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Month: April 2014

freedom to be

may all people find freedom to be!!!

do I have to always be thinking about freedom? yes, I do. Freedom is the sort of thing that you won’t think about unless you put some extra effort on it. It’s easier to use Windows as it is easier to be monogamic or satisfy your soul with shopping.

take a little time to freedom yourself this week, coxalax
no one told you it’d be easy, if it was, everybody would be doing it

FREEDOM from Lea Zejdler on Vimeo.

chaos

there is a lot of beauty in the chaos, and I’m not tripping

so cute but so messy

It’s hard to say where I am at. It’s so cute but so messy. I’m so fucking messy. Reality is that: I’m just fine and happy for having had one more adventure. What about that? Adventure! Is adventure something limited in time/space? Now tell me if is there anything in nature that is not limited in time/space. Everything is! Period.

Society imposes time/space thresholds for something to be considered settle or adventurous. Fucking hell with this shit*. What am I complaining about? I should be celebrating love, being happy for feeling and experiencing it in its totality.

(…)

Just saw a mom bouncing her baby tireless. I know this feeling. The feeling of infinite energy: when I’m dancing or when I’m teaching. Teaching can be my maternity, no doubt. Meeting people can be. Someone sings in opera mode just nearby. Happiness and freedom. How to dissociate one from another?

god knows how happy I am when I allow myself to be totally free and dance or talk or meet new circumstances. omg, the sea. I’m so happy for being here.

The sea deserves a new paragraph. The poet says: “When I die, I’ll come back to recover all hours I spent far from the sea.” I think it’s enough said.

Someone just passed by: a vendor. He said: “Northeast handicraft, wanna something Doctor?”. He has no clue, I actually wanna be one really soon. Don’t know about his handicraft though.

Fuck, there is a climbing wall just nearby. It’s so easy I could maybe climb it without ropes**. I might be so fucking awesome and pretty to watch the sea once you get there. A group prepares to rappel the wall. I can almost feel the rock burning my hands.

The sand underneath and through my feet, what a delight.

(…)

I have to say that I’m shitty drunk*** and that I’ve never got into the sea liek that. goddamit guys, are you still trying to rappel the wall? From what I get from here, as Mike says, “Safety first!”. Courage mes amis, courage.

I want the sea and the sea wants me. I do want to take care of people, that’s a statement. I love you my friend, fucking yeah.

Canto de Oxum by Maria Bethânia on Grooveshark
 

* I was drunk writing this on the beach

**  I’m too scared for that. but drunk….

*** I finally wrote about it.

kite

When I was a child (I wish I’m still one*), I used to play with kites. I was quite good at it, meaning I could do crazy shit with it. But the best of all was to frown looking at the kite/sun, to run, to be with friends and to see the kites’ colors.

I’ve been thinking about the acquaintances in life as kites. Sometimes you lose your line and you watch your kite flying away from you. It is important to let it go. Sometimes, an unexpected kite tangle into yours, you can both fall down together or you can untangle, who knows. In the end of the day, the magic is to know people and learn something with this experience.

Living in Brazil after years apart is being really rich and intense. It started by a week long retreat with Ayahuasca and other forest plants (kambo, chiric-sanango, tabacco tea). It was a life changing experience. Later, I started taking care of my hip and my whole body came into play, it’s been overwhelming: I can’t really say I recognize myself and my life. it’s a rescue.

Back to the kite… what happens in the air, stays in the air. simple as this. there is no full control when comes to fluids (goddammit I remember fluid mechanics class). I don’t know about yours, but my life has only turbulent fluids. I guess laminar life is only a theoretical approximation one could use in case the turbulent assumption is too overwhelming to derive.

I fucking hate when I complain about my life. It is exactly how I’ve chosen it to be. Why do I complain then? The chaos is so logical that disturbs. It makes total sense and the sense changes according to my understanding. gotcha?

“I can’t help it… if you think I’m odd” (nico)
“you know I’m no good” (amy)

for a beautiful sweet kite that flew away from me today. go find happiness.

* I do suffer from Peter Pan’s syndrome, and I’m happy for it

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