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Quando anunciadamente -um mistério, um deus onisciente, mas...

Wed, 20 Feb 2013 21:55:33 -0400

Quando anunciadamente -um mistério, um deus onisciente, mas atado à sua natureza e ao ar que respira- seu espírito te carrega até o abismo, apenas medíocre e deplorável. Quando ele mesmo, as gramas que seus pés arrancam bem como as que suas mãos plantam, (como fora) por obra do caos, traz uma redenção. Uma que resgata, mas te envolve na tua própria dor e lacera teu rosto ao sangue. A cicatriz para lembrar do caminho percorrido. Humilde e ferido, vês uma aurora de verdade no teu ser, o vento que sussurra quem és e te conclama a abraçar a caminhada. Parece química e pequenos impulsos elétricos, mas é só equilíbrio, é só humano.

wrdbnr: Lookback -alternative version- print I guess the point...

Wed, 13 Feb 2013 18:02:56 -0400

wrdbnr:

Lookback

-alternative version- print

I guess the point is not only to know how far you’ve come, but also to realise which of the paths you are supposed to keep marching on and which of them you ought to let the weeds grow back.

É o mais simples ton de voz, aquela atitude robótica que enoja....

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 20:02:57 -0400

É o mais simples ton de voz, aquela atitude robótica que enoja. Memórias que tornam traços do homem. Vou acolhendo o adeus ao convívio do que insiste em escrever tempestade. Sempre na esperança de que a caminhada seja cada vez menos dolorosa e que algum dia haja um vôo para voar junto.

A Solidão de quem desperta

Mon, 21 Jan 2013 17:18:58 -0400

A solidão que se sente quando os olhos se abrem para o que se esconde por detrás do mundo é uma...

"A maneira como as pessoas se perdem… elas anseiam pela felicidade, mas correm para o..."

Tue, 08 Jan 2013 16:36:00 -0400

“A maneira como as pessoas se perdem… elas anseiam pela felicidade, mas correm para o...

Electric seconds that burn

Mon, 03 Dec 2012 20:31:00 -0400

It’s weird how a single moment can bring up a whole set of feelings and memories triggering...

O portal da luz, a janela no escuro; ser, afinal. (at Praia de...

Mon, 19 Nov 2012 20:59:03 -0400

O portal da luz, a janela no escuro; ser, afinal. (at Praia de Manaíra)

In our society, those who have the best knowlegde of what is...

Sat, 03 Nov 2012 15:29:00 -0300

In our society, those who have the best knowlegde of what is happening are also those who are furthest from seeing the world as it is. In general, the greater the understanding, the greater the delusion. The more inteligent, the less sane. This peculiar linking together of opposites. Knowledge with ignorance, cynicism with fanaticism is one of the chief distinguishing marks of Oceanic society. I systematically undermines the solidarity of the family and it calls its leader by a name which is a direct appeal to the sentiments of family loyalty. These contradictions are not accidental, nor do they result from ordinary hypocrisy. They are deliberate exercises in doublethink. For it is only by reconciling contradictions that power can be retained indefinitely. In no other way could the ancient cycle be broken. If human equality is to be forever averted — if the High, as we have called them, are to keep their places permanently — then the prevailing mental condition must be controlled insanity.

Men has been subordinated to his own inventions. Science, technology, social organisation. These things have ceased to serve men. They have become his masters. The price of liberty and even of common humanity is eternal vigilance.

To being either a good citizen or a fine scholar; behind this facade, there is a certain element of the unreconstrucsted bum. This is why modern men has heard enough about guilt and sin. It is because every form of imitation seems to him deadening and sterile that he rebels against the force of tradition that would hold him to well-trodden ways. All such roads lead for him in the wrong direction. He may not know it, but he behaves as if his own individual life were god’s special will that must be fullfilled at all costs, which is one of the most tangible evils of the neurotic state. An integrated person is not a person who simply eliminated the sense of guilt or the sense of anxiety from his life, but they’re as something to be recognised as contributive, in the same way that manure is contributive to the perfume of the rose. It is moreover only in the state of complete abandonment and loneliness that we experience the hopeful powers of our own natures. The fool who persists in his folly will become wise. In other words, our rage, and our very proper rage, against evil things which occur in this world, must not overstep itself. So it is suffering, and so it is evil, which makes possible the recognition of virtue.

Tribute to a childhood full of awkwardness and happiness. (Taken...

Thu, 30 Aug 2012 09:09:51 -0300

Tribute to a childhood full of awkwardness and happiness. (Taken with Instagram at Bancários)

"… And finally, this question: The mystery of whose story it will be, of who draws the curtain...."

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 01:40:00 -0300

“… And finally, this question: The mystery of whose story it will be, of who draws the...

“Yet it was watching him, with its beautiful marred face...

Tue, 31 Jul 2012 14:01:00 -0300

“Yet it was watching him, with its beautiful marred face and its cruel smile. Its bright hair gleamed in the early sunlight. Its blue eyes met his own. A sense of infinite pity, not for himself, but for the painted image of himself, came over him. It had altered already, and would alter more. Its gold would wither into grey. Its red and white roses would die. For every sin that he committed, a stain would fleck and wreck its fairness. But he would not sin. The picture, changed or unchanged, would be to him the visible emblem of conscience…” -Oscar Wilde (Taken with Instagram)

There is a time to live and let live. Three years it’s...

Tue, 19 Jun 2012 10:10:00 -0300

There is a time to live and let live. Three years it’s been. No regrets, few people even fewer moments. Too many experiences, not in the sense of excess… Well, if counted feelings and sensations you could call that. Not a person in the whole world could call that piece of life a waste of time. And it keeps spining as though it could never end. I wish… Let’s have no boundaries for discovering this beautiful life together. At least while we can. (Taken with Instagram)

"What shall it profit a man, if he should gain the whole world and lose his own soul."

Mon, 18 Jun 2012 10:08:48 -0300

“What shall it profit a man, if he should gain the whole world and lose his own soul.” -...

The epic story of going away everyday...

Thu, 07 Jun 2012 09:20:00 -0300

…is about other’s, your family’s. Mainly theirs: frustrations, regrets, sorrow and...

"Hell is other people. The human beings tend to lack self-knowledge. We tend to project our worst..."

Wed, 23 May 2012 20:21:14 -0300

“Hell is other people. The human beings tend to lack self-knowledge. We tend to project our...

"You pretend to buck the system, pretend to be a rebel. You claim to hate rules. But all you do is..."

Sun, 13 May 2012 23:44:07 -0300

“You pretend to buck the system, pretend to be a rebel. You claim to hate rules. But all you...

I flash by, it is a thunder, it is a gentle blow, it comes and it goes.

Wed, 02 May 2012 20:15:24 -0300

Another breath, heart beat, blink of an eye. It is a curious thing when you realise you don’t...

"A day older. Every morning now I wake before the alarm. Bad sign that. Never used to be like that. I..."

Mon, 23 Apr 2012 21:40:47 -0300

“A day older. Every morning now I wake before the alarm. Bad sign that. Never used to be like...

“Outro mundo, outro dia, outro amanhecer. O primeiro tênue raio...

Fri, 16 Mar 2012 21:58:05 -0300

“Outro mundo, outro dia, outro amanhecer. O primeiro tênue raio de luz matinal apareceu sem alarde.
Muitos bilhões de trilhões de toneladas de núcleos de hidrogênio superaquecidos explodindo se levantam aos poucos sobre o horizonte e conseguira parecer pequenos, frios e ligeiramente úmidos.
Há um momento em cada amanhecer no qual a luz parece flutuar e tudo parece mágico. A criação prende a respiração.”

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Sun, 04 Mar 2012 09:13:12 -0400