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Truthiness, Love, Reason, and Merit

may build every soul confident and resilient;

However, Fortune, Chance,Time and Fate are the ones to reign over this chaotic world.

Around a thousand things revolve the thought,

and does not know to which cause it should report to; yet knows what is larger than life and death,

what is beyond human understanding.

Wise men will provide sophisticated reasons, yet experiences are meant to be felt,

and for that it is better to have experienced plenty.

Yet there are things in disbelief that stay, and believed ones that never occurred, yet the best of all this is to trust in Christ.

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Imagem gerada com recurso a Inteligência Artificial (ChatGPT).

Poema recitado através de Inteligência Artificial (Vidnoz).

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Green Are The Fields

Green are the fields

The colour of lemon

So are the eyes

Of my heart

Field, that stretches

With beautiful greenery

Sheep, that in it

Have your pasture

You feed on herbs

That the Summer brings

And I on memories

In my heart

What you eat

Are not herbs

They are graces from the eyes

Of my heart

You feed on herbs

That the Summer brings

And I on memories

In my heart

Cattle that graze

With contentment

Your sustenance

You will not understand

What you eat

Are not herbs

They are graces from the eyes

Of my heart.

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Ilustração do poema: Green are the fields

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Ilustração do poema: Green are the fields

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Times change, wills change,

You change your being, you change your trust;
Everyone is made up of change,
Always taking on new qualities.

We continuously see new things,
Different in everything from hope;
Of the bad are the sorrows in remembrance,
And the good, if any, nostalgia.

Time covers the ground with a green mantle,
That was once covered with cold snow,
And finally, it converts the sweet song into tears.

And, apart from this changing each day,
Another change makes me astonished:
That life does not change as it used to.

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Poema musicado com recurso a IA (Suno)

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Ilustração do poema: Times change, wills change

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Ilustração do poema: Times change, wills change

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Imagem gerada por IA (Leonardo AI)

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Cria uma imagem que ilustre a constante mudança do tempo

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Green Are The Fields

Green are the fields

The colour of lemon

So are the eyes

Of my heart

Field, that stretches

With beautiful greenery

Sheep, that in it

Have your pasture

You feed on herbs

That the Summer brings

And I on memories

In my heart

What you eat

Are not herbs

They are graces from the eyes

Of my heart

You feed on herbs

That the Summer brings

And I on memories

In my heart

Cattle that graze

With contentment

Your sustenance

You will not understand

What you eat

Are not herbs

They are graces from the eyes

Of my heart.

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Ilustração do poema: Green are the fields

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Ilustração do poema: Green are the fields

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Imagem gerada por IA (Microsoft designer)

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Times change, wills change,

You change your being, you change your trust;
Everyone is made up of change,
Always taking on new qualities.

We continuously see new things,
Different in everything from hope;
Of the bad are the sorrows in remembrance,
And the good, if any, nostalgia.

Time covers the ground with a green mantle,
That was once covered with cold snow,
And finally, it converts the sweet song into tears.

And, apart from this changing each day,
Another change makes me astonished:
That life does not change as it used to.

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Ilustração do poema: Times change, wills change

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Ilustração do poema: Times change, wills change

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Imagem gerada por IA (ChatGPT)

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Run turbid the waters of this river,

blurred from the ones that fall from the sky and roll from the mountain; the once bloomed fields are now arid; surly and cold the valley has become.

Summer is gone, with it the warmth has vanished; some things are replaced by others;

the womanly Fados have now abandoned the laws or insanities of this world.

Time has it is fine order; its rules,

the world has not; but lately so confused, it seems that has been forgotten by God.

Actions, sentiments, character and tradition

Bring the impression that there is nothing more in life than what meets the eye.

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Ilustração do poema: Run turbid waters of this river

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Ilustração do poema: Run turbid waters of this river

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Imagem gerada por IA (Artguru)

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visualização de um vídeo biográfico sobre William Shakespeare

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visualização de um vídeo biográfico sobre William Shakespeare

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Sensibilização para a data em que faleceu William Shakespeare

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Comemoração do Dia Mundial do Livro

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Truthiness, Love, Reason, and Merit

may build every soul confident and resilient;

However, Fortune, Chance,Time and Fate are the ones to reign over this chaotic world.

Around a thousand things revolve the thought,

and does not know to which cause it should report to; yet knows what is larger than life and death,

what is beyond human understanding.

Wise men will provide sophisticated reasons, yet experiences are meant to be felt,

and for that it is better to have experienced plenty.

Yet there are things in disbelief that stay, and believed ones that never occurred, yet the best of all this is to trust in Christ.

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Ilustração do poema: Truthiness, Love, Reason and Merit

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Ilustração do poema: Truthiness, Love, Reason and Merit

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Imagem gerada por IA (ChatGPT)

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Love is a fire that burns unseen,

a wound that aches yet isn’t felt,

an always discontent contentment,

a pain that rages without hurting,

a longing for nothing but to long,

a loneliness in the midst of people,

a never feeling pleased when pleased,

a passion that gains when lost in thought.

It’s being enslaved of your own free will;

it’s counting your defeat a victory;

it’s staying loyal to your killer.

But if it’s so self-contradictory,

how can Love, when Love chooses,

bring human hearts into sympathy?

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Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver em inglês 

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Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver em inglês 

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Ilustração do poema: Love is a fire that burns unseen

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Ilustração do poema: Love is a fire that burns unseen

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Imagem gerada por IA (Leonardo AI)

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Love is a fire that burns unseen,

a wound that aches yet isn’t felt,

an always discontent contentment,

a pain that rages without hurting,

a longing for nothing but to long,

a loneliness in the midst of people,

a never feeling pleased when pleased,

a passion that gains when lost in thought.

It’s being enslaved of your own free will;

it’s counting your defeat a victory;

it’s staying loyal to your killer.

But if it’s so self-contradictory,

how can Love, when Love chooses,

bring human hearts into sympathy?

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Ilustração do poema: Love is a fire that burns unseen

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Ilustração do poema: Love is a fire that burns unseen

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Imagem gerada por IA (ChatGPT)

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Times change, wills change,
You change your being, you change your trust;
Everyone is made up of change,
Always taking on new qualities.

We continuously see new things,
Different in everything from hope;
Of the bad are the sorrows in remembrance,
And the good, if any, nostalgia.

Time covers the ground with a green mantle,
That was once covered with cold snow,
And finally, it converts the sweet song into tears.

And, apart from this changing each day,
Another change makes me astonished:
That life does not change as it used to.

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Ilustração do poema: Times change, wills change

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Ilustração do poema: Times change, wills change

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Imagem gerada por IA (Artguru)

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Ilustração do poema: Truthiness, Love, Reason, and Merit

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Ilustração do poema: Truthiness, Love, Reason, and Merit

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Imagem gerada por IA (Microsoft designer)

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The lover becomes the thing he loves
by virtue of much imagining;
since what I long for is already in me,
the act of longing should be enough.

If my soul becomes the beloved,
what more can my body long for?
Only in itself will it find peace,
since my body and soul are linked.

But this pure, fair demigoddess,
who with my soul is in accord
like an accident with its subject,

exists in my mind as a mere idea;
the pure and living love I'm made of
seeks, like simple matter, form.

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Ilustração do poema. : The lover becomes the thing he loves

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Ilustração do poema. : The lover becomes the thing he loves

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Imagem gerada por IA (Leonardo AI)

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Love is a fire that burns unseen,

a wound that aches yet isn’t felt,

an always discontent contentment,

a pain that rages without hurting,

a longing for nothing but to long,

a loneliness in the midst of people,

a never feeling pleased when pleased,

a passion that gains when lost in thought.

It’s being enslaved of your own free will;

it’s counting your defeat a victory;

it’s staying loyal to your killer.

But if it’s so self-contradictory,

how can Love, when Love chooses,

bring human hearts into sympathy?

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Ilustração do poema: Love is a fire that burns unseen

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Ilustração do poema: Love is a fire that burns unseen

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Imagem gerada por IA (Microsoft designer)

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Love is a fire that burns unseen,

a wound that aches yet isn’t felt,

an always discontent contentment,

a pain that rages without hurting,

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a longing for nothing but to long,

a loneliness in the midst of people,

a never feeling pleased when pleased,

a passion that gains when lost in thought.

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It’s being enslaved of your own free will;

it’s counting your defeat a victory;

it’s staying loyal to your killer.

But if it’s so self-contradictory,

how can Love, when Love chooses,

bring human hearts into sympathy?

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Love is a fire that burns unseen,

a wound that aches yet isn’t felt,

an always discontent contentment,

a pain that rages without hurting,

a longing for nothing but to long,

a loneliness in the midst of people,

a never feeling pleased when pleased,

a passion that gains when lost in thought.

It’s being enslaved of your own free will;

it’s counting your defeat a victory;

it’s staying loyal to your killer.

But if it’s so self-contradictory,

how can Love, when Love chooses,

bring human hearts into sympathy?

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Ilustração do poema: Love is a fire that burns unseen

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Ilustração do poema: Love is a fire that burns unseen

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Imagem gerada por IA (Microsoft designer)

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Ilustração do poema: Love is a fire that burns unseen

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Ilustração do poema: Love is a fire that burns unseen

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Imagem gerada por IA (ChatGPT)

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Love is a fire that burns unseen,

a wound that aches yet isn’t felt,

an always discontent contentment,

a pain that rages without hurting,

a longing for nothing but to long,

a loneliness in the midst of people,

a never feeling pleased when pleased,

a passion that gains when lost in thought.

It’s being enslaved of your own free will;

it’s counting your defeat a victory;

it’s staying loyal to your killer.

But if it’s so self-contradictory,

how can Love, when Love chooses,

bring human hearts into sympathy?

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Ilustração do poema: Love is a fire that burns unseen

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Ilustração do poema: Love is a fire that burns unseen

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Imagem derada por IA (Leonardo AI)