within you without you.

we were talking about the space between us all
and the people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion
never glimpse the truth then it's far too late when they pass away.
we were talking about the love we all could share-when we find it
to try our best to hold it there with our love
with our love we could save the world if they only knew.
try to realize it's all within yourself
no-one else can make you change
and to see you're really only very small,
and life flows ON within you and without you.
we were talking about the love that's gone so cold and the people,
who gain the world and lose their soul
they don't know they can't see... are you one of them?
when you've seen beyond yourself then you may find, peace of mind,
is waiting there and the time will come when you see
we're all one, and life flows on within you and without you.

the beatles.

João, em sua juventude, foi internado pela família em um manicômio. Considerado louco, o compositor estava, certo dia, olhando pela janela de seu quarto quando uma enfermeira entrou e perguntou o que estava fazendo. João respondeu que estava "olhando o vento descabelar as árvores". A enfermeira o interpelou, talvez no afã de mostrar lucidez, alegando que árvores não possuem cabelos. João, meio desanimado, respondeu: "E tem gente que não tem poesia".

A Red Red Rose

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.

Robert Burns

about attitude.

Attitude is more important than facts.
It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than success, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company, a home, a relationship. It will get two people close, or it will definitely tear them apart. The remarkable thing is we have a choice, every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for the day. We cannot change the fact that other people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. We have to try.

630

"Uma morena de verde sentada no banco à minha frente
O vento frio resvala nela e chega em mim
Eu sinto seu cheiro
Sabonete
Ela cheira incrivelmente bem
Quando entrou, fiquei hipnotizado por seus olhos grandes
Lápis de olho
Mas agora só me resta o cheiro
Melhor que nada."

Jaun Dais

racionalismo.

“Os termos bom e mau nada indicam de positivo, considerados em si mesmos. Porque uma coisa pode ser ao mesmo tempo boa, má ou indiferente. A música, por exemplo, é boa para os melancólicos, má para os de pouco sentimento e indiferente para os mortos.”

Spinoza

street poet

Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash
Oh baby with your pretty face, drop a tear in my wineglass

Look at those big eyes, see what you mean to me
Sweet-cakes and milkshakes
I’m a delusion angel, I’m a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think, don’t want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from, we have no idea where we’re going
Lodged in life, like branches in a river
Flowing downstream, caught in the current
I carry you, you’ll carry me
That’s how it could be, don’t you know me?
Don’t you know me by now?

Before Sunrise

Definitely, maybe.

“The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed”

Charlotte Bronte

The way

"Anyone could see the road that they walk on is paved in gold
And it's always summer, they'll never get cold
They'll never get hungry
They'll never get old and gray
You can see their shadows wandering off somewhere
They wont make it home
But they really don't care
They wanted the highway
They're happy there today"

Gravity's Rainbow

You realize, though the world around you is crumbling and eroding towards certain doom, somewhere in a meadow, perhaps very far away, a flower blooms.

Lost in Translation

The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.

Blues da piedade

Agora eu vou cantar pros miseráveis
Que vagam pelo mundo derrotados
Pra essas sementes mal plantadas
Que já nascem com cara de abortadas

Pras pessoas de alma bem pequena
Remoendo pequenos problemas
Querendo sempre aquilo que não têm

Pra quem vê a luz
Mas não ilumina suas minicertezas
Vive contando dinheiro
E não muda quando é lua cheia

Pra quem não sabe amar
Fica esperando
Alguém que caiba no seu sonho
Como varizes que vão aumentando
Como insetos em volta da lâmpada

Vamos pedir piedade
Senhor, piedade
Pra essa gente careta e covarde
Vamos pedir piedade
Senhor, piedade
Lhes dê grandeza e um pouco de coragem

Quero cantar só para as pessoas fracas
Que tão no mundo e perderam a viagem
Quero cantar o blues
Com o pastor e o bumbo na praça

Vamos pedir piedade
Pois há um incêndio sob a chuva rala
Somos iguais em desgraça
Vamos cantar o blues da piedade

Vamos pedir piedade
Senhor, piedade
Pra essa gente careta e covarde
Vamos pedir piedade
Senhor, piedade
Lhes dê grandeza e um pouco de coragem

Cazuza

The Matrix

Morpheus: The Matrix is a system, Neo. That system is our enemy. But when you're inside, you look around, what do you see? Businessmen, teachers, lawyers, carpenters. The very minds of the people we are trying to save. But until we do, these people are still a part of that system and that makes them our enemy. You have to understand, most of these people are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inured, so hopelessly dependent on the system, that they will fight to protect it.

Morpheus: I imagine that right now, you're feeling a bit like Alice. Hmm? Tumbling down the rabbit hole?

Neo: You could say that.

Morpheus: I see it in your eyes. You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees because he is expecting to wake up. Ironically, that's not far from the truth. Do you believe in fate, Neo?

Neo: No.

Morpheus: Why not?

Neo: Because I don't like the idea that I'm not in control of my life.

Morpheus: I know *exactly* what you mean. Let me tell you why you're here. You're here because you know something. What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire life, that there's something wrong with the world. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me. Do you know what I'm talking about?

Neo: The Matrix.

Morpheus: Do you want to know what it is?

Neo: Yes.

Morpheus: The Matrix is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work... when you go to church... when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.

Neo: What truth?

Morpheus: That you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else you were born into bondage. Into a prison that you cannot taste or see or touch. A prison for your mind.

Morpheus: I'm trying to free your mind, Neo. But I can only show you the door. You're the one that has to walk through it.

Morpheus: You take the blue pill, the story ends. You wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.

Sonnet 64

Coming to kiss her lips (such grace I found)
Meseemd I smelt a garden of sweet flowers
That dainty odours from them threw around
For damzels fit to deck their lovers bowers

Her lips did smell like unto gillyflowers
Her ruddy cheeks like unto roses red;
Her snowy brows like budded bellamoures,
Her lovely eyes like pinks but newly spread,

Her goodly bosom like a strawberrry bed,
Her neck like to a bunch of columbines;
Her breast like lillies ere their leaves be shed,
Her nipples like young blossomed jessemines.

Such fragrant flowers do give most odorous smell,
But her sweet odor did them all excel.

Edmund Spenser

Presente Futuro Passado

"Tudo é o agora" - em um pensamento intrínseco, particular, talvez seja esta a melhor solução.
"O passado está morto" - aí encontramos claramente algo que nunca saíra do plano das idéias. A morte ao passado nunca virá. Talvez ao futuro sim. É mais fácil matar o que ainda não possui vida propriamente dita. Mas o passado, mesmo que só em pensamento, talvez seja o único possuidor do deleite utópico da vida eterna.
"Você faz seu destino" - ah, o futuro... O grande mistério. Expectativas, ideais, sonhos.
O presente só é o presente que é, pelo passado que foi. O futuro jamais vai ser o futuro que seria, se o passado fosse diferente.
Muitas vezes olhamos para o agora perguntando: "Por que?". Acharíamos tal porquê nas justificativas do passado, ou nas atitudes do presente? O futuro pode depender do passado, mas quando o futuro chegar, o presente já se foi. Pois então, a qual pensamento seguir, acreditar?
O hoje é o 'olhar pra trás' de amanhã. Ninguém criou nosso passado para nós. Nós criamos nosso presente e, daí, chegaremos enfim à lógica conclusão de que nós, somente nós, criamos nosso futuro.

Humanity is not to be trusted.

This was a really harsh conclusion for me to make. A very painful conclusion. Because you know I used to have this theory that "There are no strangers. Only friends you haven't met yet." When to a certain degree that's true... But it's just not that simple. You cannot trust humanity. I mean why do you think we have locks on our doors? Alarms in our cars? Guns in our holsters? Cops on our streets? Passwords on our bank accounts? If we trusted humanity... If humanity was trustworthy, do you think these things would exist?

People might disagree with me. People may say I'm looking at the glass half empty. People might say that people are intrinsically good. I do agree! In the movie 'Love Actually', I loved the introduction. About how on September 11, all the people at the airports were calling their families and friends out of love and a genuine concern and empathy. I mean, we were all cute babies once. Even the worst murdering sadistic rapist alive was once a cute innocent little baby who you would never think could eventually be capable of such despicable atrocity. Even our worst enemies were once carried by mothers who loved them enough to feed them and take care of them. I mean, even if you do nothing to a baby but feed him/her and change his/her diapers. If you just let the baby sit there in the crib without giving him/her constant contact and love by touching and holding him/her, the baby will die. Babies can't survive on just food alone. They need love. So just the simple fact that someone is still alive means that somebody loved them enough to keep them alive for so long. So humanity isn't all bad. But that's not my point...

I guess what I'm trying to say is, this is the world we live in. If you are swimming in the ocean and see a shark swimming after you, you don't ask the shark : "Why Mr. Shark!? Why did you eat my arms and my legs and my babies?! You horrible horrible douche! Let's have an argument! You and me Mr. Shark! I'll give out the opening statement!"
You don't ask or question why. In the same way that you don't question why we have to have locks on our doors, or alarms in our cars, or police in our streets. I mean, it's a shark. Sharks are stupid. It's what they do. Sharks WILL kill. There is absolutely nothing you can do about that. But there is one thing you CAN do: Stay away from the sharks! It's a huge ocean out there. But even so, avoiding sharks completely is eventually impossible. Not just sharks, but we're going to run into other fucker douche bag fish, like jelly fish and piranha and electric eel and all that. But that doesn't mean we have to stay out of the water. There are so many things to do out in the ocean, like scuba, and snorkel and jet ski, and surf. We can't let a bunch of douche bag fish take that away from us...

By TONY ISIDRO.

Fear or laziness?

"There are two kinds of sufferers in this world:
those who suffer from a lack of life...
and those who suffer from an overabundance of life.
I've always found myself in the second category.
When you come to think of it,
almost all human behavior and activity...
is not essentially any different from animal behavior.
The most advanced technologies and craftsmanship...
bring us, at best, up to the super-chimpanzee level.
Actually, the gap between,
say, Plato or Nietzsche and the average human...
is greater than the gap between that chimpanzee
and the average human.
The realm of the real spirit,
the true artist, the saint, the philosopher,
is rarely achieved.
Why so few?
Why is world history and evolution not stories of progress...
but rather this endless and futile addition of zeroes?
No greater values have developed.
Hell, the Greeks years ago were just as advanced as we are.
So what are these barriers that keep people...
from reaching anywhere near their real potential?
The answer to that can be found in another question,
and that's this:
Which is the most universal human characteristic --
fear or laziness?"

Waking Life.

Crepúsculo dos Ídolos

O erro oriundo da confusão entre causa e conseqüência.

- Não há nenhum erro mais perigoso do que confundir a conseqüência com a causa: eu o denomino a própria perversão da razão. Apesar disso este erro pertence aos hábitos mais antigos e mais recentes da humanidade. Ele é mesmo santificado entre nós e porta o nome da "religião", da "moral". Todas as proposições que a religião e a moral formulam encerram-no. Sacerdotes e legisladores morais são os autores dessa perversão da razão.

Nietzsche.

Livros.

Tropeçavas nos astros desastrada
Quase não tínhamos livros em casa
E a cidade não tinha livraria
Mas os livros que em nossa vida entraram
São como a radiação de um corpo negro
Apontando pra a expansão do Universo
Porque a frase, o conceito, o enredo, o verso
(E, sem dúvida, sobretudo o verso)
É o que pode lançar mundos no mundo.


Tropeçavas nos astros desastrada
Sem saber que a ventura e a desventura
Dessa estrada que vai do nada ao nada
São livros e o luar contra a cultura.


Os livros são objetos transcendentes
Mas podemos amá-los do amor táctil
Que votamos aos maços de cigarro
Domá-los, cultivá-los em aquários,
Em estantes, gaiolas, em fogueiras
Ou lançá-los pra fora das janelas
(Talvez isso nos livre de lançarmo-nos)
Ou ­ o que é muito pior ­ por odiarmo-los
Podemos simplesmente escrever um:


Encher de vãs palavras muitas páginas
E de mais confusão as prateleiras.
Tropeçavas nos astros desastrada
Mas pra mim foste a estrela entre as estrelas.

Caetano.

Self-Reliance

"Whoso would be a man, must be a nonconformist..."

"To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men, - that is genious."

"What I must do is all that concerns me, not what people think. This rule, equally arduous in actual and intellectual life, may serve for the whole distinction between greatness and meanness. It is the harder because you will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it. It is easy in the worls to live after world's opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude"

" It is so bad to be misundertood? pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood"

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

sunsets.

There is a story, from ‘Sandman’ where an old man talks to Lucifer, in a beach, thinking he is just another hippie.

Old man - I come here almost every dusk to watch the sunset. It’s beautiful today, isn’t it? You, young people, have no idea. I used to come here with my wife and children. Darren was killed in Vietnam. Sean crashed the car. I was with him, but only I survived. And, when I left the hospital, my wife and I continued coming here. She had cancer. Well, now... It’s just me. And I still come here to watch the sunset. You know, almost every night it’s wonderful. And every single night it’s different. Then I think... Well, I had a shit life, considering everything. It wasn’t fair. Everyone I loved died. And my leg hurts all the time. But then I realize... Any god that can make a sunset like this, different every night… Shit! You gotta respect the son of a bitch!

Alright, then. If you come here tomorrow, I see you.

Lucifer - Yeah, I guess i'll be around…

Old man - You’re a hippie, aren’t you? Ok. I met some good hippies in my life. See you, my friend.

Lucifer - Ok, I admit. He’s right. The sunsets are fucking beautiful, you old bastard.

O Retrato de Dorian Gray

"(...) se o homem vivesse uma vida plena, completa, se desse forma a toda sensação, expressão a todo pensamento, realidade a todo sonho, creio que o mundo conquistaria um impulso, tão novo, de alegria, que nos esqueceríamos de todos os males do medievalismo e retomaríamos ao ideal helênico, a algo mais requintado, mais substancial mesmo, quem sabe."

"Somos castigados por nossas recusas. Todo impulso que nos esforçamos por estrangular remói em nossa mente, e nos envenena. O corpo peca uma vez, e se livra do pecado, pois a ação é um modo de purificação. E, então, nada permanece: apenas a lembrança do prazer, ou a luxúria de um remorso. A única maneira de nos livrarmos de uma tentação é capitularmos a ela."

"- Ah, Lorde Henry, como eu gostaria que o senhor me ensinasse a ser jovem novamente.
- A senhora, duquesa, seria capaz de se lembrar de algum grande erro que tivesse cometido em tenra idade?
- De muitos, receio.
- Então cometa-os de novo. Para se recuperar a juventude, basta repetir as mesmas loucuras."

"Hoje em dia, a maioria das pessoas morre de uma espécie de consenso servil, e, quando já é tarde demais, descobre que as únicas coisas de que não nos arrependemos são nossos erros."


Oscar Wilde