Feb 29, 2012
18 091,28km.
Desta vez algo bom para a auto estima e glorificante para a consciência.
Quem espera sempre alcança. Quem não chora não mama. Quem não arrisca não petisca. Quem vai à guerra dá e leva.
Estes são só alguns dos ditados com que me posso identificar neste intenso episódio. Ditados esses que até então não lhes punha grande peso e importância. Só agora é que os compreendo.
Grande Odisseia. Oxalá estas aventuras possam continuar! Assim poderei escrever um livro e vê-lo em montras de imensas lojas em todo o Mundo. Oxalá!
Feb 20, 2012
O grande Rio da Vida.
Quero ver, quero mais e sonho.
Para lá caminho. Minto se disser que meço cada passo que dou. Minto se disser que penso "duas vezes" antes de fazer o que quer que seja. Minto se disser que dou o meu máximo. Minto se disser que sou feliz.
A verdade. É aquilo que todos procuramos encontrar. A felicidade é alcançada interiormente, e não objecto alvo de medição e peso.A felicidade é feita do mais rudimentar composto do ser humano -- a consciência.
Onde e para que lado me viro? Que pegadas devo fazer e que trilho tenho de percorrer?
Mágoa e Culpa estão para Felicidade e Amor como a Noite está para o Dia, Yin para Yang, Luz e Escuridão, Deus e Ciência.
"Os opostos atraem-se" já dizia a professora de Química naquela mística aula na sala 14, onde mistérios não foram desvendados mas sim impingidos. Até lá não tinha consciência do que me rodeava. Átomos e planetas, bem como a imensidão do Universo.
Desde cedo que nos mandam responder às perguntas que nos fazem. É rude não dar resposta. Então, estamos todos mecanizados a dar uma opinião a tudo que nos interroga. Não ter opinião ou argumento faz-nos Homens incultos e desinteressados.
Mas uma pergunta que ainda paira no ar. Há uma pergunta que parece não ter resposta. Imaginar que a Ciência explica tudo ou Deus é a razão de tudo, são somente opostos que se atraem por tão divergentes que são.
Então, o que faço aqui? Há milhões de pessoas que não se importam com a "nossa" origem ou com o "nosso" julgamento final -- aqui reinam o materialismo e o capitalismo que guia todas as sociedades do mundo numa cornucópia de conflitos, revoluções, ideologias e poder ilícito.
Gosto de pensar que após deixar esta sociedade doente e infértil, haverá uma cadeia de acontecimentos que me levarão para um lugar onde a luz e a vida são prósperos e infindáveis. Gosto de pensar que numa outra vida venho a ser uma baleia azul ou uma zibelina. Onde poderei apreciar a Verdadeira Beleza deste nosso grão do Universo em primeira pessoa. Onde não haverá governos a manipularem os fundos monetários do país. Onde serei livre e sem medo.
Onde estão os argumentos científicos ou religiosos quando a Fé não se trata de adorar uma figura mística ou acreditar que aquilo que vemos é que é o real?
A força de acreditar é o que move montanhas e faz mover o vento, é o que levanta as ondas do mar e guia manadas de gnus na sua épica migração.
Acreditar. Sonhar. Com força.
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| Enigmáticas montanhas Guilin e próspero rio Li. |
Para lá caminho. Minto se disser que meço cada passo que dou. Minto se disser que penso "duas vezes" antes de fazer o que quer que seja. Minto se disser que dou o meu máximo. Minto se disser que sou feliz.
A verdade. É aquilo que todos procuramos encontrar. A felicidade é alcançada interiormente, e não objecto alvo de medição e peso.A felicidade é feita do mais rudimentar composto do ser humano -- a consciência.
Onde e para que lado me viro? Que pegadas devo fazer e que trilho tenho de percorrer?
Mágoa e Culpa estão para Felicidade e Amor como a Noite está para o Dia, Yin para Yang, Luz e Escuridão, Deus e Ciência.
"Os opostos atraem-se" já dizia a professora de Química naquela mística aula na sala 14, onde mistérios não foram desvendados mas sim impingidos. Até lá não tinha consciência do que me rodeava. Átomos e planetas, bem como a imensidão do Universo.
Desde cedo que nos mandam responder às perguntas que nos fazem. É rude não dar resposta. Então, estamos todos mecanizados a dar uma opinião a tudo que nos interroga. Não ter opinião ou argumento faz-nos Homens incultos e desinteressados.
Mas uma pergunta que ainda paira no ar. Há uma pergunta que parece não ter resposta. Imaginar que a Ciência explica tudo ou Deus é a razão de tudo, são somente opostos que se atraem por tão divergentes que são.
Então, o que faço aqui? Há milhões de pessoas que não se importam com a "nossa" origem ou com o "nosso" julgamento final -- aqui reinam o materialismo e o capitalismo que guia todas as sociedades do mundo numa cornucópia de conflitos, revoluções, ideologias e poder ilícito.
Gosto de pensar que após deixar esta sociedade doente e infértil, haverá uma cadeia de acontecimentos que me levarão para um lugar onde a luz e a vida são prósperos e infindáveis. Gosto de pensar que numa outra vida venho a ser uma baleia azul ou uma zibelina. Onde poderei apreciar a Verdadeira Beleza deste nosso grão do Universo em primeira pessoa. Onde não haverá governos a manipularem os fundos monetários do país. Onde serei livre e sem medo.
Onde estão os argumentos científicos ou religiosos quando a Fé não se trata de adorar uma figura mística ou acreditar que aquilo que vemos é que é o real?
A força de acreditar é o que move montanhas e faz mover o vento, é o que levanta as ondas do mar e guia manadas de gnus na sua épica migração.
Acreditar. Sonhar. Com força.
Feb 4, 2012
Síndrome Peter Pan.
Às vezes olho para o mundo e pergunto-me "Onde está a magia, fantasia e o mistério?"
A sociedade actual está demasiado preocupada em ganhar dinheiro ou ganhar poder., quer sejam estas moedas correntes a nível físico, capital ou psicológico.
Todas aquelas noites que eu adormecia a a tentar não o fazer pra apanhar a Fada dos Dentes em flagrante. Ou então na véspera da noite de Natal espreitar pela janela e ver as renas puxando o trenó do senhor de barbas, voarem para lá do horizonte. Ou então lutar contra criaturas dum outro mundo a caminho da cantina da escola. Houve alturas que estava mais que convencida que era uma sereia, ou que era capaz de voar... E era! E conseguia!
É verdade que a vida não é feita de musicais ou música de background... Não há nenhuma Fada Madrinha que subitamente surge diante de nós, abre-nos as portas para o nosso sonho e à meia noite estamos de volta a casa para adormecer com o príncipe encantado... Não... Essas coisas não acontecem num mundo onde as guerras de poder e o capitalismo reinam e abalam as esperanças "fantásticas" dos inocentes.
Não há mais para além deste caminho de viver para trabalhar e submeter-me às regras dos outros?
"As coisas são assim. A raça humana precisa de líderes, de regras e horizontes limitados... Sim! É isso que Realidade nos faz. Com horizontes limitados.
Isto revolta-me, mas isso não resulta. Então, sonho. Com toda a minha força interior, sonho.
Elevo-me ate um sítio onde volto a ser criança e me afasto das afrontas do presente. Onde a minha vida tem música de fundo e a magia existe. Mas não aos olhos de todos, só os crentes a verão.
Cor, vida, magia, música, felicidade. Que mais?
Seria perfeito.
É perfeito.
A sociedade actual está demasiado preocupada em ganhar dinheiro ou ganhar poder., quer sejam estas moedas correntes a nível físico, capital ou psicológico.
Todas aquelas noites que eu adormecia a a tentar não o fazer pra apanhar a Fada dos Dentes em flagrante. Ou então na véspera da noite de Natal espreitar pela janela e ver as renas puxando o trenó do senhor de barbas, voarem para lá do horizonte. Ou então lutar contra criaturas dum outro mundo a caminho da cantina da escola. Houve alturas que estava mais que convencida que era uma sereia, ou que era capaz de voar... E era! E conseguia!
É verdade que a vida não é feita de musicais ou música de background... Não há nenhuma Fada Madrinha que subitamente surge diante de nós, abre-nos as portas para o nosso sonho e à meia noite estamos de volta a casa para adormecer com o príncipe encantado... Não... Essas coisas não acontecem num mundo onde as guerras de poder e o capitalismo reinam e abalam as esperanças "fantásticas" dos inocentes.
Não há mais para além deste caminho de viver para trabalhar e submeter-me às regras dos outros?
"As coisas são assim. A raça humana precisa de líderes, de regras e horizontes limitados... Sim! É isso que Realidade nos faz. Com horizontes limitados.
Isto revolta-me, mas isso não resulta. Então, sonho. Com toda a minha força interior, sonho.
Elevo-me ate um sítio onde volto a ser criança e me afasto das afrontas do presente. Onde a minha vida tem música de fundo e a magia existe. Mas não aos olhos de todos, só os crentes a verão.
Cor, vida, magia, música, felicidade. Que mais?
Seria perfeito.
É perfeito.
Basta crer para ver.
Há coisas que não se esquecem.
Alan Menken fez parte da minha infância e construiu muitas fantasias e instantes mágicos.
Feb 1, 2012
Whom should I thank.
To whom should I thank for this? Is thee a outsider force that drew my destiny - if this really is my destiny-?
My life is going according to plan, and that is a rally comfortable idea, just like when you are sleeping and in the middle of the greatest dream you ever had, you wake up and your pillow is on the floor rather that on your head...
For now I'm in shock. My pillow is still under my head, and that is scary!
I mean, if it wasn't there it would be scarier, but since it is, I am confronted with reality and true life of a Human being.
I have the support that not everybody can have. I have the love that a few on this world can say they have.
I am a really lucky girl.
So...
To whom should I thank for this?
My family. They are the responsible for this step on my life.
Thank you.
My life is going according to plan, and that is a rally comfortable idea, just like when you are sleeping and in the middle of the greatest dream you ever had, you wake up and your pillow is on the floor rather that on your head...
For now I'm in shock. My pillow is still under my head, and that is scary!
I mean, if it wasn't there it would be scarier, but since it is, I am confronted with reality and true life of a Human being.
I have the support that not everybody can have. I have the love that a few on this world can say they have.
I am a really lucky girl.
So...
To whom should I thank for this?
My family. They are the responsible for this step on my life.
Thank you.
Jan 31, 2012
Walt Disney presents.
It's incredible how time changes things... How ever I wish it didn't.
There are some things that are (were) perfect. It hurts me just to think about the world that is today...
The last century, the age of kings and adventures! Porra, what have we become...?
I can tell you about something that is a passion of mine. Walt Disney Classics. This weekend I spent quite a good time watching this time-lapses of my childhood. And believe me it was more than worth!
How can today's movies being such trash?? High School Musical, Barbie and all the others that you see on television.
I congratulate the team of Pirates of the Caribbean because I think that it was the last great movie of Walt Disney. Ah! Tangled was really good also.
But...
We lost these awesome art behind the movie!
HAND PAINTING AND NO COMPUTER WORK.
Of course that everything has to evolve... It's anti nature to stay the same. But I still think that some thing should never change.
Where are the Mickey and Donald and Goofy (Pateta) cartoons? What is that pseudo 3D S%$#T every saturday morning on tv? Where are the princesses and the evil stepmothers? Where is the true spirit of Walt Disney??
There are some things that are (were) perfect. It hurts me just to think about the world that is today...
The last century, the age of kings and adventures! Porra, what have we become...?
I can tell you about something that is a passion of mine. Walt Disney Classics. This weekend I spent quite a good time watching this time-lapses of my childhood. And believe me it was more than worth!
How can today's movies being such trash?? High School Musical, Barbie and all the others that you see on television.
I congratulate the team of Pirates of the Caribbean because I think that it was the last great movie of Walt Disney. Ah! Tangled was really good also.
But...
We lost these awesome art behind the movie!
HAND PAINTING AND NO COMPUTER WORK.
Of course that everything has to evolve... It's anti nature to stay the same. But I still think that some thing should never change.
Where are the Mickey and Donald and Goofy (Pateta) cartoons? What is that pseudo 3D S%$#T every saturday morning on tv? Where are the princesses and the evil stepmothers? Where is the true spirit of Walt Disney??
Don't let them fool you. Be critical and have History as an argument. Learn with the action of time, and enjoy what is good.
All our dreams come true if we have the courage to pursue them.
-Walt E. Disney
Jan 23, 2012
Dei numa de cozinheira.
Agora tenho a mania de cozinhar. E não é só pratos e condutos! Não...!
Sobremesas, bolos, UI!
Hoje a especialidade do Sitio da Incosta é.... (tambores a rufar)
Oreo Cheesecake!
Sobremesas, bolos, UI!
Hoje a especialidade do Sitio da Incosta é.... (tambores a rufar)
Oreo Cheesecake!
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| Era bom era que tivesse focado com esse aspecto... |
Jan 15, 2012
by Daniel Camacho.
A different weekend has happened.
As for many to know, I have a passion for beauty. Be it alive, inert, in front of me, in a gallery or even on paper.
Beauty is subjective, in other words, what is beautiful, can be unbeautiful as well, depending on the subject.
Art. The most relative human word - human, just because I believe there are other sort of communication capable of expressing our language; we just can not understand them - and the most frightful one.
When does something, or someone, becomes Art? How does it happen? What and who is Art?
There are no Rules for Art. Passion is underneath all of the artistic processes.
Passion, another strong human word - be it for love or desire, passion simulates the addiction-effect.
So, as I was saying, this weekend was unusual. I decided to occupy these 48h learning more about Photography. A 15h workshop with Daniel Camacho - a professional photographer from Porto - in Faro, my hometown. From the simple basis, through all the way to Art and Beauty of photography, Daniel transpired the purity of photography, the way to a photograph, the colour and glitter behind every single one.
"On the day I went blind, I became a photographer."
Look. SEE.
Thank you for the inspiration.
As for many to know, I have a passion for beauty. Be it alive, inert, in front of me, in a gallery or even on paper.
Beauty is subjective, in other words, what is beautiful, can be unbeautiful as well, depending on the subject.
Art. The most relative human word - human, just because I believe there are other sort of communication capable of expressing our language; we just can not understand them - and the most frightful one.
When does something, or someone, becomes Art? How does it happen? What and who is Art?
There are no Rules for Art. Passion is underneath all of the artistic processes.
Passion, another strong human word - be it for love or desire, passion simulates the addiction-effect.
So, as I was saying, this weekend was unusual. I decided to occupy these 48h learning more about Photography. A 15h workshop with Daniel Camacho - a professional photographer from Porto - in Faro, my hometown. From the simple basis, through all the way to Art and Beauty of photography, Daniel transpired the purity of photography, the way to a photograph, the colour and glitter behind every single one.
"On the day I went blind, I became a photographer."
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| byAna Costa. |
Thank you for the inspiration.
Jan 7, 2012
Dec 23, 2011
Melody or lyrics.
How can you tell if you are listening to a actual good song? Do you go by its melody, and let your self be pushed away by it's compilation of musical notes? As they drive you away for all man-made feelings, and you can actually feel something genuine coming from your self. And not mirroring the artists emotions... Melody is a form art, and communication, but this communication is not meant to be between humans. It goes far more away from that.
Melody completes emotion, gives color and texture to it. Of course that great poets made beautiful work of arts by mixing words and produce emotions trough sentences.
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| La nostra infinita abnegazione. by Agnes Cecile. |
But what happen when you want to express a feeling, or emotion, that you can not put it into words?
Melody takes communication to a hole different level. Upwards to a destination that you decide. Trough all of emotions that you can can name and other that you... can't.
What happen when a melody is greater that the lyrics?
Humans have classical music and pop music -- the two opposite poles of the organization of sounds, both figurative and literal.
Quality? It's relative. I say the melody is and musical notes played are our first approach to music. Lyrics are just a way to label them, and approach all kinds of public to it.
Still... This Modern Love has me.
To be lost in the forest
To be cut adrift
You've been trying to reach me
You bought me a book
To be lost in the forest
To be cut adrift
I've been paid
I've been wait
Don't get offended
If I seem absent minded
Just keep telling me facts
And keep making me smile
Don't get offended
If I seem absent minded
I get tongue-tied
Baby, you've got to be more discerning
I've known never known what's good for me
Baby you've go to be more demandingI will be yours
I'll pay for you, anytime
You told me you wanted to eat up my sadness
Well jump on, enjoy, you can gorge away
You told me you wanted to eat up my sadness
Baby, you've got to be more discerning
I've known never known what's good for me
Baby, you've got to be more demanding
I will be yours
What are you holding out for?
What's always in the way?
Why so damn absent-minded?
Why so scared of romance?
Ah, ah, ah.
This modern love, breaks me
Ah, ah, ah.
This modern love, wastes me
Do you wanna come over and kill some time?
Tell me facts, tell me facts, tell me facts
Tell me facts
Throw your arms around me.
Dec 20, 2011
by Train.
To Verona. To Bolzano. To Munchen.
Being alone during this trip did me good. I was able to organize my thoughts. And enjoy every second as I wished, without having any satisfactions to anybody.
I met beautiful people. (Italians really talk with those gestures!)
I've seen beautiful places. (The climax was Soprabolzano!)
This was the perfect trip.
Being alone during this trip did me good. I was able to organize my thoughts. And enjoy every second as I wished, without having any satisfactions to anybody.
I met beautiful people. (Italians really talk with those gestures!)
I've seen beautiful places. (The climax was Soprabolzano!)
| Ruela de Verona. |
| Ponte Pietra. |
| Silhueta de Verona. |
| Pose. |
| Piaza Erbe. |
| Janelas e varandas. |
| Varandas e janelas. |
| Natal em Verona. |
| Vista de cima. |
| Janelas e varandas. |
| Pôr-do-Sol em Soprabolzano. |
| Postal de Natal. |
| Neve, muita neve. |
| Casa. |
| Outro postal de Natal. |
| Climax. |
| Chaminés de Fada. |
This was the perfect trip.
Dec 10, 2011
It will be an adventure.
Let's go! It will be an adventure!
No it's not going to be an adventure. It's a mistake!
Okay! Yes, it's a mistake! I know it is a mistake! But there are certain things in life when you know it's a mistake, but you don't really know it's a mistake. Because the only way to know if it's a mistake, it's to make the mistake, and then look back and say "Yes, that was a mistake". So the bigger mistake would be not make the mistake. Because then you would go all of your life not really knowing if something was a mistake or not. And, dammit, I've made no mistakes. Mistake free! Does any of this makes sense to you?
...I don't know, you said "mistake" a lot.
No it's not going to be an adventure. It's a mistake!
Okay! Yes, it's a mistake! I know it is a mistake! But there are certain things in life when you know it's a mistake, but you don't really know it's a mistake. Because the only way to know if it's a mistake, it's to make the mistake, and then look back and say "Yes, that was a mistake". So the bigger mistake would be not make the mistake. Because then you would go all of your life not really knowing if something was a mistake or not. And, dammit, I've made no mistakes. Mistake free! Does any of this makes sense to you?
...I don't know, you said "mistake" a lot.
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 4, 2011
by David Suzuki.
Other tings like capitalism, free enterprise, economy, currency, the market, these are not forces of nature. We invented them! If they are not working, then we have got to change them. Yet we act if they are somehow immutable, and we have to bound down and do everything to service them.
You know it's really weird, that a few centuries ago, people believed in dragons, daemons and monsters. We really believed in! And if we thought they were pissed off at us, man we would do everything, give them jewels, gold, sacrifice virgins, we would do everything to appease those things. Well, today we know they are not real, they were figures of our imagination. And what do we do? We go and replaced them with another figure of our imagination, called the Economy. And we bound before them the way we did to dragons and daemons.
Our hope, the biosphere, it's finite and fixed. It can't grow. And if the Economy is a part of and dependent of the Biosphere, the attempt of maintain endless growth, is an impossibility. Let me show you why.
Steady growth over time, whether it's the amount of garbage you make, the size of your city, the population of the world, anything that's grows steadily is called Exponential Growth. And anything growing exponentially has a predictable doubling time. I am going to give you a System Analyses of the planet. It's a test tube, full of food for bacteria. So the test tube and food is the planet, and the bacteria are us. I'm going to add one bacterial cell to the test tube, and to will begin to divide every minute. That's Exponential Growth. So at the beginning there is one cell. One minute there are two. Two minutes there are four. Three minutes there are eight. And at sixty minutes the test tube is completely packed with bacteria and there is no food left. So we have a 60min Growth cycle. hen is the tube half full? And of course the answer is at 59min. At 59min, it's half full, but one minute later is completely full. So at 58min, it's 25% full. At 57min it's 12,5% full. At 55min of the cycle, it's 3% full.
So let's suppose, that at 55min, one of the bacterias goes «Hey guys! I have been thinking. We have got a population problem!», and them other bacteria would say «Jack! What the heck have you been smoking?! 97% of the tube is empty and we have been around for 55min!». They are 5min away of filling. So bacteria are no smarter than people. At 59min they would go «Oh my God! Jack is right, we have got on minute left. What are we going to do now? Better we give that money to those scientists, they could pull us out of this!». But the world for the bacterias is the test tube and food. How can they possibly add more food and space to that world? They can't. They can no more add food or space as we can add Air, Water, Soil or Biodiversity to the Biosphere.
This is not speculation or hypothesis. It is straight mathematical certainty. And every scientist I have talked to, agrees with me «We have already past the 59th minute».
So all the demands for relentless growth is a call to accelerate down what is a suicidal path. And by focusing on "Growth! Growth!", we failed to ask the important questions, like «How much is enough?» «Are there no limits?», «Are we happier with all this stuff?», «What is economy for?».
We never ask those questions...
in The Legacy lecture, Vancouver, Canada -- December 2009.
Nov 28, 2011
by Carl Safina.
The biophysicist Harold Morowitz questions whether individuals are even real, “because they do not exist per se but only as local perturbations in this universal energy flow.” He uses the analogy of a whirlpool in a river. The whirlpool does not exist as a separate entity; rather, it is made of an ever-changing collection of water molecules, facilitated by the energy of moving water. “It exists only because of the flow of water through the stream. If the flow ceases the vortex disappears,” he says. In the same sense, living things like Red-wings and you and me “are transient, unstable entities with constantly changing molecules dependent on a constant flow of energy to maintain form.” You don’t just go with the flow—you live by it. The loss of the inbound flow is death. Death is merely life unplugged.
While an individual is a real entity in some meaningful ways, blurring the edges of our sense of self gives a more accurate picture. We’re less like crisp photographs and more like impressionist paintings. Our material makeup is constantly changing. We are made individuals by our genes— which make us each a bit different—and by our unique actions, memories, and histories. But our histories are largely shared. All the creation myths that intuit a single origin for people are essentially correct. All life is of the same kind: a DNA framework and its consequent window dressing. There is one tree, one family of life, no other.
Albert Einstein went further, saying, “A human being is part of the whole, called by us the ‘Universe,’ a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separate from the rest—a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison.”
If you still believe you are distinct from your surroundings, try reading the next three pages while holding your breath. The point is: you are not just an entity; you are an interchange.
A living thing is a knot of passing time, flowing material, and continuous energy. From dust, air, and water, energy assembles itself into the wood, leaves, bone, and muscle that we recognize as living. All lives depend on how energy pushes matter through plants and animals. Often the matter, like carbon, nitrogen, and water, cycles from one living thing to the next through the whole community. We are these dynamic processes in relationship to one another. We are a relationship to the world.
Ecology—the term was coined by the German Zoologist Ernst Haeckel in 1866 from the Greek word for household—blurred the individual further. Ecology investigates how all living things depend on other living things, and on that flow of energy and materials. Ecology reveals a world where each individual seed, each creature, is an experiment, testing the waters with its own uniqueness, striving for a fit. But the chances of surviving to adulthood range from under 10 percent—for most mammals and birds with highly developed parental care—to as low as one in millions, for example for big fish that lay immense numbers of eggs.
How can so harsh a world brim with life? The whole thing works because nature preserves not individuals but the enterprise by which life struggles to survive and adapts to changes. In other words, individuals disappear, species disappear; what survives is the process. The living enterprise continues because the process continues. To keep life alive, what’s important is this: preserve the process. Ethics that focus on human interactions, morals that focus on humanity’s relationship to a Creator, fall short of these things we’ve learned. They fail to encompass the big take-home message, so far, of a century and a half of biology and ecology: life is—more than anything else—a process; it creates, and depends on, relationships among energy, land, water, air, time, and various living things. It’s not just about human-to-human interaction; it’s not just about spiritual interaction. It’s about all interac tion. We’re bound with the rest of life in a network, a network including not just all living things but the energy and nonliving matter that flows through the living, making and keeping all of us alive as we make it alive. We can keep debating ideologies and sending entreaties toward heaven. But unless we embrace the fuller reality we’re in—and reality’s implications—we’ll face big problems."
Wrote by Carl Safina in The View from the Lazy Point
Nov 22, 2011
Huge mistake.
What to do when you do a huge mistake? God, it's difficult to even accept you've done it! It's your fault and you know it. There is no one else to blame but you. You apologize and try to make it right. Will it be enough?
So many things happening and you don't know where to start. So many questions you don't know the answer and you don't know which ones to ask. So many doubts in your head and you don't know where your head is anymore.
You go in, out, above and under, through it and beside it and never seems to be the end (new beginning) of it.

What to do when you are alone and everybody is staring at you?
Close your eyes. You breath very deep. You open your eyes. Everything is the same. the same people staring at you with the same look. Expectations are still high, just where they were when you first left them. And you? You still the same. That moment when you dug into yourself with that deep breath, didn't change a thing. Unfortunately, people still stare at you and stare at them back. The atmosphere is breath taking. They are watching every eye blink you do. They are counting every breath you take or every nervous hand squeeze you do. A sweat drop starts falling off your forehead. It burns you and it freezes you with every millimeter it travels all the way near to your cheek. You try to get rid of it, but the crow is watching. They are looking at you and you just stand there. Suddenly, with calm yet as fast as you can, you swipe that drop off your face! And that's when all of those people change the look on their faces. You feel desperate because you can't move anymore. that fast movement took all of your energy, and it blew up everything! Now the people are staring at you with killing eyes, blaming looks, and don't even know the struggle you are into. They don't know anything. They just know your name, and for them, that's all they need. Your name. They will never forget. You have been marked with their idea of who you are. They didn't even let you try. Or maybe they did and you were frozen to death with the crow surrounding you. That's when you realize that you should had moved at the beginning. That you should had act to actually justify all of those looks the people were giving to you. That you should had done something. That you should had walk away. That you should screamed out loud "This is me! Beware!".
All of those ideas that now cross into your mind, should came up sooner. But no. They have a certain time to appear. They are called "What if"'s. They only come when you are down, and desperate, and when you don't see a way out from that whole you just dug.
What if.
What if
What if
What if
This is up to you. This is the moment when you came down to earth from that cloud of yours, where you used to stare at other people to. Just watching and judging. You now start to think what to do next. You don't want to move! You don't even want to breathe! You just want to wake up from that (un)reality and move on! Like nothing ever happened. How to do that? You are completely screwed up, seriously damage from that sweat drop scene, that you don't want to feel nothing ever again.
You want to go back. You want to stay. You want to live. You want to vanish.
Questions.
Life is this. Life is what you make of it. Life is hard as a diamond and beautiful ans one too.
You want to change. You don't want to stay. You want to find love and passion.
I know where they are. Now please crowd, would you let me go get them?
So many things happening and you don't know where to start. So many questions you don't know the answer and you don't know which ones to ask. So many doubts in your head and you don't know where your head is anymore.
You go in, out, above and under, through it and beside it and never seems to be the end (new beginning) of it.
What to do when you are alone and everybody is staring at you?
Close your eyes. You breath very deep. You open your eyes. Everything is the same. the same people staring at you with the same look. Expectations are still high, just where they were when you first left them. And you? You still the same. That moment when you dug into yourself with that deep breath, didn't change a thing. Unfortunately, people still stare at you and stare at them back. The atmosphere is breath taking. They are watching every eye blink you do. They are counting every breath you take or every nervous hand squeeze you do. A sweat drop starts falling off your forehead. It burns you and it freezes you with every millimeter it travels all the way near to your cheek. You try to get rid of it, but the crow is watching. They are looking at you and you just stand there. Suddenly, with calm yet as fast as you can, you swipe that drop off your face! And that's when all of those people change the look on their faces. You feel desperate because you can't move anymore. that fast movement took all of your energy, and it blew up everything! Now the people are staring at you with killing eyes, blaming looks, and don't even know the struggle you are into. They don't know anything. They just know your name, and for them, that's all they need. Your name. They will never forget. You have been marked with their idea of who you are. They didn't even let you try. Or maybe they did and you were frozen to death with the crow surrounding you. That's when you realize that you should had moved at the beginning. That you should had act to actually justify all of those looks the people were giving to you. That you should had done something. That you should had walk away. That you should screamed out loud "This is me! Beware!".
All of those ideas that now cross into your mind, should came up sooner. But no. They have a certain time to appear. They are called "What if"'s. They only come when you are down, and desperate, and when you don't see a way out from that whole you just dug.
What if.
What if
What if
What if
This is up to you. This is the moment when you came down to earth from that cloud of yours, where you used to stare at other people to. Just watching and judging. You now start to think what to do next. You don't want to move! You don't even want to breathe! You just want to wake up from that (un)reality and move on! Like nothing ever happened. How to do that? You are completely screwed up, seriously damage from that sweat drop scene, that you don't want to feel nothing ever again.
You want to go back. You want to stay. You want to live. You want to vanish.
Questions.
Life is this. Life is what you make of it. Life is hard as a diamond and beautiful ans one too.
You want to change. You don't want to stay. You want to find love and passion.
I know where they are. Now please crowd, would you let me go get them?
Nov 20, 2011
by Gia Marie Carangi.
Life and death. Energy and peace. If i stop today it was still worth it. Even the terrible mistakes that I've made and would have unmade if I could. The pains that have burned me and scared my soul. It was worth it for having been allowed to walked where I've walked, which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again into, under, far in between, through it, in it, and above.
I know. Life is so disappointing. Here you are. You have arrived. You are here. This is your moment. What do you have? You have pain. And when you have everything, what do you have? You have nothing. And when everything is right, everything is wrong. It's disappointing, it's confusing. This is life. What can you do?
Work. You have a gift. Use it. Life? Life will be there later. When you have worked, when you have lived, and you know who you are, life is easier. Work. It's the only answer I know
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I should have been a Rock-star, but I can't sing.
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Work now. Live later.
Nov 14, 2011
Good morning everyone.
Hello!
Today it's going to be a great day, I can feel it in my bones!
Later, the german presentation, and I fell confidant (well, kind of. I have my script!--see here)
I woke up with a normal alarm clock sound, but inside I felt a drumming that kept me going. Just see what I mean here. CAN'T HELP IT! This music means so much to me, you couldn't imagine...
Saudade, is a portuguese word. I wouldn't call it a word actually. Its a feeling, a emotion that only the portuguese have. There is no translation in any language. Saudade is completely the opposite os Aspirine (the worldwide word!)
Saudade is what I feel. Saudade is what is fear the most. Saudade makes me stronger. Saudade keeps me going foward.
The landscape has a hidden power. Nobody can name it. It's just like Saudade, but in this case, there are no portuguese people that know how to expresses this meaning.
Just wait for me. I'll discover what you are hiding. One day, From Faro to Beijing I will go, and unveil these mysteries that have been following me.
A trip will change everything. I know it.
Wait for it...
It will come...
I will go.
Nov 13, 2011
Writing a Script.
Being in Germany is hard, tough, really rewarding.
Everyday is a challenge. (I've survived one and a half months now!)
What can a Portuguese student do when a presentation is coming, and the student should talk in german?
Well... That's easy. The student should prepare a script. SIMPLE, no?
No... Writing every word you want to say on the presentation is a hard task!
But as I said before, everyday is a challenge. And when you get through that, you get a reward -- experience in the real world!
Keep the good work student ;)
My company:
Nov 10, 2011
Now I get it.
To do or not to do? I think I got to a answer, or some kind of illumination for this.
Changing my way and choosing a different path. Quit "auto-pilot" and make a risky decision, but the right one (I guess)
Nature, silence, be one, be in tune with our surroundings, and let the rest Pass By.
Someday, I'll be able to show everyone what the real power of landscape and balance is. Something so deep yet so thin and close of all of us. Try to feel what the balance of life brings to you. Don't close your eyes, just see whats in front of you and embrace the beauty within it.
Changing my way and choosing a different path. Quit "auto-pilot" and make a risky decision, but the right one (I guess)
Nature, silence, be one, be in tune with our surroundings, and let the rest Pass By.
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| Most beautiful place on earth -- Iona Park, Angola. |
Someday, I'll be able to show everyone what the real power of landscape and balance is. Something so deep yet so thin and close of all of us. Try to feel what the balance of life brings to you. Don't close your eyes, just see whats in front of you and embrace the beauty within it.
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