brings your strength, but makes you lose, lose and lose when there is nothing to lose...

You find yourself getting to know news “me”, new possibilities, visualize new horizons that has been overshadowed by the pain, by the confusion of the resentment and above all, after such a loss, you discover that in the end you find yourself there...

Sitting, resting, breathing...surprised by a stronger “me”, wiser, serener, less confused, less wandering and calmer.

by Bertha Ruskaia

2009-09-20T00:00:00.000-07:00

Last week I felt, laughed, cried, made mistakes, learned and above all I thought...

When everything asked for a little more calm
While the time just did not stop... I felt, laughed, cried, made mistakes, learned and above all I thought...

About the love, about the reasons, about the ways, about the surprises, about the future, about the pain, about trust, about promises, about lack, but one thought in itself has intrigued me, about the word ENOUGH...originated from the latim SUFFICIENTE which means ENOUGH, that SATISFIES...in portuguese SUFICIENTE, in italian ABBASTANZA, in french ASSEZ .

I realized that anything is enough...if you are not in peace with yourself, if you are not well about other people, if you do not have money, if you do not like what you do, if you are not understood, if you are not loved, if you do not love, if you do not have support of who you love most...

I realized that anything matters, if you do not have ENOUGH and this sufficiency only comes when you find balance, things get lost in a amount invaluable and painful, but above all it becomes important, because you see what you need of, not in a miser way, but in a victorious way...because anything is never ENOUGH, unless you are happy with what you can have.

Despite a lot of doubt, we know that there is a world of possibilities and choices...
It is up for us to cry and to laugh...
It is a matter of visualization.

by Bertha Ruskaia

2009-09-13T00:00:00.000-07:00

Without I realize
The fate has been mapped
A long walk has begun
At looking back and venturing for a moment
Seeing it…
It the fate
We experience the absolute certainty
That we have been what we are and what we will be…
According to our choices, our uncertainty, mistakes and surprises
We can only enlarge our point of view
Knowing that the today and the tomorrow
Goes through a way seeking for something that we do not even know what it is…

by Bertha Ruskaia

2009-09-06T00:00:00.000-07:00

Anything has changed, everything has transformed
We are still faced everywhere,
By the creatures imprisoned in museums
Beliefs mummified
That blinds and enchains the feeling and thinking
Indispensable to seek peace
Whether in church, in the car, at the gig, at the square...
I clean out every thought seeking revelations
Everyday I allow myself to exist
Allow myself to feel...

by Bertha Ruskaia