Cave Painting Mineral Memory
Splinters from animated crag and cracks from a young and craggy face

Uma outra língua
Hodonin, 12 July 2020, 23:38


como evitar o eterno chamado do mundo?
e pertencer a sua terra natal?
não a aquela pátria que todos lhe dizem ter parido
não a esta pessoa no espelho
mas aquela da qual a terra lhe convida e chama:
"somos iguais todos os dias"

existe um chamado para a morte e para a vida
existe algo no vento que mesmo poluído
insiste em soprar a liberdade suave e feroz
o tempo passara, também trazendo seu recado
na língua única
uma. singular. silenciosa.

uma.


Águila y cóndor volando juntos al sol
Y el viento de sus alas nos despiertan a nuestros corazones
Preparando un nuevo día de amor y alegría

Kuauhtli Vasquez - Águila y Cóndor

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Olhos iguais aos teus
Hodonin, 14 July 2019, 20:51


Depois de tanto esforço,
O que fica é apenas a coisa mais fácil.
Uma palavra impressa, um par de olhos atentos, meio movimento na língua e a ideia de um som qualquer
Mas enquanto o mundo explode
Nós permanecemos com o inexplicável em tudo o que existe. Incerto.
Ao terminar o meu cafe, eu respiro um ar amargo e bato forte no peito:
"Tudo esta bem"
Na inercia desse momento,
Há muito pouca coisa que importa.
E eu me encontro como um podre de rico sem nada nas mãos.


Meu coração é uma máquina de escrever
As paixões passam
As canções ficam
Os poemas respiram nas prisões
Pra ler um verso, ouvir, escutar
Meu coração falar
Até se calar a pulsação
Meu coração é uma máquina de escrever
No papel da solidão

Pedro Luís & A Parede - Máquina De Escrever

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Sand Castles
Prague, 27 April 2019, 19:42


More then never before, now I know that to truly start again, you need first to master the simplistic art of mind-questioning.
Yes, you need to question your own mind. And do that not because you need answers but to challenge your own consciousness to listen to the ancient understanding of the heart.
Thoughs by themselves might give you some answers or explanations but they mainly give you only more and more other thoughs.
So again, you build yourself sand castles without even noticing... lost in your toughs and blind enough to not see reality as it is.
Give up on the image you made yourself, and finally let your eyes watch the sand castles you created getting dissolved by the waves and blown by the wind...
Without grit. Without anger. Without fear.
Because everything must have an end in order to transform.
And everything must change. Ideally, with love. Lots of it... and in a inconditional form.
That's the real challange of life as we know.


Go now
Leave this place and if you do not know how
You'll learn along the way
The road to rejection is better than no road at all

Stephen Malkmus - Malediction

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How to lose yourself in ten simple steps
Somewhere in south moravia, 23 August 2018, 18:52


Hate yourself
Never forgive your mistakes
Beg for love
Don't listen to your instincts and intuition
Ignore what you like
Give to others more then you really can
Hold grudges
Run from your problems
Keep it only to yourself
Always look down


That there
is not me
I go
Where I please...

Radiohead - How to disappear Completely

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Obsoletion
Prague, 22 August 2018, 10:58


You never really know how trully obsolete you are
Until you see yourself burning bridges
To be able to learn how to build boats

Look in the mirror
To be able to see where your feet lead you

And in the end you see that really
deeply...
trully...
throughly...
The cake is a lie
It's nothing but a big, sweet, creamy, beaultiful lie

The only one who really needs you
Is yourself and your liver
How does that feel when you smile at it?
It tastes like emptiness...
Just like the cake
Which is a lie


When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what the heck am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man who's gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!

Cave Johnson - Combustive Lemons

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Learning how to swim and fly
Prague, 04 April 2018, 11:28


From everything that we lived
From all what we've done
I keep only the most delicious chocolate biscuits
And I tramble at night in a sick-less fever
Which doesn't burn or kill

For long, the future was unknown
But now, it is clear and settled
Transparent and clean like tiny pieces of broken glass
Sharp and dangerous to be touched with bare hands
Bringing fear to all tired fingers

Since I met you, I made sure you had a copy
Of the most precious key I had
Leading to the ultimate freedom
From all places, which I never wanted to bring you in

But something went wrong
The years passed and we forgot
How to use keys to unlock doors,
And then we cracked them instead
Trying to escape from the most remote places
From which we were never trapped in the first place

Now all risks were taken
All words were wasted
And the truth spread violently
Showing the rust we secretly sustained
Between the feet and shoes
You put on to walk to someone else

New songs will be sung
And new days will come
To wash the shadows
Of what we never wanted to happen

Yellow bricks will be landed
The earth will shake
Loud as thunders, our two treasures will grow
And a new map will be written
To crack our spirits by drawing lines and borders

The silent spiral has been finally broken
There is a new nature call now
Voices from the empty corners and drains...
"My dear love,
Even if we can't understand exactly why,
An otter needs the water to swim
And a raven the wind to fly"


Now maybe you're right and maybe you're wrong
But I ain't gonna argue with you no more
I've done it for too long.
It was getting so good why then, where did it go?
I can't think about it no more tell me if you know.
You were loving me, I was loving you
But now there ain't nothing but regretting
Nothing, nothing but regretting everything we do.

I put up with your lies like you put up with mine,
But God knows we should have stopped somewhere,
We could have taken the time,
But time has turned, yes, some call it the end.
So tell me, tell me did you really love me like a friend?
You know you don't have to pretend,
It's all over now It'll never happen again, no no no,
It'll never happen again , it won't happen again
Never, never, never, it'll never happen again
No, no, no, no

Cat Stevens - Maybe you're right

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Path to oblivion
Brno, 17 October 2016, 13:55


Disappear
And build over
Remember "what"
To be able to be forgotten by "who"

And "where" should I rest?
I come from the most known place
The most trivial from all of them
I travelled and walked
Together and alone
Where anyone else could also have been

The only real gain is the loss
The only real existence is the oblivion
Life was made only for end
And mine should not be different

But smile!

The real secret is the parallel
Knowing how to let go
Knowing that what matters
Is to matter
Without leaving footsteps


I think my time is near
And I've travelled over
Dry earth and floods
Hell and high water
To bring you my love

PJ Harvey - To bring you my love

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Rain over the ocean
Brno, 20 June 2016, 13:47


Just like the water that comes back to earth
Razing, scorching lands,
I come back to you and search
Such and such as a gigantic mass,
My matter conflicts with the outside weather.

And on my chest I carry the most precious jewel
Razing, scorching skin, I sew
And just like a rain in the ocean falls,
I rain over me and remind the calls,
Of war and freedom

Every evening I die,
Every evening I born again
Resurrected no matter the place
So I can finally rain somewhere else

Far away from my own domain
This world is full of illusions
And from dreams I am well fed
So why should I mutter?
I rather not linger


I know someday the smoke will all burn off
All these voices I'll someday have turned off
I will see you someday when I've woken
I'll be so happy just to have spoken
I'll have so much to tell you about it

Fleet Foxes - Grown Ocean

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Strings
Brno, 17 June 2016, 13:51


For every morning that comes, I am glad
For every smile, I try
For every error, the other side of my scared face
For all causes, accomplices

For every winner, a old blues
For every failure, a certain success
For "me", a good luck
For all luck, a better "us"


Empty homes, plastic cones
Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome?
Well, I've got style
Miles and miles
So much style that it's leavin'
This pattern's torn and we're weavin'
This pattern's torn and we're weavin' in it

Pavement - Frontwards

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Silent spiral
Brno, 10 June 2016, 13:51


She is tired
He doesn't notice
She wants a relief
He wants to relax
She speaks
He processes
She frustrate
He frustrate
She is angry
He is hungry
She imagine
He dream
She sees no understanding
He speak in exact words
She believe he is trying to convince
He tries to be sentimental

... and among the codes there not even a clue
even when everything is so obvious
the silent spiral grows and grows
loudly and vibrant like Pitagoras never imagined.


Que eu estou no paradeiro
Dessa gente
Quem morreu, quem teve medo
Quem ficou?
Eu estou no bar do Auzílio ou na igreja
E onde quer que eu esteja
Eu não estou

Sergio Sampaio - Dona Maria de Lourdes

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Ode to the unspoken
Brno, 09 May 2016, 08:13


How much I wish to be able to say what can't. Not because there is someone or something stopping me to do so, but because on the dirtiest corners inside my head, thousand words refuse to come out. They fly and dance in the air, they turn and shuffle in a crazy twist, repeating loudly "Keep us inside. Keeps us in here". And my life moves on. My love grow, my hair fall and my heart inflates. My fingers refuse to write what is not obvious. My eyes refuse to close. My blisters become thicker and thicker and everything is fine fine fine.


The only one who knows this ounce of words is just a token is he who has a ton to tell that must remain unspoken.

Moondog - Symphonique #6 (Good for Goodie)

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Para meus filhos
Brno, 26 June 2015, 13:05


Filho querido, há muito tempo queria falar contigo pra te dizer das minhas alegrias e pequenos crimes que ando cometendo nessa vida. Ando tentado compreender os outros, dando novos sentidos a velhas sensibilidades que adquiri e manti vivas ao longo dos anos.
Quero tanto te desejar boas vindas a este mundo e apresentar-lhe a sua nova vida. Mas como poderia resumir algo tão grande e complexo como a vida em poucas e sinceras palavras? Você é fruto de um amor muito grande, romântico, vivo e vibrante. Hoje compreendo que na verdade andei lhe procurando ha muito tempo e também entendo somente agora que não poderia ter lhe encontrado em nenhuma outro lugar nem com nenhuma outra pessoa. Eu e sua mãe te esperamos tão ansiosamente que quase não conseguimos dormir a noite. Gostaria que você pudesse compreender o quanto você já nos preenche com esperanças, planos, ideais, felicidades, alegrias e sonhos.
O que lhe dizer sobre a vida? Filho, a vida é complexa, profunda e quase sempre controversa. Resumir a vida em palavras é uma tarefa tola e quase sempre impossível. Portanto, tudo aquilo que lhe vou dizer, mostrar e ensinar sobre a vida ao longo dos anos são na verdade, uma pequena parte daquilo que as reais vivências realmente são. Nessa vida, nunca se deve ter vergonha dos seus sentimentos. Chore sempre quando for preciso, mas saiba também que quase ninguém conseguirá entender suas lágrimas e angústias da forma que voce espera ou precisa. Sendo assim, lembre-se que chorar sem sentido apenas para fazer-se de coitado poderá até lhe poupar problemas momentâneos, mas não lhe ajudará a aprender e crescer. Confie nas pessoas que ama, mas não abuse dessa confiança, usando-a como uma maneira fácil de transferir para outros, o peso das suas obrigações que muitas vezes lhe serão incômodas pra carregar. Você é o resultado do exercício que faz.
Não quero me gabar, mas nós os mais velhos, realmente guardamos bons segredos. Nos ouça sempre quando puder e entenda que quando conversamos contigo, não queremos lhe convencer de tudo, mas sim compartilhar o que sabemos. Fazemos isso não porque temos medo de vê-lo fracassar, mas sim porque queremos que você entenda melhor alguns riscos que corre. No entanto, é também verdade que a vida lhe tratá sofrimentos e fracassos mesmo se você seguir todos os conselhos. A felicidade é algo que se deve aprender a conquistar com as coisas simples e o sofrimento é algo inevitável na vida de qualquer pessoa. Mas isso não significa que a vida não vale a pena ou que não se deve acreditar nas pessoas, seguir exemplos, conselhos, ideais ou tentar encarar as situações com bom humor. Significa simplesmente que por mais que tentemos, a vida sempre nos irá superar se não reagirmos a altura das situações que nos são impostas. Se você apenas sofre ou apenas se diverte, algo está errado. A vida é um mosaico infinito de forças conflitantes.
A felicidade e a tristeza baterão igualmente na sua porta, chegarão e partirão muitas e muitas vezes e por isso devemos encarar os bons e maus momentos de frente e com franqueza porque é tentadora a possibilidade de mentir para si mesmo na ilusão de assim conseguirmos suportar os momentos difíceis. Como diziam os poetas, "A vida é luta renhida. Viver é lutar". Lute sempre por aquilo que lhe trará bons ensinamentos. Ver possibilidades e saber correr riscos é uma tarefa muito difícil e intuitiva. Você deverá andar pra frente, olhando para os lados. Se entregar a quem ama na rua ou na cama, mas sempre ter cuidado. Conservar o seu medo, mas sempre ficando sem medo de nada porque dessa vida de qualquer maneira não se leva nada.
A vida é também a arte de compreender as diferenças. É importante ter opiniões e pensamentos sobre as coisas, mas é ainda mais importante saber reconhecer seus erros e mudar-se quando for preciso sem perder sua real personalidade. É preciso ter pulso firme sabendo ser flexível o suficiente para se deixar passar pelas frestas quando for necessário e rir da sua própria miséria. A nossa personalidade é também o melhor alimento do nosso ego, que crescerá em cada ato prazeroso que você vivenciar. Sendo assim, mantenha os olhos abertos para poder conseguir entender os limites do seu próprio orgulho, que é uma característica muito traiçoeira: quando demais, faz com que você perca muitas oportunidades e amores; quando pouco, faz com que seus amores não lhe respeitem pelo que você é.
E no mais, perdoe o seu velho pai quando ele ficar muito chato ou careta. É que as vezes o amor faz isso conosco... nos entorpece e nos deixa andando certo na contra mão.


É comum a gente sonhar, eu sei, quando vem o entardecer
Pois eu também dei de sonhar um sonho lindo de morrer
Vejo um berço e nele eu me debruçar com o pranto a me correr
E assim chorando acalentar o filho que eu quero ter
Dorme, meu pequenininho, dorme que a noite já vem
Teu pai está muito sozinho de tanto amor que ele tem

Toquinho - O filho que eu quero ter

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Like a steel-driving man
Brno, 27 November 2014, 13:14


Hammer here, hammer there
One more nail to fix, one more pin to set
Spreading milestones away
Waiting for what it could come out of it
With hope and fear
With a objective distraction
And honoured sweat
A constant break for legs and head
Moving my red eyes
Just like a clock
Please Wash Here
Soap Soap
Please Wash Here
Relax
Please Stay
Relax
This is the toilet


This is the hammer that killed John Henry
But it won't kill me, but it won't kill me
But it won't kill me

Take this hammer and carry it to my captain
Tell him I'm gone, won't you tell him I'm gone?
Won't you tell him where I'm gone?

John Hurt - Spike Driver Blues

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Full train
Brno, 24 June 2014, 17:52


Walking forward.
Because my feelings doesn't want to walk backwards.
Because I know that I still have the guts.
Because I still want to cheer for the destiny and the unexpected winds.
Since my love still holds me, my hearts still risks all I have.
All eggs in one basket.
Putting my lazyness on the rails of a massive train.
And when I though I had enough, I didn't knew what was still waiting for me.
Should I support? Should I be supported? Should I sell my support?
And before I'm able to think about and answer to all of this,
The train is already far, far away.
Passed forward.
Because my thoughs will never admit that I actually went backwards.
Because I know that I'm still only scratching the thick skin.
Because I need to do much more.
And keep my self together,
When anyone else wants a piece of me.


Hold on to my hand
Never let go, never let go
We were just two kids acting tough
Then we grew up, me, not so much

All the other guys
That you've seen
Are nothing compared to me

Because my love is strong
And my heart is weak after all

Delta Spirit - Bushwick Blues

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Dreaming
Brno, 06 March 2014, 04:49


Why I keep dreaming that I'm still sane when I still feel that there is something inside of my head trying to get out? How long a stone can resist against all water around it before changing it shape into something round and uniform?
But I'm gonna get them. Every single one of them on every single trick they have. I'll rule their own games with my own silly cheats. My unusual behavior and their control sickness. They will not even know what hit them. I never had the absolute truth by my side but I always had a way to get there.


- When I dream, sometimes I remember how to fly. You just lift one leg, then you lift the other leg, and you're not standing on anything, and you can fly. So what I want to know is, when I'm asleep, do I really remember how to fly? And forget how when I wake up? Or am I just dreaming I can fly?
- When you dream, sometimes you remember. When you wake, you always forget.
- But that's not fair!
- No.

Chloe and Dream, in Sandman #43: "Brief Lives:3"

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Footprint
Brno, 07 February 2014, 03:27


Erasing footprints...I feel like my past catch up on me. And I would like to leave it. Would like to don't even think about it anymore... would like to convince myself that this is only pulling me down and back. I would like to just feel fine about it and care it on as a little dust in my pocket... As something that the thieves could steal but never take. I shout and shout but it still there like an elephant by my side. And my present days are happy. Are simply the greatest gift I ever could imagined! What am I missing? I never imagined that my Brazilian root would be so strong and so heavy at the same time... how can I get better? How should I know how to do this? Is it just me? Why I do not want to study anymore and at the same time still wish so much to do it? Why my contience always pick on me the things that I'm not doing but not the ones that I am actually on? My contience is not guilty but too strong and heavy.
What this feeling of slight pain and velvet proud really mean? What it want to tell me? What my life wants to shout at me?
My piece need war and my war needs reason. May the fight continue. And I'll keep searching for the real meaning of my mortal existence.


Eu venho desde menino
Desde muito pequenino
Cumprindo o belo destino
Que me deu Nosso Senhor

Não nasci pra ser guerreiro
Nem infeliz estrangeiro
Eu num me entrego ao dinheiro
Só ao olhar do meu amor

Carrego nesse meus ombros
O sinal do Redentor
E tenho nessa parada
Quanto mais feliz eu sou

Eu nasci pra ser vaqueiro
Sou mais feliz brasileiro
Eu num invejo dinheiro
Nem diploma de doutor

Sina - Raimundo Fagner

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The dragon
Brno, 1 January 2014, 14:52


The Christmas is over but I still can see it's lights. Lights like the ones that we sometimes see on the sky during the darkest night. A new year came and the sweetest hope came too. A new head, sharp claws, a new point of view on the head. New wings, new breath. Just like a dragon, I renew my love and spit it out imagining that everybody will see it. And I'm' impressed again... impressed about by my love, my wife, my head.


I´m mute without him
Without me, he is blind
I´m his sight, he´s my voice
together, we´re a mighty dragon

Twoheaded Twoheaded Twoheaded

Head filled up with speeding skies
Speeding clouds running wild
There´s no why, they are for free
Even the wind´s blowing bizarrely


Mraky Draky - Longital

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Don't feed the trolls
Brno, 6 November 2013, 04:43


Some people say that if you believe too much in ghosts, you will start to see them. The same people also say that if you simple ignore or don't believe on these type of things, the bad mumble-jumble will never get you. Like black magic for example... it will never affect you if you don't believe on the magic itself. They believe that's the best way to keep you save your ass from any magic evil. I always believed in ghosts but never saw them. However, I communicate with them in some ways. Not with the "spooky" kind of ghosts. These ones are impossible to speak with, since that they are too busy trying to scare the shit out of you. The problems are with the ones that are still hunting me about my errors in the past... things that I still can't change. Thank god that I still have the will to at least fight against my own mind to try to make things better. To change myself finally and stop feeding my owl ghosts and stupid trolls. Their main food is my fear.

Keep Calm and don't feed the trolls
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For Whom the Bell Tolls
Brno, 23 October 2013, 21:12


It is really not about what you write or think. It's about what you do with these things. Remember to never get lost in your head and always remember that you can do if you want. You really can. Now I hope for my loved ones. Hope that they still have guts to forgive me (once again).

Nunca se vence uma guerra lutando sozinho
Cê sabe que a gente precisa entrar em contato
Com toda essa força contida e que vive guardada
O eco de suas palavras não repercutem em nada
É sempre mais fácil achar que a culpa é do outro
Evita o aperto de mão de um possível aliado, é...
Convence as paredes do quarto, e dorme tranqüilo
Sabendo no fundo do peito que não era nada daquilo
Coragem, coragem, se o que você quer é aquilo que pensa e faz
Coragem, coragem, eu sei que você pode mais


Por quem os sinos dobram - Raul Seixas

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Bring it on home to you
Brno, 15 October 2013, 19:33


Sometimes I have the conviction that the perfect meal have a better taste when served raw. My memories are not different at all. That's how this blog was created. Only pure HTML with a small CSS and JavaScript sauce. You can copy it, you can load it in your computer, phone, pager or whatever. And my raw HTML should be tasted in English. Not because I love English, but because it infected my human-limited brain. It brought me a sterile and maybe stupidly simple sense of aseptic communication. It took me out of my country limits and put me in a huge anonymous frontiers. Maybe Tim Berners-Lee was right when he created the HTML and when he though about the language... about programing language or about any others.

I don't know whether machine translation will eventually get good enough to allow us to browse people's websites in different languages so you can see how they live in different countries.

Tim Berners-Lee

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About my wrong priorities
Brno, 07 October 2013, 18:42


When we just "carry things on", without putting the right effort... the effort that shakes you and make you stoned because you don't know how to solve the problem as an adult decent man... when you try to avoid this uncomfortable feeling and just carry what ever it is in a peaceful way like a mindless monk... that's when it hurts the most. That's when you lie to yourself even if you don't know that you are doing it.

"No, sir: I had a delicacy," was the reply. "I feel very strongly about putting questions; it partakes too much of the style of the day of judgment. You start a question, and it's like starting a stone. You sit quietly on the top of a hill; and away the stone goes, starting others; and presently some bland old bird (the last you would have thought of) is knocked on the head in his own back-garden and the family have to change their name. No, sir, I make it a rule of mine: the more it looks like Queer Street, the less I ask."

Strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

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Days without night
Brno, 06 October 2013, 03:42


Once again I need to work in the night during the weekend. I've been reading too many stories about Morpheus and now I can't stop thinking about his reign. What Morpheus, a king of his own dream, is capable do with someone who needs to be awake during the night? Someone who can't travel to his land because is too occupied working during the most stupid time? I ended up realizing that the answer for this question is in fact very simple... he gives him a free ticket to reality.

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Far away from the start
Brno, 04 October 2013, 15:00


"Neque porro quisquam est qui dolorem ipsum quia dolor sit amet, consectetur, adipisci velit..."
"There is no one who loves pain itself, who seeks after it and wants to have it, simply because it is pain..."

Lorem Ipsum

I've been trying to decently sustain a blog for such a long time... Actually, I don't even remember when was my last failure trying to keep it interesting and visited by all those people that I never new. Started it, installed all the CMS system for it, bought the domain spending a lot of time just to think about a "cool" name to adopt and even more time trying to cook something interesting to say. But not this time. No sir. No CMS's, no cool names, nothing interesting to say... Only some Lorem Ipsum. The guy who wrote it was a genius... back on 1500, he proved with his text that the humanity was already capable to fill up empty spaces with something very dummy and also empty at the same time. Like sausages filled up with air.

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A pior festa do mundo
Lisboa, 10 de novembro de 2010


“Brazil is the world chapital of parties”
Ele nunca saberá o quanto foi difícil para mim, ouvir essa porcaria vinda da boa suja dele. Por um instante, eu adoraria vê-lo boquiaberto e espantado ao compreender quanta dor o meu povo leva no peito. Que, sabe assim ele pare para pensar que todo o divertimento do mundo não tem nada a ver com tudo aquilo que ele viveu.
“E todo mundo esta feliz aqui na terra”

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Guerreiro
Lisboa, 4 de Outubro de 2010


O fogo queima
E percorre o cabo da minha lança como quem percorre
Um caminho único e completamente certo

E queima a minha arma de guerra
para deixar o meu espírito nas cinzas da minha coragem

E das cinzas já não há mais as sobras.
Nem pouco, nem muito…
Morno, esbranquiçado e quebradiço

A minha luta e também a luta da chama
A luta de arder enquanto ainda existir caminho para trilhar

Arder enquanto existir sentido
A maior batalha e aquela da qual o fogo
Não consegue queimar
Mesmo sem saber o nome
Ou sem saber para onde
ou mesmo de onde veio.

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Gato e Cavalo
Lisboa, 20 de Setembro de 2010


Eu sou o cavalo.
Meu destino e correr.

Ela e o gato.
Seu destino e a leveza.

Ela me ensina a liberdade…
Eu dou a carga.

Mas o gato nunca poderá carregar o que o cavalo carrega
O cavalo saberá ser leve,
mesmo carregando toda a carga do mundo?

“ao vencedor as batatas”

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Raiz
Lisboa, 15 de Setembro de 2010


Deixei o Brasil, mas o que ficou dele em mim? Tudo. Aqui, eu sou o Brasil em pessoa. Cabeça, caminhar, cabelos, tudo! Cheguei em Portugal, o que há de português em mim? Tudo. Porque tudo me lembra o Brasil. Seja o que carrego aqui comigo, seja aquele que eu ainda não sei qual e. O que há de Brasil nos portugueses? Em tudo que eles tem, mas não conseguem dizer a quem pertence. São nossas copias bem educadas e civilizadas. Nossos parentes próximos que nos negam em tantas coisas, mas que se esquecem de olhar a si mesmos. São pessoas boas e despreocupadas. Talvez esteja errado quanto a eles ou talvez eles estejam certos demais com relação a mim, mas para tudo aqui, ainda e cedo. Para julgar, para descrever, para entender. Julgo o que vejo e o que vejo ainda e pouco. Agora que começo a entender nossos colonizadores, posso talvez compreender o nosso pais com outros olhos. António Ribeiro Chiado e Fernando Pessoa. Posso vê-los e eles não podem me ver. O que diriam se pudessem? “Meu caro, você realmente esta longe, looooonge de casa, não?”

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Longo e lento adeus
Brasilia, 09 September 2010


Finalmente escrevendo. Hoje vejo quanto tempo ganhei quando estava me despedindo de todos. Há anos eu sonho com essa viagem. Agora estou sentado no chão frio de mármore do aeroporto. Encosto minha cabeça nas paredes e penso sem parar. Nada para me distrair, nada mais e familiar... Mochileiro intergaláctico estaria achando que isso aqui e uma rodoviária de interior, mas para mim e tudo grandioso. Muitas pessoas choraram por aqui... Algumas estão sentadas ao meu lado imaginando que eu estou na fila de embarque. Adeus Brasil!

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