tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59021764263730299202012-01-27T05:30:10.879-08:00Lara Mondlane (Queen Lariuskus)noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902176426373029920.post-5625893451442918532008-11-03T13:32:00.000-08:002008-11-06T12:23:08.846-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lf9ALxEHmww/SQ9zvYs5fZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uPxUWpbQBkc/s1600-h/lens1308838_teresa_portrait31019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264553747341213074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lf9ALxEHmww/SQ9zvYs5fZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uPxUWpbQBkc/s320/lens1308838_teresa_portrait31019.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />O dia mais belo? Hoje<br /><br />A coisa mais fácil? Equivocar-se<br /><br />O obstáculo maior? O medo<br /><br />O erro maior? Abandonar-se<br /><br />A raiz de todos os males? O egoísmo<br /><br />A distração mais bela? O trabalho<br /><br />A pior derrota? O desalento<br /><br />Os melhores professores? As crianças<br /><br />A primeira necessidade? Comunicar-se<br /><br />O que mais faz feliz? Ser útil aos demais<br /><br />O mistério maior? A morte<br /><br />O pior defeito? O mau humor<br /><br />A coisa mais perigosa? A mentira<br /><br />O sentimento pior? O rancor<br /><br />O presente mais belo? O perdão,<br /><br />O mais imprescindível? O lar<br /><br />A estrada mais rápida? O caminho correto<br /><br />A sensação mais grata? A paz interior<br /><br />O resguardo mais eficaz? O sorriso<br /><br />O melhor remédio? O optimismo<br /><br />A maior satisfação? O dever cumprido<br /><br />A força mais potente do mundo? A fé<br /><br />As pessoas mais necessárias? Os pais<br /><br />A coisa mais bela de todas? O amor<br /><br /><br />Madre Teresa de Calcuta<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5902176426373029920-562589345144291853?l=lariuskus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lara Mondlane (Queen Lariuskus)noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902176426373029920.post-4066428600527081202008-11-02T04:37:00.000-08:002008-11-02T04:56:08.354-08:00Beautiful day<br />Happy day<br />At bay at last<br />Happiness vast<br />Emotions inexplicable,<br />In their own beauty<br />Emotions still inexplicable,<br />And yet so intense<br />Smile rare,<br />Teeth showing<br />Exaltly the way they are<br />Skin glowing<br />Like never before<br />Eyes sparkling,<br />Reflecting the beautiful sky<br />Raining tears of joy<br />Tears of joy rolling down my cheeks<br />Blue, baby blue...<br />Colourless rain, washing away all fears and tears of sorow<br />Leaving me breathless and experiencing pure bliss...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5902176426373029920-406642860052708120?l=lariuskus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lara Mondlane (Queen Lariuskus)noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902176426373029920.post-51002891518835090242008-08-23T17:02:00.000-07:002008-08-23T17:41:48.086-07:00<div>...STOP...and listen</div><div>to your heart<br />to your soul</div><div>to the heartbeat of life...yours...ours<br /></div><div>Tune your mind and body to the lullaby your heart has been trying to sing</div><div>to you</div><div>in you</div><br /><div>STOP...and feel</div><div>the whispers carried by the wind</div><div>from the ones before us</div><div>making love to your naked self </div><div>While emptying the shelves of all that which no longer serves you...us</div><br /><div>STOP... </div><br /><div></div><div>STOP Thinking</div><div>And start rejoicing for every second,</div><div>every minute,</div><div>every single heartbeat,</div><div>for you have danced with your God-self.</div><br /><div> </div><div>P.S. Why not free ourselves from 'mind-made' boxes?</div><div>Be and feel free...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5902176426373029920-5100289151883509024?l=lariuskus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lara Mondlane (Queen Lariuskus)noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902176426373029920.post-7805315614357797192008-07-30T11:33:00.000-07:002008-07-31T06:37:54.846-07:00Today, the 30<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> of July 2008, I went on a business lunch with my friend Mars. We went to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Zambi</span>, one of the best restaurants in Maputo ( well in my opinion and I'm sure many agree with this). At first we sat outside while romancing with the sun and the smell of seashells. Then we decided to move to another table inside the restaurant, because 'seriously when our food came all the flies wanted to join us for lunch'. And that's that...<br /><br />After we had our marvellous meal, we ordered some dessert and yes we chose 'Monsieur' <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Petit</span> Gateau. Wait a minute! Before dessert we were having the most amazing conversation about all sorts of things, but as soon as we started devouring the so called <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Petit</span> Gateau...<br />We could no longer speak let alone breathe properly. It was the most delicious moment of super indulgence ever, I couldn't think nor feel my body; my eyes got watery as I floated to some unknown place, in that moment traces of heaven embellished my entire being...and for the first time ever I had a glimpse of what Nirvana feels like, and no I didn't want to come back to reality but I did...It took a while.<br /><br />I really hope that you go to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Zambi</span> one of these days for lunch, dessert or both. So you can see it, taste it, devour it... and please do it with your eyes closed.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5902176426373029920-780531561435779719?l=lariuskus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lara Mondlane (Queen Lariuskus)noreply@blogger.com1