tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-136133452012-01-25T18:49:31.930-08:00following dreams with science and artJoão Cãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15575703562308207300noreply@blogger.comBlogger471100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13613345.post-56402166294901285872010-10-03T06:33:00.000-07:002010-10-03T06:36:47.752-07:00

Saber nadar É mais fundo do que pensarComo um prazer de vendavalQue engolido divertido se vicia no sentirQue belas bolas tu fazes de névoa!Perdido Mar distanteSão Suspensões de vazio Sussurro adormecido de razãoJá isto só de pensar, só de falarÉ querer nadarÉ uma carne repeladaQue por dentro ficou acordadaSou um mosto continuamente embriagadoQueria-te dizerFoi assim, que me limiteiFora das sestas

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(no title) - Joanna Wang

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Know How - Kings Of ConvenienceI love to swim at the seabig waves sometimes hit to meso i go to the sandand drink some green teaMy rules are made with exceptionsto make surethat i have the most funStill, i keep myself at the shorewaiting and drinking some teaI love that seabig wonder of red blue to make me forgetthat i am here alonemy skin becomes the wateras part of youeternal made of salt, sun

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Slowly i begin to rumbleThe pain inside makes it growand explodeAre you not part of me anymore?Misterious currentsthat took us far with the breath of life.I now cry for you loveThe piano plays in my salty sweet memoriesNow is ungratefulAll full of pride and gloryImage from Nikon Small World Prize Winner 2005frog cancer cell in mitosissee the Nikon Small World Microscopy Competition Website.

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White Death Upload feito originalmente por Joao Cao I washed myself in hot milkpoured through myselfsweated my mankindout of my poreswhere i kept my promisesof a new lifestrict glass that i swallowwhen i rememberi cleaned out of old addictionsmade my digestionand now i focusinto meand i see the empty boardwith a smile alive in the fieldsugar sweetwatching like a childred spicesrunning

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New definitionsrevolutions that were tumbled insideCan you read me nowYour hand is short to reach me?Please Lets come with a new botle of ecstasyKeep menow and afterThe sweet and acid i want to tasteout of here and screameveryday all is greyand i eager for the explosioncome to me near my skinand get insidewe will never let you outpleasecan you come up with a new tatoo?Yourself as you wantedno

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All the sweat from runningall the things i kept tangled pilled in my headcame to stop.breath...the air freshfreezing in the midst of all the headsThe mountains are highand keep you floatingthe air is not warmcalm came to enteri forgot where i kept my deaththat is white like the horsethat rides freewhiteairthat bubled in the midlenothing insidemore than what you see here presentthe form is allwhat

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Behind the winter grayI can breath the starsthat came from deep insideThe body that can do moreMulti tasks that made my wayA soul to growDoNitra growing inside

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Revolving in the belly buttonI got to breath slowerand hipnotized the seconds became yearsand the days secondsthat told me sweetly here to stayRiding the dragonwhite looked like a doga new tune more deep came insideStill frozen beware not to slip and fallthe oompf from abovecame down to earthand the dream to realityStill meltingThe flight high aboveAnd the body like a treethat at night breath

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All around the electric heatingAll the family reunitedunitedagainst the cold outside.I am afraid.Someone will come not the good intentionsShe rings the belli take a look from the windowwith caution.She is not from herei suspect something evilnot the true faceyoung and helpless she doesn't know directionsbut underneath she wants our harm.I can feel it.I suspect it.I go to the door.Please leave , i

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I was travelling farIn my mindNew ressonations make everything shakeand fly with the windA cigarette in the eyethat made all into new starsNot everything is goodbut what a good juicelike the bad moviethat smells like lobsterand prevails from my childhoodthat never came to beI am embryo growingand fighting in the snowI follow the water flowThe energythat came from the black saltThe energyThat came

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After the chase for the rainbow is overall the hunters, old family,can return home...Kasia becomes part of theKrakow political circleNada starts her quest foreternal youthPedro stops cooking andgoes to become trader in PrahaPan G is orderedmonk in VilniusAlfie starts over as theNew Napolitan RoccoRirita returns to herBulgarian merchandiseGosia continuesstudying...Gigi goes back to be secret agent

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I woke up today disturbed by my dream stateJust wanted one cofee. Full of cozy smellsFrom bed clothes and sleepy eyesI Woke up! Will to go to the trees and windWalk Slowly And dream look outsideAnd now i just want one cofee.WANDERING? Where can you be right now?The trees speak your language Lady red.CAN YOU MISS SOMEONE YOU DIDN´T MET?The question puzzled me.The dream met your inside before

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Diz que amava o trabalho o coitadoque nao fazia contas a vida o pobre diabomas sempre marchavae suava pelo corpomas é sacrificio que veio por mal?É idiota, joga com fogoMas onde vai parar este tristeque sonha quando esta acordadoenfarmecidomorto pelo vinhoe pelas raizes do diaboJoga azaradoe cambia dinheiro para andar contente pelas ruas...

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I found somebody newsitted in a table like beforetoday i went again to the streetforgot the friend from yesterdayand played some music in the subwayhappy day insidelike a trust machine:)Hello also for youthat are reading me

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As i got to the new house, the neighbours were suspecting each other and they locked the front door of the building fearing gipsy burglars. And, so, it was born the KRASNE RANO. A dinner was made by me to other 8 friends. All the 9 of us ate and then painted red acrylic on the green toilet floor bought for the ocasion by the sound of Ludwig van Beethoven. Krásné ráno, beautiful morning was

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In my Sharing NetworksI found the goldof being honest with NatureAnd find the Green of New ZealandWWOOFing I will carry shit on my backto make the peachesto grow sweet,i will make a new toiletthat won't let your piss to flow into the ground.And with hard workyou can actually think lessand go to sleep with the wisdom of starsand peace of angelsWWOOF - WORLD-WIDE OPPORTUNITIES ON ORGANIC FARMS

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I lost the busbut still i found a new lifesomeone newfresh and stillevolvingbut where are you?are you coming tomorrow?

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I need my shelterCheap place where to hide and happily baththere i left my old bootsand my new coatpieces of paper i found in the streetand old cheese for me to eatI found a shelterbut litle by litlethis hut begins to be to litlethe painting i saw on some wallis still in the street in the same placebut at the same timei feel like it's homestrange feeling when home is outsidemy shelter is getting

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Animais que podem falar contigo e sentar-se à mesa para jantar também, muitos efeitos coloridos como aguarelas de água a dissolverem-se no ar e gente sorridente. No meio desta feira do Surreal encontrei um poster que anunciava uma grande personalidade, mas que não sabia dizer quem era... Um grande artista que não cheguei a encontrar. Mais tarde viajo de automóvel, pinta de Renault 5,

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back in high school, everyone is running around in the playgound. Sweet yellow sepia colours make me go back to play with small insects in the mud. Small beetles that forgot how to run now they have less legs and funny worms that live underground. The sun is high and hot, we have all the time with us, running and playing silly spitting to others, still nobody is mad

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Uma fragrancia inodolor entrou na minha esferao alinhamento destes pensamentosfez com que as pessoas pensassem no mesmoHá um sinal que fez crescer a vontade?Que rua seguiste, que eu nao te vi a seguir?Um homem só nao tem que ter medose a solidao nao é um medomas um mar de gente que te fala aindaMas e se a harmonia fixar a correia dos eventospresa numa rodaque feita de ferro vai acelerare

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Joao was an animal wild beast i heard from the wild green not very big but surelly not small Deep inside, all is blood made earth that small worms will vorish all is muscles made into air that can lift the World all is bones that will burn into blue fire all is spirit that will fly like water to make all clear Call me in the future and tell me if you like me not that it

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I wanted to drink moreand the taste in my mouth was very refreshinggood beer... hmmm...but for each pivo more that the bartender serveshe stabbed his customer with a small knife in the head!it is a bit awkward to have a knife in your head for eachbeer you drink,but nobody seems to care much...after some drinksi started to wander . . . . .still without bad tasteam i drunkor

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After the rainbowMaybe just a horror porno flickbut all of us want much moreWe came togetherdifferent headsin a common groundParty like hell!!!And in the mean timelet the chidren dream...DODUHY / REACH THE RAINBOWSTARTING SUMMER 2007

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party coming to the streets as the old people make amends and children hide and peek, drugs and laugher make the pleasure! with the rise of the sun life of confessions! Hapiness feels the air as the eyes glow with the dance. the sharing of the beverages and pipes makes the nightmares go away! Gazing alone all makes the nonsense of nature!Handrej celebrated 7 days and 7 nights and at the end of

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Meet The Freak introAdd to My Profile | More VideosThe freaky people will come out to meet under our calendar in the 16th of August in Bremen, Germany. Music, Media, Dancing, Theater, Juggling, Graffitti, Drawing, Painting, Storytelling, Head banging and Crazy freaky without name yet. Cooperation, improvisation, fun and people that run over and make the days to last and the future to

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In the house full of young A cloudy day made itself Into the darkest night The moon was gone And no stars Only the black skies With a grey face and a black cloath Death came to slash Beggining on the ground floor Climbing the stairs to the sky Almost every soul tried to escape Such silent horrific embrace Jumping roofs Running and hidding Over the stairs The only

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When i was about 12 years old i had this dream, crazy thing about being a flying kangoroo.I flew all over my hometown, got away from this kangoroo hunters, that used this huge butterfly nets to try to caught me! As any flying cangoroo i started to leap faster and faster until i had enough speed to take off! Just in time to escape the big net! During the whole dream i never had fear. Easily i used

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In this dreami had a super-hero cloathbut in my decisive momentin my arms i let a child to dieand there was nothing that i could do but to crycould i have failed?am i worth of being here?no good herolet the young to dieand if this is about to happeni must avoid it at all costsdeffending with my own lifebut the child is deadand i am hereholding his body in my armbut each drop of blood spilledmakes

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Dreams are the glue of our soulWhere our ideas come fromWhen Tatev told me how are my ideas goodThey could grow even moreTo include other WorldsI can't help myself but to feel goodBecause with that ladyMy dreams have returned!Longlive the New Dream,Longlive the ones pure of heart!

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Um trilho é feito de pedras ou madeira ou assim um material do género e dá uma direcção a seguir. Nem sempre é fácil darmo-nos conta qual é o nosso caminho. Mas a nossa intuição é um bem precioso. Eu nem sempre sei como estas decisões tomam lugar, mas pela partilha de conhecimento tudo faz sentido. Pilsner é a minha cerveja favorita, tenho sempre uma laranja para oferecer, como tomates como quem

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messing on the toilet while doing coke i hit the eyeball and i remember that as a kid i do love jesus and the spider man swing that made me in my dreams king and a smart card to be respected now i am wasted wasting my money in cheap drink and other drugs but i do realize that it is a nice work if you can catch it

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All the western marvel heroes tell us stories that are easy to be remembered. As i get closer to myself i look up to the spider man, that hated by everyone still does the best of himself everyday. The world is ours to transform, and bigger the power, greater the responsability. Respect is my golden rule, although it is not mandatory to be a good man. The world is made in grey scales,

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Well it's true that we love one anotherI love Jack White like a little brotherWell Holly I love you too but there'sJust so much that I don't know about youJack give me some money to pay my billsAll the dough I give you HollyYou been using on pain pillsJack will you call me if you're able?I got your phone number writtenIn the back of my bibleJack I think your pulling my legAnd I think maybe I

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How many roads must a man walk downBefore you call him a man?Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sailBefore she sleeps in the sand?Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls flyBefore they're forever banned?The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,The answer is blowin' in the wind.How many times must a man look upBefore he can see the sky?Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man

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Deixaste-me sozinhocomo se a culpa fosse minhamas na realidade so queriacontinuarperdidodentro de tiThe borders of our knowledge are within us.The most important thing is to listen carefully,What the others say, their way of seeing the World.If you clearly understand where is this person you are speaking with,you can dress other skin.Do you know the usual path to your home?Do you notice that

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Sharing in common grouds. people that seem to look familiar, like prototypes that are made in series. of course everyone is different. but sometimes... sometimes, you get a blink of another, like that in so much different places, you are there, thousands of miles away, with a completly distinct life and culture and you hit the same point than me. crazy, no?

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VERY GOOD MORNING TO ALL!Something to start from, to share more and more!!! :)))hERE ARE THE LINKS for the amazing SHARING NETWORKS!!I'll make it go faster and bigger,if you read this and some other comes to mindjust add it in the comment!!I have been colecting these on my black book! :)if you have more to share tell me!Have fun!joaoHOSPITALITY AND WORLD PEACE:www.bewelcome.org

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“ … After watching “Hard Candy”, i’m not letting my little Mollie go into Internet again by herself! As she discover friends on the net, can come a pedophilian pig discuised as a friendly kid!” – Joanna, 50 years, Pleasentville (by e-mail) Dear friend, much has been theorized about the fundactions of virtual relationships. Dear Mollie doesn’t make friends anymore just in the

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Life is to short and sides have begun to wakeWhen the clockworking device starts to beepAll the small men begin to walkCircles and aroundThey goAnd let the time passWhere have you been, friend?Where you too afraid to try?Life is wonderfullDon't fool yourselfIt is never too lateA new age is comingBeautiful as the mocking bird callThat awakes in the new huskCome and join friendDon't fool

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Did you ever noticed that the language of our minds can go into different routs? Of course you did! And you know Edgar Morin? Either you love or you hate him. But he has this very usefull cathegories.. your systemic organisation of thinking can either go into PARANOIA, into the COMPLICATED or into the COMPLEX ... Everyone knows paranoia and how we should organise

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Dobry den! Jmenuju se João Duarte, just arrived from Coimbra, Portugal, far west from Czech Republic. In my sunny country i’ve become a scientific researcher of the mechanistics of the small giant world that rules our biology; a laboratory worker, a biochemist. I love science, thinking about solutions, but mainly into new questions, new viewpoints, trying to put them into practice

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Hello young one.Hello, Madam.How come you got here so fast?A couple of wings sprouted on my back.How did you got them?A gift from my mother, madam.You still have much to learn young one. Could you guide me, madam?She laughed, amused. Your trail is yours, not mine, only you know the way!

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My bones make a funny noise like my teeth used to do. With my old and tired arms i continue to row stroke after stroke i am a living muscle. The sea is dark underneath and a scarlet voice calls me. I can not stop. I continue to roam and my arms become made of wood as they are the roams themselfs. Gently the cold and oily water starts crawling under my skin in a freeze thaw that won't make me

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paranoia of people that live underneath to eat your thoughts. can my dreams be felt? are my thoughts of myself only? daydreaming makes the paranoia grow in the silence of overwhelming whispers... becoming to afraid to think, you want to be safe, underneath a warm matress of kindness, in the safe solitude. away from the vortex eyes of others. maybe the guilt travels in my genes and sooner or later

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Mar�o05

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