CARTA DE UM AMIGO PERDIDA NO MEU CORREIO

There is no reincarnation. We live our lives and that is it. Is there an afterlife? Qui le sait? Again, the child within says yes. But the educated adult asks where – the heavens roll on for endless billions of kilometres. Just where does heaven exist in this vast empty space?

Não há reincarnação. Vivemos nossas vidas e isso é tudo. Existe vida depois da vida? Quem sabe? Dentro de nós, uma criança nos diz que sim; mas um adulto também pergunta aonde está o Céu no espaço infinito.

Christmas, 2016

Dear Pedro,

Another year has evaporated into the heavens! Where does time go?

That is a question increasingly on my mind. I wake up some mornings surprised that I am still in this world. I have friends who have died and passed away. Famous people disappear from the world – There is no escape for any of us – There are only reprieves.

I sometimes wonder, with each day, how much longer I have in this world. What will be my sum total of having lived in this world – Was I a good person? A mediocre? A bad person?

This is where my belief in religion becomes weak. In my heart, I believe in God and in Jesus. But in my mind, stepping away from the church into the cold hard reality of the world, I am told that this is sheer fantasy, a very old tradition not rooted in the facts of existence.

The atoms and molecules that comprise my existence floated around the world before I ever came into life. They will redistribute themselves after I have departed. Perhaps they will help to recreate another life. Perhaps they will drift in the atmosphere – alone, entire, without life as you and I understand it – but with their positive and negative electric charge intact.

There is no reincarnation. We live our lives and that is it. Is there an afterlife? Qui le sait? Again, the child within says yes. But the educated adult asks where – the heavens roll on for endless billions of kilometres. Just where does heaven exist in this vast empty space? –

Enough of my questions! – They humble me, I am not smart enough to deal with them. I am as confused as a child.

Closer to home, Leonard Cohen recently died. We all enjoy his lyrical songs. He was a great poet, and will be dearly missed.

Merry Christmas to you and your family

Peter Beeching

Hallelujah

I heard there was a secret chord

That David played, and it pleased the Lord

but You don't really care for music, do ya?

Well it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth

The minor fall and the major lift

The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof

You saw her bathing on the roof

Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya

She tied you to her kitchen chair

She broke your throne and she cut your hair

And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe there's a God above

But all I've ever learned from love

Was how to shoot somebody who'd out drew ya

It's not a cry that you hear at night

It's not someone who's seen the light

It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Aleluia

Eu ouvi que havia uma nota secreta

Que Davi tocou e louvou ao Senhor

Mas você não se importa realmente com a música, se importa?

Foi assim - a quarta, a quinta

A queda do menor, a ascensão do maior

O rei confuso compondo aleluia
Aleluia, aleluia

Aleluia, aleluia

Tua fé era forte, mas você precisava da prova

Você a viu se banhando do telhado

Sua beleza ao luar derrubou você

Ela te amarrou numa cadeira da cozinha

Ela quebrou teu trono, cortou teu cabelo

E dos teus lábios ela tirou o aleluia

Aleluia, aleluia

Aleluia, aleluia

Talvez lá haja um Deus acima

E tudo que eu sempre aprendi do amor

Era como ganhar alguém que te conquistou

E isso não é um choro que você pode ouvir à noite

Não é alguém que vê a luz

Isso é um aleluia frio e partido

Aleluia, aleluia