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

Back In Those Days

A corner

A guitar

This love

A song

To make happy

Who you love.



Think carefully

Is the same of Dreaming

From the window you can see the Corcovado

The redeemer

How lovely!



I want a life always like this

With you near me

Until the end

Of the old flame



And I that was sad

Infidel of this world

When I find you

I knew

what was happiness

My love

"I think 99 times and I don’t discover anything, I stop thinking, dive into a deep silence and the truth comes to me."

"The mind advances up to the point where it can analyze, but after that, it enters a higher dimension, not knowing how it got there." - Albert Einstein





Listening to Gotan Project - Santa Maria Del Buen Ayre

Initium Neophytos

If things are unattainable... now!

Is no reason not to want them .....

And what a sad path not to follow

The Magical presence of the stars!

"Always do right. This will gratify some people, and astonish the rest" - Samuel Langhorne




Listening to John Coltrane - Equinox