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