Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
son tantas las barreras que hicimos y todavia es mucho mejor vivir sin ellas. qual es el desarrollo que intentamos? Nos hemos quedado en el tiempo de los primeros "FILIPES"? es decir, hagaremos todo por interes? A las veces me pongo a pensar si las estupidez humana iba a confrontarse al espejo decindo: "te conozco, pero, no me gustas nada!"....
Monday, August 29, 2011
The time crossed as gently as it could, down that rocky landscape, where the Night just let our traveler sleep. His dreams were driven by and between stormy and tumultuous events, mountains to climb, rivers to pass, and rain, lots of it, here and then a glance of sun ray, his body lied down like if it was part of the earth, restless, fighting against the Dawn that soon whispered Night to leave. And so it did. “Come out and play” – echoed a voice in that cave. At first he thought that his dreams were becoming reality, as the voice sounded clearer, he thought not wake up, “what for, what’s outside waiting for? Is it worth? maybe there are some other dreams that I should wait for.” But the voice continued and was impossible to ignore so much echoes , so he opened his eyes and looked the small hole at the very beginning of the cave…. there was a bright white light coming, impossible to notice any silhouette, so he shouted confused “Who’s there, what do you want from me?”
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
I wonder if its a worldwide feeling or if is just my perception....does cynicism came here to stay?
Is this the ultimate pattern compolsory to live from? So tired and angry of the architected patterns that subtly are imposed;
So this is last democracy reductum... the freedom to dictate.
Is imagination lost for most, is there no new concept of living and "make things real work"- economy etc etc? Come on ! The good news are that iRenaissance must be near... Well, at least i'm trying to make things different, and feel great about it! (watch out for the newspapers tv etc they're mind inceptors. eh eh : )
nat king cole - fly me to the moon
(now i'll take my drugs....just in case)
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Somewhere in the 80's - South Europe
I remember the days being a hard pain to get over during elementary school, waiting for the interval ( recreational ) and go for to play with friends; Classes were semi harsh under the watchful eye of a professorship almost indifferent ( I say almost , because we had teachers more severe or more indifferent than other ) whose pedagogy was discriminatory for the weak. Saw some fellow hungry , tired with problems at home ( and difficult problems ) and for some reason could not learn .... and moreover had to reach out to the harsh rule (method at the time to teach ... a thick wood ruler beaten several times in the hands when for somehow you didnt know an answer or were distracted) ...anyway, I pitied them .
One of these passages , and difficult problems , i have recorded like this : well , I remember one colleague who along with his brothers and mother were beaten up and expelt from their home, which for a drunk moment their father would be recurrently experiencing . They were living under an awning ( plastic cover ) with a mattress that could be ssen from the school; was cold that day and my mother ( great woman ) did what it was usual to her....to give a hand . She called them to our house , gave them clothes and fed them between the crying and embarrassed eyes of the young children , I looked and saw suspicious my classmate drinking the warm milk from my mug , which stupidly at that time I caused a lot of confusion ... I did not understand .
Decada de 80 - Sul da Europa
lembro o dia de ser uma verdadeira seca o passar do tempo na escola primária a aguardar que chegasse a hora do intervalo (recreio) e ir para uma brincadeira qualquer; As aulas eram semi rispidas sob o olhar atento de um professorado quase indiferente (eu digo quase, porque haviam professore/as mais severos ou mais indiferentes) cuja pedagogia era discriminatória para com os fracos. via alguns colegas com fome, cansados com problemas em casa (problemas bem dificeis) e que por algum motivo não conseguiam aprender .... e ainda por cima tinham de estender a mão à dura régua ... eu tinha pena deles.
Uma das passagens desses, problemas bem difíceis, ficou-me gravada: assim, recordo-me uma colega que juntamente com os irmãos e mãe foram espancados e expulsos de casa, que por um momento ébrio que aquele que dizia ser pai ia recorrentemente experimentando. Ficaram a viver debaixo de um toldo (capa de plastico) com um colchão que se via da escola; Estava frio nesse dia e a minha mãe (grande mulher) fez o que era habitual dela dar a mão. Chamou-os lá a casa, deu-lhes roupa e alimentou-os entre o choro e os olhos envergonhados dos mais pequenos; Eu olhava e via desconfiado a minha colega de escola a beber o leite quente da minha caneca, o que estupidamente naquela altura me causou muita confusão... eu não entendia.
há dias assim - Radio Macau
Thursday, January 27, 2011
do people take and accept willingly all the oversized rush we're liven into?
does action needs a reaction? IF we consider pressure a trigger / action would there be an ignition/ reaction? Can societys live realy forever with a inccreasing state of pressure?
What would be the relief to reset the overcoming pressure?
Queen - under pressure
Thursday, January 13, 2011
our cars will work by renovable energy; phones will be skin implanted, and so our IDs;
we'll be hable to comunicate without any physical support (i.e. pc or phone), we will have a universal standard language, people can be bought, nations, societys, societys (as i said before) can be directly ruled by Corps.; one's problems will affect faster and more people in every dimension or cause;
in the future people will true smile less.