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