Our bodies are given life from the midst of nothingness. Existing where there is nothing is the meaning of the phrase, "form is emptiness." That all things are provided for by nothingness is the meaning of the phrase, "Emptiness is form." One should not think that these are two separate things.
Qui Mariam absolvisti
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20070501

MayDay


May Day is May 1, and refers to any of several holidays celebrated on this day. May 1 was a traditional summer holiday in many pre-Christian European pagan cultures, and many elements of these holidays are still celebrated on May 1 today, such as the Maypole. While February 1 was the first day of Spring, May 1 was the first day of summer: hence, the summer solstice on June 25 (now the 22nd) was "midsummer."

In the Roman Catholic tradition, May is observed as Mary's month, and May Day is usually a celebration of the Blessed Virgin Mary. In this connection, Mary's head (in works of art, school skits, etc.) will often be adorned with flowers. Another May Day tradition (fading in popularity since the late 20th century) is the giving of May baskets, small baskets of candy and/or flowers, usually left anonymously on neighbors' doorsteps.

May Day also refers to various socialist and labor movement celebrations conducted on May 1.
In addition, May Day in the United States is commonly regarded — at least by certain groups — as a commemoration of the execution of the Haymarket martyrs who were arrested after the Haymarket Riot of 1886 in Chicago, Illinois, which occurred on May 4, but was the culmination of labor unrest which began on May 1. The date consequently became established as an anarchist and socialist holiday during the 20th century, and in these circles it is often known as International Workers' Day or Labour Day. In this form, May Day has become an international

celebration of the social and economic achievements of the working class and labor movement.

The earliest May Day celebrations appeared in pre-Christian Europe, as in the Celtic celebration of Beltane, and the Walpurgis Night of the Germanic countries. Although the pagan-oriented celebrations faded as Europe became Christianised, a more secular version of the holiday continued to be observed in the schools and churches of Europe well into the 20th century. In this form, May Day may be best known for its tradition of dancing the Maypole and crowning of the Queen of the May.

Maio Maduro Maio, Quem te quebrou o encanto Nunca te amou Maio com meu amigo
Quem dera já Sempre depois do trigo Se cantará Qu'importa a fúria do mar Que a voz não te esmoreça Vamos lutar
Numa rua comprida El-rei pastor Vende o soro da vida Que mata a dor
Venham ver, Maio nasceu

4 Comments:

Blogger B. said...

Cada vez que chego aqui o blog está com novidades... lolll não páras!

sobre a crueldade tive uma ideia... vou usar parte do teu texto, o teu comentário e um comentário meu... ver no que dá.

Mas sim há mulheres crueis... por vezes somos crueis porque sentimos fraquezas em certos homens, outras pk queremos vincar a nossa posição, outras pk gostamos de tocar naquele sitio que doi... outras vezes é pk perdemos a cabeça e dizemos as maiores barbaridades... e ás vezes há fantasmas que não nos largam, e quase inconscientemente erguemos as armas... eu sou um pouco disso tudo... e tenho pena que por mais que explique nunca me entendam! Acredita muitas vezes arrependo-me ser assim... mas´chega a ser mais forte do que eu.

dark kiss

Wednesday, May 02, 2007 4:24:00 am  
Blogger 0.01 said...

Hummm...
"não páras"...bom,
My aim is not perfection, but it is not stagnation nor putrefaction either...

Eu divirto-me imenso com isto. Sou um ciber-homem, lol

Fantasmas, esqueletos no armário, monstros debaixo da cama...todos temos.

Mas eu também gosto de vampiras, esfinges, mulheres-gato, e outras monstruosidades da libido e da inteligência.

Gosto e respeito pessoas que levam as palavras a sério, porque só as palavras vivem para além da putrefacção da carne...

A cada dia que morro me sinto mais vivo, porque tenho mais palavras para semear, para penetrar, para partilhar, embriagar, chicotear, enlaçar, e destilar o sangue e o mel. O Homem não é o ser para a morte.
Esses que o dizem, que vão morrer longe. Eu quero pessoas que espumam vida e cheiram a terra.
Filhos da relva.

dark, as dark as it can get, to cure the pure and blind heart with dirty words of light

Wednesday, May 02, 2007 5:02:00 am  
Blogger Maria Ostra said...

Apre, rapazinho!
Fico sempre colada na cadeira com os teus posts!
Que furacão! :))

Wednesday, May 02, 2007 8:26:00 pm  
Blogger 0.01 said...

Urricane and Spitfire, Furação e Cospe-fogo, os dois caças ingleses que derrotaram a Luftwafe.

Ainda bem que gostas, ou que te colam , que te prendem, momentaneamente.
os teus posts são como lufadas de ar fresco que me fazem querer sair, respirar, comor gelado e dançar com bruxas boas.
Tudo isso é preciso

beijo!

Friday, May 04, 2007 8:57:00 am  

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