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"