Tammur AdDin Al Mansur: Aforismos

De Pedro Moreira Nt

Je vous invite à rencontrer Tammur AdDin Al Mansur.
Vos créations sont à moi. Mais, contrairement à l'alter-ego, il m'impose la condition de l'écrivain. J'ai cherché le sens des mots, mais ils m'ont été imposés. Voici une variété d'aphorismes que nous avons transférés à votre lecture. Je crois que nous aurons tendance à protéger ces choses fabuleuses, où elles ne sont pas ou ne peuvent pas être comme des paraboles. Légendes contemporaines, mots perdus, volonté sans actions, définition sans sujet. C'est à vos yeux et dans votre compréhension.
Je peux dire qu'il est écrit en portugais, facile à comprendre.
En expérimentant, je pourrai traduire, malgré l'acceptation de cette condition, je ne le ferai que temporairement, si vous le souhaitez.
Merci

• Idioma: Português
• Editora: Pedro Moreira Nt
• Data de lançamento: 30 de abr. de 2020
• ISBN: 9780463445037

Pedro Moreira Nt

Who I amPedro Moreira NtI have been a writer since infancy; my father influenced me with reasonable asks to do that the best possible, and my mother, too, read to me, I have been a writer since infancy; my father influenced me with reasonable asks to do that the best possible, and my mother, too, read to me, and at both comes a song walking my mind, sweetness and lovely goodness. I am critical of that; I desire to create a mist of essay, but my preference for poem structure and sensibility do not long of art. So, I seek romanticizing concepts and developing a new sense of literature that happens in its movement. I leave it to the reader to do part of that; they create a truthful text and can do a good book. It is the interpretation, the way, a leap beyond what a word says, transforming our lives when they share.My first writings, chronic stories, participated in my soul. It was extremely critical and sarcastic about what I saw from reality.I am talking of a fifties age period behind. In a position about what I developed, my evolution was more toward apparent expressionism and realism with wave poetical intermain. I do not know, and I am a writer by chance by life.I wait to create something more dense and fragile so that a reader can discover more insight and make the story.I write all day. I threw out many texts, books, and theatre, left at home friends, gave up on other works, abandoned along the path, and presented in different ways when it was impossible.I have not had a time in which I did not have difficulties showing my art, or I was, for some reason, prohibited from showing, or people made oyster faces and bodies, seeing down shoes, putting me out because, beyond writing, I talk. And when I speak, I create conflict with conceptualistic people. I am intervenient into the academy and ideological corpus, into radicalism free. I am more definitive when I believe in what I say and highly flexible when people do not know what I am saying.My themes are variant, and many circumstances bring me a gift, a motive to write. I wrote in Portuguese two books that I like, "Lirio" - Lille, and "O Peixinho do Pantanal" - The Little Fish from Pantanal (Wetlands), and both meant creation, jump to beyond, overcome, transformation social and personal release.From that, I wrote other books seeking to show different meanings throughout of phantasy necessary, and it to parents and children a fantastic universe of possibilities for a personal construction, making life an adventure.I create a pedagogical process to write and design tangled images where it is possible to seek the theme of a short story. "Lippi and Semma Friendship" talks about that, and I wrote that short story through it. They led me to social problems, injuries, differences, the orthodoxy of community rules, cultural values, the barriers around democracy and its meaning, and the gratitude for a true friendship."Letter to the Moon" is a short love story, but love yourself, and send a letter to the Moon through a pebble launched for.Books about freedom, encountering people, loss, and gains, and becoming someone.Book for radicality of right in that it does not see your bottom."Bakery," for example, talks about that.I finished a short story made of challenges and adventures: "Memories of the Air." - from you start reading until the end, the thing is in action, in movement, an eternal fugue or secrets, and does not reveal its net. The reader will discover.

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Tammur AdDin Al Mansur

Aforismos

Pedro Moreira Nt

An essay with short history screen play theatre

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Pedro Moreira Nt

Copyright, 2020

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Tammur AdDin Al Mansur

Aforismos

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Advertência

Inicia esse caminho

Sem volta para quem o procura

A meio caminho confunde

horizontes

Guardar as palavras

Pensa se livrar delas

Abandonar o que dizem

Entra o eco que te apossa

Estar só

sempre proibido

Sussuram aos teus ouvidos

os significados que deixa morrer

O deserto faz pesar os pés

se perder

Os que ouvem o vento do deserto

no prieiro instante em que marcham

Acreditam que os Djinns vieram

Gritos de desespero de almas vagantes

Acalma o primeiro passo

Suporta a forma de teus sapatos

Tenha cautela

Onde tudo se mostra

nao 'e nada

Essa travessia

tem como nada

os que se preenchem de tudo

O viajante procura entender e pode saber

que as palavras o abandonam

Tem sede e fome

Correr atras delas

e impossivel

Permanecer

Ultimo conselho aos que pisam aqui

com desassossego

Devem aguardar o amanhecer

porque o sol

guia os perdidos

os que necessitam saciar

o espirito com agua

e alimentos

Logo depois do desmanchar das dunas

encontrara um oasis e podera

descansar

Tera medo

vao sentir que perde algo

esquece e enfraquece

Deixara de realizar essa passagem

para além de si.

Ayant seguia sua trilha, e sentiu que um animal feroz caminhou à sua frente.

Deparou com formas desenhadas. O solo estava afundado e revirado. As pegadas pesadas indicavam um arranque forte. Eram traços poderosos. O bicho não atacava, fugia do inesperado, deduziu. Ayant imaginou para onde seguia assustado e tão rápido esse gigante. E lembrou de sua rua onde não passava mais almas livres. Nem mesmo os vagabundos com sede que comiam o gramado planejado se via mais. Os que ganiam de fome não mais apareciam.

Quem será que o amedronta? - perguntou para si.

E de remota e sonolenta imagem luminosa, lembrou dos que ao seu lado estiveram, passaram. Eram seres transtornados, armados de finas lâminas trabalhadas por um caráter feito à forja no fogo de Efrite.

Viver é luz, mas não o fogo. Aquecer mas não se transformar em cinzas; avivar sem queimar, ocupar da elemental força e nunca se tornar um deles. Passaram ao seu lado todos os demonios, junto a si, a sentir o ácido bafo do mau. Passou por um triz a ferida que jamais cicatrizaria, o sangue a escorrer, a morte sem paz.

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