Felix Felicis Infinitas Infinitio

In the day-to-day confusion
In the doubt that suffocates
In the anything pain
I found my path...

But the path only exists
when you pass through it...
Once you stop walking,
After staying and going,
Ill know the one who arrives
in order to be the one leaving..

And as thousand of stars
singular letters in the sky
A particular history is told...

And I try to read it just to know
What the voice of life has to say...




"Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old." & "Believing
in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made." -
Franz Kafka




Listening to Dave Brubeck Quartet - "Blue Rondo A La Turk"

Remember, Remember the 5th of November...

Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder, treason, and plot,
I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, ’twas his intent
To blow up the King and Parliament.
Three score barrels of powder below,
Poor old England to overthrow;
By God’s providence he was catch’d
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, make the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
Hip hip hoorah!
A penny loaf to feed the Pope.
A farthing o’ cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down.
A faggot of sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar.
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head.
Then we’ll say ol’ Pope is dead.
Hip hip hoorah!
Hip hip hoorah hoorah!
"Old English saying"



"If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky, that would be like the splendor of the mighty one." and "Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds." - Oppenheimer recalling Bhagavad Gita




Listening to Peter Bjorn & John - "Young Folks"

Donec Animus Libertas

After all were gone,
And also the day,
Were among the shadows
Of the alleys in the park
Me and my agony.

Party was for others.
And when it was gone
Were among the shadows
Of the tight alleys
Who I was and who I am.

Everything was to all.
Played, but in the end
Were among the shadows
Of the nightly alleys
Just me, and I without me.

Perhaps in the old park
A party returns to be.
Will be among the shadows
Of the sad alleys
I and who I know I`m not.




"A man's moral conscience is the curse he had to accept from the gods in order to gain from them the right to dream." - William Faulkner




Listening to Chet Baker & Stan Getz - Winter Wonderland

Aeternus eternus nox noctis

Falls the veil and the night comes…
The full moon arrives
But does not warm any body...

Reflecting my beauty,
And I see that is not ephemeral,
Not as I see on the streets...

I show color to the world...
Revealing all that were hidden
Disguised in clouds of routine...

At this moment, a moment of luck,
Minutes would be re-evaluated
Thereafter for every breath 10 would be counted...

And there goes another day,
And you can`t count them...
You just can count on you...
Never look over your shoulder
You only see whats behind...

And as said by a great man...
Opposites only distract themselves,
The ones willing get attracted...
In a Future that was written to be changed…

And just after all that
we know which pieces of the sky
were left behind…




"A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent." William Blake




Listening to Kings of Leon - "Use Somebody"

E Pluribus Unum

Never be distracted by the past,
Do not think of what is already finalized,
Everything will be recorded,
Eternally in the World Soul,
And there will always remain...

If what you seek,
Is made of pure matter,
As a slice of the Philosopher`s stone
It never will rot,
And you can always come back it...

If it was just a moment of light,
As the explosion of a star,
A blink at a true sentiment,
Then you will not find anything
Once you get back...

But seen an explosion of light,
That was your reward,
And this alone will be worth...

In the end, all the search time
Is an encounter with eternity...

Maktub




"Not only does God play dices, but... he sometimes throws them where they cannot be seen." - Stephen Hawking

"Ignorance is never better than knowledge." - Enrico Fermi




Listening to Idan Rachel Project - "Im Teleh"

Vinco Vici Victum

How happy is the human soul
Not enslaved by dull control

Left to dream and roam and play
Shed the guilt of former days

Walking on the foggy shore
Watch the waves come rolling home

Through the veil of pale moonlight
My shadow stretches out its hand…

And so we lay, we lay in the same grave
Our chemical wedding day

Floating in the endless blue
My seed of doubt I leave to you

Let it wither on the ground
Treat it like a plague you found
All my dreams that were outside

In living colour, now alive
And all the lighthouses

Their beams converge to guide me home…




"When you fish for love, bait with your heart, not your brain." - Mark Twain




Listening to Dave Matthews Band - "Crash"

Caelestis animus est aeternus

I`m a man who has
Under my skin petals…
Under my nails thorns…
There are so many nerves around my heart
That in my eyes only delirium stays…

I`m a man who has
Windows as doors…
Ceilings as floors…
And as the cannibal hunger
I sleep in the darkness of miracles…

I can`t see, anymore, the hell that attracted me
I`m a blind man in a castle…
I`m a blind man in a castle…

And from all that, I`ll say goodbye…

I don`t want to sleep anymore
With my eyes opened the sun can warm me…

Barefooted faith walks slowly
Fate runs out from bad luck
And from what remains…

And if you could just look at me…
And if you wanted to find me…
And if you can, please take me home…




"There is nothing to hide and everything to seek. There is nothing to find and everything to be." - Darina Stoyanova




Listening to Bossacucanova - "Essa Moça Tá Diferente"

Destinatus animus profundum - Penetralis

When it's awfully dark
And no one can hear you…
When the night comes
And you just can`t cry…

There's always a light
In the so called desperate tunnel…
There`s always a port
For those who needs to arrive…

After all I`m carrying
A torch for those who drowned…
I`ll keep waiting for you
Promises me it won`t take long…

It`s a long night
for a short life…
But I don`t care
if I could just help you…

There are so many scars…
So many vicious…
So many fears…
That already are a part of what I am…

I just don`t know if I can still swim….




"And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you." - Friedrich Nietzsche.




Listening to Tom Jobim - "Wave"

Mei infinitus proprius - Mare Maris

Ode to the Sea

To the Sea, now…
It's my call…

To the Sea, now…
And I say once more
To the sea…

It`s been a long seen I left home
To live in the Sea…

White sand
White is the beautiful boat
Blue skies from North to South…

Storm
One green and grey...
Musical
It`s always the sound of the rain…

East, West, North and South
Where a man lies…

When the sun puts itself on the blue
Or when the moon does it to sea…
Just the immensity and the sea…

There lies the best and worst of me
Just do not lose yourself when entering
In my particular infinite…




"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion." - Albert Camus




Listening to Jorge Drexler - "Al Otro Lado del Rio"

Caelum omnis sum fui futurus

The sky of Icarus has more poetry than the one of Galileo…

I wanted to look farther,
But I didn`t know how to fly…
I just couldn`t see
The wings you have just gave me…

Moon was our destiny,
To float freely like dancers
In a never ending dance step…

Suddenly a light appeared
Illuminating the dark of our sky…
It was the dawn
But seen through your eyes…

And while following silly words
We reached for the stars…
Our souls were revealed
by the glow of a star...

And so the starts whispered…
Loving is to let someone love you…
And all forms of control
Just rewards you with an empty love…




“I would rather be ashes than dust. I would rather that my spark burn out in a brilliant blaze than be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. For the proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.” - Jack London




Listening to John Coltrane - "Saturn"

Incomitatus per desumo

It`s made of dreams and dust
The fate of a lonely man…
Lost in my own thoughts
While ridding my steel horse…

My father was luxury
And mother solitude….
And if there is luck
I don`t know, never saw it…

And everywhere I go
I take you on my eyes…
I`m not by our side
But I can still dream of it…

My dreams will search for you…
I`m not sure if it`s just a illusion
If your are close
Or is just my intuition…

This Life breaks less
Leads me, drags me, blinds me…

And the word that destroys love
Takes me from when everything was full
To the moment it all collapsed…

After all were just harsh words
Of a velvet voice…




''Do the thing you fear most and the death of fear is certain. '' - Mark Twain.




Listening to Dire Straits - "So far way"

Ordo ab Chao

"Ah, look at all the lonely people...

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from ?

All the lonely people
Where do they all belong ?"


According to my grandfather
I was born under the protection of "Sao Jorge"
the warrior...

Baptized under the "Ede Yoruba" tradition...
And as so, following the "Xukuru" ritual
my body was sealed with the glint of a knife...

Confirmed under a storm
sent by "Tupã-cinunga"
with the reflect of a "Tupaberaba"...

My soul was a fragment
piece of the dust boned crown
used by "Kuruap"...

My lineage remotes to "Xango"
King of the "Orixas"...
Son of Oranian, Africa's greatest king...
God of justice... And rage...

Cao Cabiecile! My father...
The blue blood gave me access
to the "Terreiro de Umbanda" domains...

At age 15 a call to arms
through the hand of mysteries...
as a gift a doubled-headed phoenix ring
and knowledge that can sent all free...

Touched in "Tiferet"
as a "neophytos"
in my chemical wedding...
Transforming the lead of ego
into gold of essence...

Crossed the river of anger
in the companion of Kharon
with nothing but a coin...

Halfway along my life's path
I was a man that
have not yet seen his last evening...
But, through my madness,
was so close to it,
That there was hardly time to turn about...

As Virgil appeared to me
I reached the first circle...
Abandoning all hopes
as my feet paved the way...

Sin came looking for my soul
as I looked in his face...
And that is where I stand....




"It`s a basic truth of the human condition that everybody lies. The only variable is about what." - Dr. House




Listening to Eric Clapton - "Running on Faith"

Ab Irato Tempus Temporis...

As well said by Berlioz: “Time is a great teacher it’s a pity that kills all its students”. And it`s the irony in the phrase of Berlioz that makes me a lover of “time”, and as well of its intrinsic evolutionary dialectic where the only certainty is that “time” is not a straight line, and that events do not succeed in a logical order where necessarily everything begins and ends. I think that I agree with Shakespeare when he defines life as ”A tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury” where things do not necessarily starts at day 1….

Starting from the point that “Time” does not necessarily unfolds in his leafy bed linearly, that is exactly when we are faced with the central issue in our ideological vision of time. How could a scientific measure, designed to determine periods of time, a systematic component of measurement used to sequence events, to compare the durations of events, their ranges, and to measure the motion of objects can be interpreted differently by different individuals.

How could a measure of accumulation not be linear? How would it be possible that the future will not necessarily be tomorrow and the past was not necessarily yesterday?

That`s probably why the Greeks had two words for time: Chronos and Kairos. Where the first was only the chronological “Time” or presumably sequential, that could be measured, and that rule the human land, where ordinary men lived. And Kairos meant the "right time" or "appropriate", it would be an indefinite time, where the logical sequence is not valid, and that special things happen...

A “Time” that does not goes by with the elapse of days or seconds…

A “Time” that would be deeply connected with our karma…

A “Time” connected to our perception of the world…

A “Time” that would commend our feelings and be attached to our emotions…

The Greeks were sure that the notion of time as something fluid that moves inexorably forward, or as an environment within which events move in a specifically and define direction, comes with several implicit contradictions in the concept. Independently of religious beliefs or superstitions, we can certainly say that there is no absolute time in this universe. Independently of the level of conscious of the final observer, it would be impossible to define a point of final comparison, and since would be impossible to define that point would be impossible to have a uniform measure, and in the sum of that would be too simplistic of us to base the idea of “Time” in a merely sand drop of an hourglass…

The temporality, to contemporary thinking, is in the essence the being of what the man has conscious of being. This concept comes with the following contradiction: the temporality is the very essence of the being, in consequence, the being is dedicated to the finitude and death. On the other hand, the subject is outside of any certain “Time”, as the thought may dominate the moment that passes through the retention of the past and may also establish itself, in a peculiar kind of timelessness, in the projection of the future. But this "eternal present" is only the moment of passage, the ritual of transformation, the “now” through which the future denied becomes in his negative side, the past. And so appears the paradoxical nature of “Time”, in the fleeting reality that fades at the same time that it becomes something. The past is no more, the future is not yet an event. To create an awareness of time is to grasp the non-being that corrodes your being. The time is essentially the act of starting to be...

But the truth is that there is a clear process of time transformation, or better said a metamorphosis, where the human being changes along side with it. And if this text allows me, I can go back to the remote Cardinal de Cusa, who allegedly was the first to postulate that a circle is a polygon of an uncountable number of angles, and that straight lines after all were curves with an infinite circumference, and use him to understand the temporal metamorphosis. Perhaps the metamorphosis of geometric configurations can be applied to our benefit, as “Time”, initially, have been shown to humans through great natural phenomenon for only then unfold itself into the paradigm of complex non-linearity that we see today…

And knowing the various representations of time requires us to understand a profound concept, ourselves. To know “Time” is to enter the mechanism of the divine mind, trying to determine the odds of our existence. But it is also the desire to achieve immortality through knowledge, an incontestably sine of our existence in both senses: historical and emotional manifestations or ourselves. Understanding “Time” is the key to unlock the why of our experiences, and after all to understand our existential being….




"I don't know anything about light, from where it comes nor where it goes, I only want the light to light up, I do not ask to the night explanations, I wait for it and it envelops me, and so you, bread and light and shadow are." - Pablo Neruda




Listening to Miles Davis and Milt Jackson Quintet - "Changes"

Ab Aeterno Mutatis mutantis

Walking against the wind
barefoot and document free
in the sun of almost December in the tropics
that`s where I`m going….

The sun revolving in small crimes
warfare, spaceships, guerilla
and beautiful cardinals in the horizon
that`s where I`m going…

In every single face
in long kisses of your love
in teeth, legs, flags,
bombs and Brigitte Bardot
that`s where I`m going…

Against some mere foolish daydreams
that keep trying to torture me
using photos cut and newspaper pieces
useless, because there are many old violets
without a hummingbird
that`s where I`m going…

In between pictures and names
her eyes were full of colors
the chest full of love in vain
and so I give up my solitude
that`s where I`m going…

No tissue and no documents
nothing in my pockets or hands
a song to make me someone else
no hunger, no umbrage
just some different feeling
that`s where I`m going…

I want to keep living
without getting dirty
and the cloth of confetti
that’s over, it`s been all celebrations
remaining that old familiar taste
like only Freud could explain
that’s where I`m going…




"Algún día en cualquier parte, en cualquier lugar indefectiblemente te encontrarás a ti mismo, y ésa, sólo ésa, puede ser la más feliz o la más amarga de tus horas." - Pablo Neruda




Listening to Aretha Franklin - "Day Dreaming"

INEVITABILIS REDEMPTIO

And that`s how you are
a dream to me.
And when I do not see you
I think of you since from the dawn
even when I laying.
My best friend is my love.

And we sing.
And we Dance.
And we do not get tired of being a child.
And play our old childhood.

Your eyes are the flash
that guides me in the darkness
my feet pave the way
I follow and never feel lonely.

And that`s who you are
a dream to me
my heart asks for kisses
and my laughter is happier with you.
My best friend is my love.

And we sing.
And we Dance.
And we do not get tired of being a child.
And play our old childhood.

And that was when I found you hearing and watching the blue sea.
And that was when I found you listening to the call of the sea.

When the afternoon comes, I want to rest
Go to the beach and see it.
I know that the wind is strong
And Ill be well up on the rocks.
I know that I do it to forget you
and I let the wave hit me.

We did all with good intentions
Was the time that did it wrong.



"There is no past that we can bring back by longing for it. There is only an eternally new now that builds and creates itself out of the Best as the past withdraws." Von Goethe


Listening to Nina Simone - "Sinnerman"

It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing

Since I was born Im in a conflict,

Grieved to learn why with so many people that I could be I was born me;

Lost in good feelings, small irregularities and contradictions,

Between Light and the Pitch;

I take faith that God is black and smokes pipe,

Was Born a child, and grows like a women,

Turn into smoke, and has no destination,

Plays in the sand, and changes the wheel of the winds,

Dance in the rain because it is an Indian,

Ends up dancing frevo, than Ballet,

Thats him as I imagine;

In everithing he is,

And not everything is he;

But I am not one, am not only one,

I am also a million of myselves,

I am not God but I am myselves;

Because is I that believe in me,

Im the one that has to explain myself when Im complicated,

I even watch my own prayers,

And Im the one that hears my own screams;

Because was I that wanted so,

Myselves are Gods within me,

Thanks to the Lord;

" Stars, hide your fires! Let not light see my black and deep desires. " Macbeth, William Shakespeare

Listening to Dave Matthews Band - "Funny the Way It Is"

Ab alio expectes, quod alteri feceris

After tomorrow, yes, only after tomorrow...

Tomorrow Ill stop to think about the day after tomorrow,

And it will be possible; but not today...

No, nothing today; Today I can't.

The persistence of my confusing objective subjectivity,

The dream of my real life, intercalated,

The early and infinity fatigue,

A World of fatigue to catch the unstoppable...

This type of soul...

Just after tomorrow...

Today I need to prepar myself,

I want to prepar myself to think about the next day tomorrow...

Because it is the decisive one.

I already have a plan; but not today, today I do not make them...

Tomorrow is the day for plans.

Tomorrow Ill sit down and try to conquer the world;

But Ill only conquer it the day after tomorrow...

I fell like crying,

Suddenly I fell like crying, something from the inside...

No, you do not want to know anything else, it's secret, I won't speak.

Only after tomorrow...

When I was a child, the Sunday circus exhilarate me all week.

Today only the Sunday Circus from my childhood amuses me through all week...

After tomorrow Ill be another person,

My life shall triumph,

All my real qualities shall be convened by an announcement...

But a announcement made tomorrow...

Today I wanto to sleep, tomorrow Ill write it...

For now, what is the show that will that me back to my childhood?

Even though Im only going to buy the ticket tomorrow...

Because only after tomorrow the show will be ready for my pleasure,

Before, no...

After tomorrow Ill finally be what I can't ever be today.

Only after tomorrow...

Tomorrow Ill say the words to you, or maybe the day after tomorrow...

Yes, perhaps only the day after tomorrow ...

Ohhh, the tomorrow...

Yes, only tomorrow...

"You can ever plan the Future by the past" - Edmund Burke




Listening To Hurt - Johnny Cash

Noscetis veritatem et veritas vos liberabit

I came with the "Nação Zumbi",

Talk to your ear.

I want to see the dust rising,

And much smoke in the air.

I arrived with my universe,

And land on your thinking.

Nothing Like the Horizon,

To bring me into your Mind.

And the certainty that I am I, In all that I am in.

It's the amaze infinity of the sky,

Is like having the immense horizon of my thinking in your mind.

The origin of fear is evil,

The collective man feels the need to fight.

The Pride, Arrogance and Glory,

Fills the field of imagination.

They are Demons, who destroy the savage power of Humanity.

I bring the "Recife" Street lights in the eyes,

Rivers and bridges in the heart,

"Pernambuco" in the bottom of my feet,

And my mind in the wilderness.

Modernizing the past is a musical evolution,

Where are the notes that were here,

I do not need them!

Chico Science - " Manifest for a generation forged in Chaos"



http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=Us-TVg40ExM

Final definition of "Global Village"




"It is just that, ... ,in the last moments of my life, I should discover all the iniquity of falsehood, and make the truth triumph." Jacques de DeMolay



Listening To Sénégal Fast Food Amadou & Mariam Feat. Manu Chao

As time goes by

For a long time I thought that absence was missing.


And I would cry, like a ignorant, the lack.


Today I don't regret.


There is no lack in the absence.


The absence is a state in me.


And I feel it, white, so attached, nested in my arms,


that I laugh, dance and invent joyful shouts,


because the assimilated absence,


no one can steal from me.



"Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils." Hector Berlioz




Listening to Autumn Leaves - Miles Davis