Big Lie

Life is a heavy lie; no wonder it is so short. Falls like a rock, once it reaches its highest point.
When down, the strongest pick it up. For again to be thrown into the never ending sky. Only to fall again, until so strong comes a man that throws it farther than man can go.
That's when Life loses its role and Death robs the scene. But, ah, how many spectators wish not to see death in play? Little they know about Death's wonderful acting!
Fear not, for if Life is brief fear only makes it briefer. Accept, the character of Death. And live to see the end of time and history.

Loyal Storm Rider

Unhappy is the loyal
if he happens to discover
what unloyalty is
Unreasonable reason
Incapacity to accept
Nature, destiny, power
A roof, dry floor and brick wall
All provided to an for the one
who always surrenders
and still loves
in the midst of the storm

Artificial Nature

Crows and dragonfly's
Acid rain and pink flowers
Concrete houses and mountains
From the wooden veranda
the greatest art is observed
by the minor artists
whose intention is to be
as the great creator
which only flows
in a river of emotions and feelings
With no intention
but that of expression;
of self discovery
and self reflection

Grandpa Hitler

I have done everything. I killed people; had sex with animals; smoked everything that burns. And I did all of this for nothing. For pure pleasure. I did everything for nothing because nothing is the only thing that lasts. Everything, but nothing, goes away. Why would I do something for something else if eventually both of the would be gone? Nothing is what matters, nothing is what stays. And it is to nothing that I pray. When I was a kid I was like every kid, doing stupid things for stupid reasons and that is why I give you alcohol without the acknowledgment of your mother. Your mother gives you too many reasons. She only gives me work to clean out all the garbage she feeds you. But ah, it doesn't really matter, does it? Because I know how you like that garbage and how you go after it even when your mother is not around. Thank God you don't live with me or you would die of cirrhosis, you pest!

Ser ou nao ser? Eis, ...que ser!

Nao esqueca de esquecer
So assim pra acontecer
Do jeito que era
Nao-esperado
Uma doce surpresa
Voce encantado

E nao
Ao encantamento
Trabalhando
Agindo
Contra as forcas da Terra
Contra as forcas do vento
Deixa-se levar, siga o movimento

Deixa-se encantar
Encantar
Cantar
Estar
Nao vira magica
Sem esquecimento

Aonde estou
Quem sou eu
Porque aqui

Caqui, tche?

Shiny Green Bug

I feel so blessed
I look around
Above,
Big icy mountains
Bellow,
Opaque grayness
Of city crumbles

Devoid of meaning
I look down
To my bare feet
Touching the bare ground

What I see
Is a little shiny green bug
Resting on one of my toes
And after three seconds of looking

Off it goes
To the big world of green
Where forever will live
The enemies and ghouls

Black Dog

Black Dog
Black Dog
Loud you bark
Fast you run
Eat your rice
Drink your water
Don't forget
To keep me safe
I will give you cookies
I will let you go to the bathroom
Just don't forget
To keep me safe

Doenca Mental

Vamos analisar essa curiosa expressao. Comecemos pelo comeco das duas palavras integrantes do conceito. D e M. Usando como base o alfabeto portugues, o sistema decimal de numeracao, o calendario gregoriano e o conhecimento basico sobre os elementos, chegamos a conclusao de que a primeira das letras sugere a forca da agua em passividade ativa. Atraves da mesma tecnica observamos que a letra M eh representante do Ar, tambem em seu momento de passividade ativa.

Passividade ativa significa potencialidade de acao. Concluimos a partir disso que se trata de uma condicao infecciosa (senao contagiosa), onde suas propriedades fundamentais sao apenas potenciais ou um bom solo sem sementes. Para que venha a ser ativa necessita de um agente externo, um virus, uma bacteria, cancer ou congestionamento de arterias. Alguma coisa que cause o desequilibrio do sistema.

Subemos (ou descamos) um degrau, para a fonetica. DO - ENCA. DO do verbo dar. Eu do, ele Da. ENCA, pronome demonstrativo, enca doenca eh contagiosa. Doenca, atraves da analise fonetica, nos apresenta a sua natureza como sendo compassiva, compartilhadora, incapaz de existir por ela mesma gracas ao proposito de servir o outro.

MEN - TAL. Atraves da perspectiva americo-cientifica entendemos a palavra como "Homens Altos". Porem nao se engane como os cientistas americanos se enganam. As coisas nao sao tao simples quanto aparentam ser.

Voltando a nossa propria perspectiva. MEN, juncao de eu + meu, pronome demonstrativo, este presente foi dado a men. Tambem pode ser observado como metade de uma expressao exclamatoria, produto de surpresa e causa de atencao. Menino!

TAL, derivado do verbo estar. Eu estou pasmo, voce tal bem? Origem do chines com o significado de "caminho", introduzido na perspectiva americo-cientifica como "voce" e posteriormente re-introduzido como "aquilo".

Temos agora uma boa ideia das propriedades (in)formativas da doenca mental. Agregando os fatores chegamos ao seguinte: A doenca mental eh condicao dependente de um doador e um receptor. Este doador sendo Alto ou significante, encaminhador da condicao. O receptor eh aquele que esta propenso a receber, com falhas ou aberturas.

Podemos assim identificar um doente mental como um que contem os dois fatores necessarios para o surgimento da condicao: um copo vazio e uma garrafa cheia. Eh claro que esta condicao eh uma de incalculavel perigo para a seguranca individual e nacional. Nao se sabe do que doentes mentais sao capazes, alem deles serem completamente desqualificados para o mercado de trabalho. Com sorte, nossa sociedade e sistema judiciario sao ausentes de erro e perfeitamente funcionais. Fazendo assim com que os pobres doentes mentais, que nao tem culpa de ser assim, serm diferenciados de criminosos.

Doentes mentais ganham ajuda do governo atraves de clinicas de tratamento em constraste com o confinamento reconciliatorio oferecido a criminosos em vista da re-introducao dos mesmos ao mercado.

Criminosos podem ir ao mercado. Dizem que nao podem, mas dizem soh pra nao matarem todos de susto. Agora doentes mentais verdadeiramente sao proibidos de frequentarem o mercado. A explicacao eh racional e valida. Criminosos criam pequenos problemas facilmente reparaveis, como o roubo de uma banana. Diferentemente, doentes mentais criam grandes, enormes problemas; guerra de comida e irrestricao na hora de ir no banheiro. Possivelmente sendo seguido por guerra de banheiro e irrestricao na hora de comer. Um monstro assim nao pode andar solto em meio a civilizacao e seus prezados cidadaos.

Portanto fique de olho aberto para possiveis doentes mentais e denuncie-os o mais rapido que puder para a clinica de tratamento mental mais proxima, em vista de que a menor quantidade possivel de dano seja causado. Esta foi mais uma analise em prol da humanidade, e que a mesma destrua irrevogavelmente todos os seus oponentes.

PHD em Urinologia.

Quando eu era menino eu mijava na rua e ninguem percebia. Quando eu cresci, nao podia mais mijar na rua porque todos percebiam. Que coisa estranha as pessoas terem ficado mais observadoras enquanto eu nao mijava. E eu, observava apenas quando mijava (assim nunca percebendo outros mijando na rua - pois eu quando estava na rua nao observava - caminhava). Se todos os outros observavam enquanto nao estavam mijando , o que faziam quando mijavam? E assim comecou o meu tour a mictorios publicos e a minha obsessao profissional.

Fo(a)r - Wo(a)rds -> My Literary Stile

I like to call it Psychedelic Literalism, or Literal Psychedelia. It is bright and illuminates. But it is also dark and obscuring.

The word Psychedelic starts from the latin and means voyage of the soul or soul voyager. And the word psychedelic ends with the C, or with the capability to C. It makes one blind. What is specially incredible about it though is that even the blind can C it. But only when they want to C nothing else, because as they become blind their senses go sensibly wild and strongly demand or evoke their attention.

Every concept has an opposite to make itself valid. Black and white. Natural and Unnatural. Love and Heat. Blue and Orange. Green and Red. Ridiculous and Intelligent. So it is with Psychedelic. But what is its opposite? What makes it valid? It is literalism, or, in more aggressive terms, empirical objectivism.

The soul voyager is open to his adventure and he is devoid of meaning, but that of exploration and perhaps finding other meanings. On the other hand, the literal by-stander is closed. So full of meaning it is that no need of meaning there is. As a consequence, it doesn't move into adventures. It is solid and complete - at least it feels so, until they happen to encounter a voyager. The voyager believes that his completeness lies in his incompleteness, until he meets the by-stander and a doubt arises.

My words are made by both voyager and by-stander, musically interchanging place with each other. The music, only them can hear. What we can experience is their reaction to the music; their dance; their meetings and departures; love-making and fights. It may seem ugly sometimes, but the truth is that they are very much enjoying themselves, doing what they feel it is right to do.

Literal Psychedelia is the union of the concrete and the abstract, the imaginary and the unreal. A challenge to reason for all the reasons available. Perhaps one would do better to partake on Literal Psychedelia with no reason, otherwise knots can be released and create much tension. How contradictory our world is!! To leave all reasons behind for the sake of all reasons! What monsters are we, to cause so much damage to the reasons?!

So what are we left to do with ourselves, these wild beasts incapable of dealing with delicacies? We are to chain ourselves, and become a by-stander, or run away, and become a voyager living by his own means. What is essential is that the beast in us must die. And someone has to kill it.

Is it wise to wait all your life for a lost bullet to collide with your found head, when you could simply end it with one click? How afraid our beastly self is of our killer self. If it doesn't decide to chain itself or run, it will come to bribery. The beast (666 - personal annotation) will give everything it has for his time to be postponed, hoping that the killer will tire off with all the other loose beasts.

Poor beast, so scared of dying, doesn't even realize that the killer would eventually make him as a slave when he had nothing else to give. And then its quite late for easy suicide. Although suicide is always possible and highly recommended for beasts.

Death is a dark subject. Not many people like dark subjects. They say nowadays that dark subjects influence the mind badly and make people be what they are not. That people should only pay attention to bright subjects or what pleases them. This is a big lie, probably created by slavish beasts in the attempt of being the last ones to die.

People who don't like dark are simply people who can't see in the dark. And these people are easy pray, obligated as they are to retire at night. The killer is the bringer of darkness. How could a beast of light escape its destiny of dwelling on the killer's darkness? By accustoming itself to strong light it becomes completely blind in the dark and is unable to run, to chain itself or even suicide. A slave of a slave. What a never ending life that must be. A beast as such looks for fun without knowing what fun is. A torment to himself and all around.

Death may be a dark subject. Perhaps the darkest. But what is the value o darkness without light? You need so much light for so much darkness to be of use. One could say then, through the contradictory foundation of our world (that of communication), that death is the brightest thing of all. So bright it is that people avoid looking at it. It makes the eyes - through which the reason of the empirical objectivist works - hurt and go blind. Just like the Sun and its Psychedelic properties.

How great is the Sun! Giver of warmth and life; never-ending power; benefactor of the manifestation of nature; destroyer of all impurities through ardent desire for justice.

I believe you may be starting to comprehend my feelings, and normally I would stop here for the writing to be picked up in the next page. But I feel that I have given here too much credit to darkness, as I feel that I usually do. Light and Darkness cannot exist one without the other, so I found myself in need of a last explanation.

It will be offered, as an excuse, or a tip, for this unreasonableness of mine to favor darkness, one more picture for the final understanding of my approach and style. Contemplate with me the phenomena know as Solar Eclipse and its brief and sporadic appearance. It makes one day, of all days, become dark as night. But there is no such thing as a night becoming day( long days and long nights perhaps). No other light comes to the Earth as the light of the Sun. Nights are always nights. Unlike days, that are interrupted by solar eclipses.

And this is the Psychedelic Literalism; The Solar Eclipse.












The killer is out and he has blinking multi-colored flashlights.
Beware.

Escrever

Acho que descobri minha aptidao. Algo que eu sempre fiz mas nunca percebi fazer - nunca percebi meu prazer em fazer. Funciona como um emulsificador ou absorvedor de impactos e choques. Transplante energetico entre as dualidades universais. Que se expandem em muito mais.

Escritor sempre fui, mas por algum motivo ate entao nao o havia realizado. Ouso dizer que o que me mantinha de perceber, ou continha as palavras em mim, era o meu orgulho egoista, senao a minha vergonha. (Vergonha. Que palavra engracada).

Nem todos sao escritores. A verdade eh que muitos poucos sao, apesar de quase todos escreverem. Isso me foi interpretado como uma situacao constrangedora, ao mesmo tempo que uma oportunidade e bencao.

Num mundo de palavras e livros, de criadores, criacoes e criaturas, carateres e caricaturas, vi-me uma vitima e um vitimizador tentando apenas (como se fosse pouca coisa) minimizar a imensa dor. Inocente. Demasiado sensivel, eu era. (E uma parte de mim diz que ainda sou)

Entao criou-se um terceiro partido, entre o mundo de dentro e o mundo de fora, quando foi finalmente realizado que partidos podem ser criados. Antes disso, o que existia, era o que conhecemos como Guerra Fria.

Esse terceiro partido eh o que voces presentemente estao lendo. Vendo. Ouvindo. Sentindo. Pensando. Tentando entender. Eh arte.

Brainstorm: Greve no Nepal, Update no Blog

Hoje faz 6 dias que a greve comecou. Nepal inteiro parado em virtude de briga politica. Maoistas fazendo arruaca. Nenhum onibus, nenhum carro nas ruas. Tudo fechado. Apenas das 6 as 8 da noite lojas abrem pra alimentar os grevistas. Eu, acostado num morro, tendo toda a cidade de Pokhara como minha janela, me retiro ate entao e escrevo, escrevo, escrevo. Incessantemente. Pausa apenas para comer, fumar e beber, e ler, claro. Como eu poderia desenvolver minha escrita se nao lendo? Entao agora o blog toma um novo rumo, com tanto material que tenho produzido e sinto que continuarei produzindo. Faltarao acentos, porem o show precisa continuar. E que a pouca plateia fique de pe, sentado, invisivel, como quiser...