Das simetrias do mundo

Não me canso de apreciar as complementaridades da natureza.

Algumas pessoas têm naturalmente um pensamento científico.

Outras pessoas constituem naturalmente um mistério para a ciência.

Who else

Could it be true that Edgar Allan Poe killed the poor Mary Rogers? The twnety-one years old girl was found with her hands tighted on her back when the body was found on the Hudson river. It was then the year 1841.

No matter if this is true or not, we are left with this consideration: what's really fiction among all the fictious stories we are left with? When it comes to aliens, vampires, witchcraft and so, it's easy to use the very laws of nature as a judge of the author's creativity. But what about strange stories that, no matter who improbable, are still plausible?

Sitting here, looking toward the horizon far away in this nice and soft noon, I feel that in fact I like these doubts. I like living with some possibilities in my mind instead of a bunch of strictly defined facts. It reminds me that I, myself, am not condemned to let all my imaginations forever locked inside. Some of them can come out, the world allowing or not, knowing or not, caring about it or not.

Nature is a very gentile hostess that allows us more than we imagine at first...

Listener

Pretty. Really pretty.

So young, seems to be my age. But such nice clothes, everything carefully choosen, the glasses, the hair carefully made. Is she married? Think she is. No, no. No ring. Not married. But surelly she graduated as early as possible and is already on a good job making good money, may be she lives alone...

Those were my first thoughts and impressions on the girl that would soon become my girlfriend.

And I had my way through her house, through her family, through her body and through her future. Or so she thought.

How could the two of us be so mixed together and still be living in worlds apart? Is it that her humor was so condemnably different from mine? Is it that love just ceased to exist because of its own will?

On the phone I used to tell stories. Stories that made my day happier, because I had to look for stories in order to have stories to tell and so I became more connected to the world and the world was a place full of stories. And she always loved to listen. And listened. And sometimes made her comments, always serious, thoughtful and pertinent opinious, shortly and objectively stated. And I realized I was happier for the much I found outside in the world after I met her, not for the things I found in her.

Now I tell stories to myself and to those who appreciate it because it's a reflexion of the things they like in the world more than a reflexion of the attention they so desperate want. And she still doesn't understand that the world she loved in me is but a single piece of the world outside which she so eagerly refuses to enjoy. I know I'm not being fair with this opinion on her, but fairness has its own realm, which cannot cover the entirety of life unless you give up being yourself.

Altos e baixos

O controle do mundo está em mãos muito erradas. Quem são os políticos e empresários que governam este planeta? Que decidem as políticas que irão não apenas influenciar a vida de bilhões de pessoas e de uma infinidade de espécies hoje, agora, mas também comprometer definitivamente o futuro? Qual a apreciação que essas pessoas têm pela história da humanidade? Pelo conhecimento científico tão arduamente criado ao longo de milênios? Infelizmente, por alguma razão, pessoas com uma devida apreciação da aventura humana são demasiado mansas nos jogos de poder e de empreendedorismo. Isso irá produzir um novo solavanco no avanço da história humana. Infelizmente, as gerações que desfrutam do conforto produzido pelo trabalho duro de cientistas, filósofos e ativistas que mais arduamente se dedicaram ao avanço das grandes questões são as gerações que se dedicam às distrações mais fúteis e se tornam incapazes de apreciar a real profundidade dos debates em voga.

The miracle of language

Displacement
This placement
This place meant

And in every conversation
It's so clear!
The obvious is a thousand times faster
Than the creativity of our doubts
In the history of science
Philosophy
And arts
This is an important part!

Different Station

I just.. I just... I just... I... just... don't... get it.... Just don't get it... Just don't get it. Just don't get it. Just don't get it. Just don't get it. Just don't get it. Just don't get it. Just don't get it.

Sometimes our values become greater than ourselves. Then we loose control of our feelings. They go in the wrong direction and it seems as if they are running fast and heavy on curved lines leading you to very unnexpected destinations.

Just don't get it. Just don't get it. Just don't get it. Just don't get it. Just don't get it. Just don't get it. Just don't get it. Just don't get it. Just don't get it. Just don't get it.

I'm gonna wait until tomorrow, for it will be a different day. I'm crossing strange borders. I'm gonna wait until tomorrow. I remember the blueness of the sky I left behind. I remember home. I'm gonna wait until tomorrow.

Just don't get it. Just don't get it. Just don't get it. Just don't get it. Just don't get it. Just don't get it. Just don't get it. Just don't get it. Just don't get it. Just don't get it.