Hopkins strikes again!

While I have deep respect for the acting brilliance of Sir Anthony Hopkins, I am not entirely sure why he is accredited with so many moving and inspiring passages on the wide variety of social media services that exist. Perhaps it is simply the polished English accented eloquence with which Hopkins can deliver a moving message, or the combination of delivery with his piercing blue stare, but the irrevocable truth is that people pay heed when he opens his mouth. Never one to shy away from being blunt, Hopkins can stir the emotions of an audience like so few others, likely the reason that his performances as serial killer Hannibal Lector are embraced by so many.

The following is another in a long list of said passages, a free interpretation of Mario de Andrade’s poem, the 'meat' of the message from the mind of de Andrade, yet 'cured and seasoned' through the grey matter of Hopkins, and exquisitely 'plated' with the perfect compliment of 'sides', resulting in the most exquisite 'meal' for our famished souls.

Mario de Andrade, 1893-1945, was a Brazilian poet, novelist, musicologist, art historian / critic, and photographer. One of the founders of Brazilian modernism, he virtually created modern Brazilian poetry with the publication of his Paulicéia Desvairada (Hallucinated City) in 1922. He has had an enormous influence on modern Brazilian literature, and as a scholar and essayist—he was a pioneer of the field of ethnomusicology—his influence has reached far beyond Brazil. (CLICK)

I know that I have less to live than I have lived.
I feel like a child who was given a box of chocolates ... he enjoys eating it, and when he sees that there is not much left, he starts to eat them with a special taste.
I have no time for endless lectures on public laws - nothing will change. 

And there is no desire to argue with fools who do not act according to their age. 

And there's no time to battle the grey. 

I don't attend meetings where egos are inflated and I can't stand manipulators.
I am disturbed by envious people who try to vilify the most capable to grab their positions, talents and achievements.
I have too little time to discuss headlines - my soul is in a hurry ... too few candies left in the box.
I'm interested in human people. 

People who laugh at their mistakes are those who are successful, who understand their calling and don't hide from responsibility, who defends human dignity and wants to be on the side of truth, justice, righteousness. 

This is what living is for.
I want to surround myself with people who know how to touch the hearts of others, who, through the blows of fate, was able to rise and maintain the softness of the soul.

Yes, I hustle ... hustle to live with the intensity that only maturity can give. 

I'll eat all the candy I have left - they'll taste better than the ones I already ate.
My goal is to reach the end in harmony with myself, my loved ones and my conscience.
I thought I had two lives, but it turned out to be only one, and it needs to be lived with dignity.

I really can't find the words ... ironic to say that in a Blog ... to properly convey the range of stirrings that this little talk conjures in my soul. I can immediately identify with the overall message of self-identity, confidence, and presence, but these's something else there, like a word stuck on the tip of your tongue, right there but still just out of reach.

I hope that you've arrived at this point because it means you've read the poem. 

A slow Wiser's clap to both Hopkins and de Andrade for making my day a little brighter and exhilarating.