Some experiences bring us deeper levels of knowledge, because they are connected, for some reason, to our inner self, our souls, roots, our essence, universal energy, intuition… It’s interesting to observe in life how we learn with what happens to us and what kind of ‘certainties’ and ideas we print in our path, according to the way things happen, and its natural ‘consequences’ or outputs. I’ve been going out with a deep and true smile inside of myself, even if the ‘package’ doesn’t transmit that, sometimes. And a good point is that I know WHY, it makes sense, it gives me reasons to believe what I hear inside, all this confusion. It makes me think more and more that we are here for so many reasons… And all of them make sense. There are many different levels, but there’s only one main stage, your life, and I don’t recognize any end to it…
My Rhythm
“Rhythm is all about the world’s compass. Everything exists within a cycle. Every happening has its own timing and every action its own beat. I try to feel that clearly as time goes by. I need to communicate the rhythm that i feel and that runs in my veins. It’s like a language… It comes out naturally, without much effort. It’s a true and natural way of communication.”
Queria que os Portugueses
“Queria que os portugueses
tivessem senso de humor
e não vissem como génio
todo aquele que é doutor
sobretudo se é o próprio
que se afirma como tal
só porque sabendo ler
o que lê entende mal
todos os que são formados
deviam ter que fazer
exame de analfabeto
para provar que sem ler
teriam sido capazes
de constituir cultura
por tudo que a vida ensina
e mais do que livro dura
e tem certeza de sol
mesmo que a noite se instale
visto que ser-se o que se é
muito mais que saber vale
até para aproveitar-se
das dúvidas da razão
que a si própria se devia
olhar pura opinião
que hoje é uma manhã outra
e talvez depois terceira
sendo que o mundo sucede
sempre de nova maneira
alfabetizar cuidado
não me ponham tudo em culto
dos que não citar francês
consideram puro insulto
se a nação analfabeta
derrubou filosofia
e no jeito aristotélico
o que certo parecia
deixem-na ser o que seja
em todo o tempo futuro
talvez encontre sozinha
o mais além que procuro.”
Agostinho da Silva
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B-Are
Once upon a time there was a bear that couldn’t bare the fact that bare-naked people prefer beer rather than bears.
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Faith
It doesn’t matter if you believe in God or not. Faith shows up in the most average daily moment. Anytime you deeply thing or wish something, you’re projecting ideas to the Universe… You’re letting that specific condensation of astral energy out of your body, in a way that in your head, you really want and believe that is going to happen. It doesn’t matter who you’re asking to… Something will change, for sure. Even if only within yourself.
(Text written in a few seconds, in the subway, after I observed someone ‘praying’)
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Nacional
“Observo e avalio com base na reacção…
Há demasiadas coisas que são analisadas pelo seu tom.
Esta cultura é universal e pertence a qualquer nação,
Mas não me canso de dizer que o que é nacional é bom!”
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Cooperation
“Cooperation
across the Nation,
pure elation
without annihilation.
Communication,
the situation
in need of a new solution.
Not assassination,
certainly not suffocation.
We need mental invasion,
awareness in a station,
one level up
for all the population.”
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Som de fundo
“Som de fundo,
Barulho profundo,
Agradável confusão,
Neste preenchido mundo.”
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A Ponte
“Uma ponte recente
Sem rio, sem gente.
Parece abandonada,
Ninguém comenta a sua chegada.
Continua a ser passagem.
Tudo ocorre à sua margem.
Assim consigo entender
a razão de se fazer…
Existe uma ponte recente,
ligação permanente.”
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Black Beauty
“Gliding through paper like a ghost
I leave a dark imprint
Wherever I am told to.
Black, the color of my marking
Beauty, what I leave behind
Words flowing like a black mane
Against the wind of change
Time, my prime rival
Constantly working against me
Ultimately and indubitably
Running out, fading
To be tossed away
For another to take my place
The endless cycle of a life,
A pen’s life.”
Ghizlane Damdami
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