domingo, 25 de outubro de 2009

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"

terça-feira, 20 de outubro de 2009

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"

segunda-feira, 19 de outubro de 2009

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"

sábado, 17 de outubro de 2009

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"

sexta-feira, 16 de outubro de 2009

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"

quinta-feira, 15 de outubro de 2009

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"

quarta-feira, 14 de outubro de 2009

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"

terça-feira, 13 de outubro de 2009

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"

sábado, 10 de outubro de 2009

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"

sábado, 3 de outubro de 2009

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"