All around the electric heating All the family reunited united against the cold outside.
I am afraid. Someone will come not the good intentions She rings the bell i take a look from the window with caution.
She is not from here i suspect something evil not the true face young and helpless she doesn't know directions but underneath she wants our harm. I can feel it. I suspect it. I go to the door. Please leave , i say and she goes . doesn't fight back.
The door to my house is closed. I feel Fear And when i look to the clear night sky, i see that the moon is full of strange birds, bats that dance around and swirl with the moon! I can't believe the dancing moon swirls in the sky with the black bats and falls from the sky into the end of the horizon!
No more light in the sky now all is black! My family is in danger, now i run home but my bones are melting i try to open the door but my fingers melt into the knob i need to get inside!
I woke up today disturbed by my dream state Just wanted one cofee. Full of cozy smells From bed clothes and sleepy eyes I Woke up! Will to go to the trees and wind Walk Slowly And dream look outside And 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 me.
And without sleep i understand and fall in the logic order of yours.
A smile that cries for more like your black and white smoke.
Do i read properly the eyes of your soul?
You don´t want me to follow your tail but are eager for my embrace
Your tender cream skin talks more
Than happiness and joy
Than sadness and regret
Did you made drawings of the sea in the clouds and forgot to eat?
I am part of your syren song, my flesh is yours to feed
And i will fill with fresh paint the colours of your sky
Blood red clouds that will live in the heart of tomorow
Diz que amava o trabalho o coitado que nao fazia contas a vida o pobre diabo mas sempre marchava e suava pelo corpo mas é sacrificio que veio por mal? É idiota, joga com fogo Mas onde vai parar este triste que sonha quando esta acordado enfarmecido morto pelo vinho e pelas raizes do diabo Joga azarado e cambia dinheiro para andar contente pelas ruas...
I found somebody new sitted in a table like before today i went again to the street forgot the friend from yesterday and played some music in the subway
happy day inside like a trust machine :) Hello also for you that are reading me
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 the decision made, the words that would make smiles and inspire new attitudes.
The Krásné sign was born in Prague and spent it’s first weeks hanged in the place where it was supposed. One day i felt that it was becoming just one more add in the street, that the people where getting used to. So, the Krásné Ráno moved to the other side of the city. On the travel, it still gave an Happy Birthday to Marta, and then moved to the front of the house of another of the original 9, Jakub. There it stayed for one week more, until it was stolen by some gipsy kids, as witnessed by Olja. Two other dinners were made with the purpose of developing another inspiring street paintings. But, besides the good and drink, nothing came up from that.
Although, one month later, the same friend that saw the theft, Olja,found the original krásné in the local park. To celebrate the finding, the krásné participated in the Million Marijuana March, for the legalization of Marijuana, and got the attention of the local media. After that it was left to rest in another house, in another part of Prague.
As the story goes, it seems unreal, a bit fantastic for sure even better for the future...
Ao chegar à nova casa, os vizinhos suspeitavam uns dos outros e trancavam a porta principal do prédio temendo ladrões ciganos. E, desta forma, nasceu o KRASNE RANO. Um jantar foi oferecido por mim a 8 amigos. Nós 9 comemos e depois pintamos em vermelho acrílico no chão verde de casa de banho comprado para a ocasião, ao som de Ludwig van Beethoven. Krásné ráno, Bela manhã foi a decisão tomada, as palavras pintadas que iriam inspirar sorrisos e novas atitudes.
O sinal Krásné nasceu em Praga e passou as suas primeiras 2 semanas no local suposto. Um dia senti que se tornava mais um anúncio ao qual as pessoas se habituavam. Então, o Krásné Ráno mudou-se para o outro lado da cidade. Pela viagem, ainda deu os Parabéns á Marta e depois foi-se fixar à frente da casa de um dos 9 originais, Jakub. Aí ficou mais uma semana, até ser roubado por putos ciganos, como testemunhado por Olja. Outros dois jantares foram realizados com o intuito de desenvolver mais arte de rua inspiradora. Mas, além dos bons espírito, comida e bebida, não houve mais frutos.
Contudo, passado um mês, a mesma Olja que testemunhou o roubo, encontrou o krásné original no parque local. Para celebrar o achado, o krásné participou na Million Marijuana March, pela legalização da marijuana e recebeu a atenção de um jornal local. Depois dos concertos, foi descansar para uma outra casa, noutra parte de Praga.
A estória prossegue, aparentemente irreal, um pouco fantástica, mas ainda melhor para o futuro…
I need my shelter Cheap place where to hide and happily bath there i left my old boots and my new coat pieces of paper i found in the street and old cheese for me to eat
I found a shelter but litle by litle this hut begins to be to litle
the painting i saw on some wall is still in the street in the same place but at the same time
i feel like it's home strange feeling when home is outside my shelter is getting empty when i am so full inside
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, no lugar do morto. Uma brasileira que sei ser actriz, mas que não conheço, conduz o carro. É noite escura, estamos cansados, mas bem. Sabes, diz-me ela, é possível você ter saudade de alguém que ainda não conheceu.
Estas poucas palavras deixaram-me intrigado durante o resto do sonho e do dia acordado. É como uma ideia romântica de esperar por alguém que não existe, como o príncipe encantado da loura menina. Mas na realidade é um anúncio seguro de alguém que vai chegar.
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 furious, laughing and running. At one time, i realize that my mates are gone. The playground, once full and loud, is now silent. Where is everyone? I hope to find them, i am not feeling alone, i can allways entertain myself freely, just curious where the big squad went.
After looking, i looked for them some more, outside they are nowhere to be seen, i start to peek inside the rooms, and nearby the big stairs, in the yellow house, i go to the big room, anfitheater, where so many fit sitted. When i silently open the door, i find everyone inside. I stand in the door trying to understand. Nobody noticed i came in. A big dummy is sitted in the floor, facing the empty classroom. All my friends busy, walk around putting the pieces together of the 12 meters rag-doll. He has clothes and big black hair that remembers me my own. Between the huge body parts beeing carried around, i notice a big nose, still to be glued to the big face. His eyes are still empty, but i am sure somebody is taking care of it. There are at least two people that carry the glue around, some people are very busy carryind the giant botouns of the big shirt and some others sewing with a big needle.
I find all of this very bizarre and a bit scary. Sudenlly the guy still carrying the giant nose notices that i am in the door, and everyone looks scared at me, in silence. I close the door and go away to play somewhere else.
Uma fragrancia inodolor entrou na minha esfera o alinhamento destes pensamentos fez com que as pessoas pensassem no mesmo
Há um sinal que fez crescer a vontade? Que rua seguiste, que eu nao te vi a seguir? Um homem só nao tem que ter medo se a solidao nao é um medo mas um mar de gente que te fala ainda
Mas e se a harmonia fixar a correia dos eventos presa numa roda que feita de ferro vai acelerar e levar-nos a este sentimento?
Hoje fiz um cordel de cabelo e sentidos que fazem rir
Porque agora sinto que há uma ebulicao que faz todo o sentido e esta roda vai estar presa arre, que nao vais correr pelo monte abaixo!
Eu estou aqui com toda a minha razao seguro o cordel dos sentidos
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 the seventh day, he sayed: "The fun will show the way!", and so he went to party seven days more. At the end of the seventh day he felt the urge of doing something more, something big and inspired by the hot sweat he spoke out loud to the great feast, "Come with me, let's make a boat!" but the people were high in the sky and could not land in the shore. And Handrej just smoked some more and quicklly forgot the dream of a boat going away in his blood painted eyes.
There was more laughter and joy in the red nights! But at the seventh day, he could laugh no more and he went suddenly to the center of the square and said to the great feast to "Come with me, let's make a boat!" but the addicts could not care the least. And so Handrej went to sniff some more and forgot all about the ocean and went to jump, laugh and cry and build new dreams in the sky.
The 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 transform
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 my tail to control the flight and as a weapon to hit my oponents straight on their face! I still remember how i flew over every place i knew in the village and all the fun i had.
During my flight when i got high enough, i noticed that one air bridge full of apartments was in my direction, 1 km ahead. In one of the windows, was an old lady with one big pan in her hand. She wanted to hit me! I had to regain control of my flight and i was able with my tail to change direction and at the same time to hit the old in her head!
The only bad thing was that when the night came, i came to land and tried to go for a cofee, but i couldn't go inside, because of this warning that forbided all of my species to go into the cofee place (a forbiden sign just like the ones that usually forbid dogs). Nothing compares to the emotion of flying, i hope to regain the skies soon...
but in my decisive moment in my arms i let a child to die and there was nothing that i could do but to cry could i have failed? am i worth of being here?
no good hero let the young to die and if this is about to happen i must avoid it at all costs deffending with my own life
but the child is dead and i am here holding his body in my arm
but each drop of blood spilled makes me pain so deep that i may just retreat from super-heroing and find shelter in an old ski house
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 come maçãs, pão de cereais, bebo mate pela manhã ou café sempre sem açúcar, tenho um cabelo lunático cheio de caracóis, o Sol, as montanhas e o mar inspiram-me, nunca estou demasiado ocupado, tenho sempre energia para dançar, adoro ir de bicicleta para o parque, o dourado é a minha cor favorita, mas não o quero na minha roupa, leio, escrevo, desenho, fotografo, pinto, quero lançar fogo pela boca e fazer paus de fogo girar nas minhas mãos, aprender a fazer filmes e a tocar piano, viajar e conhecer pessoas dá-me força e não me incomoda não partilhar a mesma linguagem mas chateia-me quando percebo as palavras mas o discurso não faz sentido. Amo amar e viver.
Desculpa, mãe, mas a minha casa já não é no mesmo lugar. Nasci cigano e estou mais feliz onde ainda não conheço, a minha cabeça está maior, quero ser estrangeiro, sinto-me em paz. Aqui as pessoas estão mais alheias da realidade, tiram os sapatos quando chegam a casa e põe a manteiga e o fiambre em cima do pão quando querem fazer sandes. Mas a minha pátria é o Mundo e eu percebo que estejam demasiado chateados para querer política, também agora sou demasiado preguiçoso para cortar o pão quando quero uma sandes e até gosto de tirar os sapatos à entrada.
Sempre hei de ser João André Ribeiro Duarte, nascido em Portugal, filho de Isabel Maria Miranda Ribeiro. Amo-te mais do que o Sol quente pela manhã! Aparece quando quiseres, avisa-me só da hora e local de chegada.
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, and we are all a bit lost when we realize that the pure evil is so sweet cause it is also good. So, if God did ran away from Heaven are we gonna bother to kick his ass? Life is sacred, but if we are in a sanatory for hunting a killer demon beast, we must at least enjoy the food and the fresh air.
All the western marvel heroes tell us stories that are easy to be remembered. And as honesty becomes golden rule, all the impulses are here to be respected and understood. Everyday i saw the litle children in my front porch, said the good man. Until one day i just made what any other good will man would do. Sodomy is bloody dark rage against these used up society rules? Or an impulse like eating chocolate at 3 a.m.? All depends on the view point. Life is sacred, but if the bastard did kill my parents, i might just punish and blow him to pieces.
Well it's true that we love one another I love Jack White like a little brother Well Holly I love you too but there's Just so much that I don't know about you
Jack give me some money to pay my bills All the dough I give you Holly You been using on pain pills Jack will you call me if you're able? I got your phone number written In the back of my bible Jack I think your pulling my leg And I think maybe I better ask Meg Meg do you think Jack really loves me? You know, I don't care because Jack really bugs me Why don't you ask him now? Well I would but Meg I really just don't know how Just say 'Jack , do you adore me?' Well I would Holly but love really bores me Well I guess we should just be friends I'm just kidding Holly You know that I'll love you 'til the end
Well it's true that we love one another I love Jack White like a little brother Well Holly I love you too but there's Just so much that I don't know about you
Holly give me some of your English lovin' If I did that Jack I'd have one in the oven Why don't you go off and just love yourself If I did that Holly there won't be anything Left for anybody else Jack it's too bad about the that way you look You know I gave that horse a carrot So he'd break your foot Will the two of you cut it out And tell 'em what it's really all about
Well it's true that we love one another I love Jack White like a little brother Well Holly I love you too but there's Just so much that I.... don't know about you
How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly Before 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 up Before he can see the sky? Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many years can a mountain exist Before it's washed to the sea? Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free? Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head, Pretending he just doesn't see? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Deixaste-me sozinho como se a culpa fosse minha mas na realidade so queria continuar perdido dentro de ti
The 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 person that was going in the oposite direction? Where is he going? Can you imagine if he in the morning eats aples or drinks cofee, If he loves vegetables or cannot live without cow meat, If he paints his nights white with fear of death or with big dreams?
Big things happen, when our minds are eager, mint and fresh, can you believe in this Superman?
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?
i’m afraid that you won’t make sense out of these words. but if i give some serious thinking into it, i am just as understandable as before J So far, nothing really new. In the World the grate ideas never come alone, some people get to the same conclusion with such independent viewpoints. Others were like ahead of their time, DaVinci pops to my mind.
Sincrony is just a beautiful song that in my golden dreams are sang in all the networks. Will to change and transform, the bass dictates the proper rythim, so that we can clap our hands at the same time. clap clap blacks and jews clap clap militia and gays clap clap roma and old ladies. You know the lyrics? clap clap deafs and indians clap clap comunists and muslims. You know the lyrics? It is just a beautiful song that in my golden dreams is sang in all the networks.
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 mind just add it in the comment!!
I have been colecting these on my black book! :) if you have more to share tell me! Have fun! joao
“ … 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 discuisedas 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 playground and in the ballet classes. In the sharing of this new internet tools, it comes new freedoms, but also new fears.
When he was surfing aroud these places, Amiko, of Anywhere, Anything, still underage, decided to trust strangers. She became a member of Be Welcome (BW). The dream was to unite all world cultures into this virtual club, and to build a better World. Everyone can join and get to know others from distant lands. In this club, even little Mollie can make her own profile. If Amiko decides to go to Pleasentville, she can contact Mollie by the club and if Joanna agrees, Mollie can offer her place for Amiko to stay or the other way around. Therefore you can be a guest or a host.
By volunteer force, the BW keeps growing. Hundreds of members from all around the Globe, ranging from Portugal to New Zealand, black to white, muslims to catholics, doctors to gipsies, are BW members. On this website, there are allways growing discussion boards, chat rooms and galleries about all topics and in many languages. The club is getting more publicity by the minute, and some people are embassators of this new travel philosophy.
Several BW meetings and Summer camps will happen all over the World. As well, several groups exist in the website: volunteers, plastic artists, musicians, scientists, naturists, bird watchers... While host and guest, a member has the chance to get a huge personal enrichment, knowing many people that want to share their culture. Most members, makes their profile thinking about this. Although, there are many that use BW to get free house. The rules to follow in a member house are established by himself in his profile: washing dishes, smoking, pets, drugs, how long the guest(s) will stay, the number of guests, are all variables that can be conditioned, the only sure thing is that it will be free of charge.
There are people who don’t want to become members because she/he can’t trust a stranger. This is because they may be afraid of being assaulted and/or robbed while guest or host. By the experience of most members, many and good friendships were born in BW and many members don’t offer their house at all, only a walk around the city, a dinner... Most guests have many offers to their hosts, new tastes, musics, places, movies. The existence of comments that cannot be edited by the owner, give an outside indication of the member’s personality and give more safety and fidelity to the system. Can a bed and breakfast or even an hotel be more saffer? Are the fears of the global village much different from the fears of our grandparents village? The distrust of the next door neighbour in the big city is not very far from the fear towards the crazy foreigner in the little village. Is it better for Mollie to trust Josh, the local “pleasant” cousin and not care about Amiko, who isn’t a local and is probably crazy?
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 ourselves so that we can still think properlly and ignore those strange shit that comes up from time to time... (and i'm speaking for myself of course :))
The complicated acts without reflection, we end up linking shit without thinking about it, and making some very complicated systems without any kind of logic. It's not like surrealism or anything it's just our projection of strange organisation, or at least it was like this i understood from Morin...
And the complex is like the "follow the light" from Starwars :))) logic thinking, even without the normal logical systems, for example, i think of Surrealism also as a complex system...
My aim with all this, was that the children think more clearlly than adults, they enter more easilly into complex systems...
And if you make 2 big circles, being the first NATURALISM and the second SURREALISM they are also just a way that you organize your human knowledge, the input-output from you and the world...
Now try to see this circles touching each other in 2 different points! you get a common grey area between these 2 circles. In this area i get my skin itchy and my head bigger and a big smile inside that goes across the street greeting the cofee lady before i get out of the building! ;)) This grey area was called DEKADENCE in a art exhibition i went.. I don't like that much the name, but still i loved the concept!!
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 and see how it works out. New ideas come like photo flashes, making our heart pump even more harder, the adrenalin of making everything to try it out! Is like a picture i have in my head. . . Can it be true? Can i make it real? Is it real at all? This perception of the scientific world is all about your imagination. Because the unknown can be even wilder than your strangest dreams. Many art methods share this basis and this rush, it’s like the same language. When you deliver yourself to your world like this, you get like in a zen state of some sort that makes your soul shine! Trully, this is my addiction.
Já jsem nový EVS dobrovolník at the colorful main office of Duha in Praha! I want to keep this beautiful rainbow world for the future, i want to feel trees, grass, soil, other animals, the pure air forever! Direct actions to give ecological warnings to our society are very important, not everyone gets the time to think a bit about it... I’ve worked with small people at my by-the-sea-country and this youngsters are such good friends and really open to this stimulus. If you comunicate seriously about it with 6 – 15 year olders, they will give serious thoughts about it, a lot easier than a grown up audience. . .
The thing is that most people are trained to be bored :) i think. The youth keep their mind open more easilly but older people more often are closed inside their viewpoint. And to think about our world is also to get inside other eyes, other cultures. And Europe is so strong with it, so much history and cultures in this small space! So much to taste, to dance, to enjoy and experience in this people duha! A more beautiful world (for me) starts here, in the Euro dream!
For the moment, nerozumím, but in 2 months i’ll write another article in cesky!
