Music & Life
ou melhor,
The Meaning of Life
Obs: E você pensou que os criadores de South Park não soubessem nada sobre as lições da vida...
segunda-feira, 31 de março de 2008
Music & Life
quarta-feira, 26 de março de 2008
Contagem Regressiva
Eu não sou Getulista, aliás estou mais próximo de um ser apolítico; mas alguns atrás optei por fazer uma poesia em vez de escrever uma redação sobre o famoso GV. Os trechos entre aspas são retirados diretamente da "Carta Testamento" do ex-presidente.
Na falta de tempo, vai a reciclagem do passado...e a nostalgia das aulas de história.
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Contagem Regressiva
Uma Perspectiva dos Últimos Dias de Getúlio Vargas
Uma Perspectiva dos Últimos Dias de Getúlio Vargas
O fim se aproximava
Tudo estava claro
Havia uma solução
Para todo esse desamparo
Em uma reunião de madrugada
As cartas foram postas à mesa
“Ou vai ou racha” – disseram eles
Seria a tradução da proposta
A opção foi bem obvia
Getúlio Dornelles Vargas
Falecido em 24 de agosto de 1954
Tomou sua decisão
Autopsia alguma foi necessária para ter-se uma conclusão
Causa da Morte:
Pressões de Renúncia
Desmoralização e isolamento
Acusações quanto ao Mar de Lama do Catete
Um atentado sem sucesso
-E esta bala no coração? - perguntou um médico
-Isso foi a anestesia geral, impediu que ele vivesse para sofrer - respondeu o outro
-Parece que ninguém é imortal...
“Cada gota de meu sangue era uma chama imortal na vossa consciência e manterá a vibração sagrada para a resistência.”
Antes: Getúlio
Pai-dos-Pobres
“(...)para que eu não continue a defender, como sempre defendi, o povo humilde principalmente os humildes.”
O enfrentamento com as oligarquias
O direito à indenização, às férias e à jornada semanal de trabalho
O concurso para ingresso no serviço público
Nacionalista
Mártir
Depois: Vargas
Os frutos foram muitos:
A Eletrobrás,
A Petrobrás,
A Álcalis,
O Brasil brasileiro,
O BNDE,
A Previdência Social,
O brasileiro no Brasil
Mas a defesa foi paternal:
“Se as aves de rapina querem o sangue de alguém, querem continuar sugando o povo brasileiro, eu ofereço em holocausto a minha vida.”
A libertação foi decisiva:
“Era escravo do povo e hoje me liberto para a vida eterna. Mas esse povo de quem fui escravo não mais será escravo de ninguém.”
A transformação foi eterna:
“Serenamente dou o primeiro passo no caminho da eternidade e saio da vida para entrar na História.”
“Serenamente dou o primeiro passo no caminho da eternidade e saio da vida para entrar na História.”
segunda-feira, 10 de março de 2008
Post Mortem
I couldn’t think straight at all. Her words echoed in my mind and in no way they seemed to help. They were in fact the opposite; the reason of my torment and why my strength slowly left my muscles. The soft seductive voice that controlled my thoughts left me confused. I wasn’t pissed. I wasn’t angry. I was at her mercy when I shouldn’t be. With just a few words she made me stare in awe and conclude there was no other way of the describing all those years we spent together. It wasn’t a yes or a no. It was just a dubious response that could mean a sincere “of course” or an ironic “hell no”. Call me naive, but it left me harmless and made me feel helpless.
The agonizing part develops like a child in its womb. The essence of the pain is the doubt. An uncertainty that drives your mind through a never ending torture.
The knife’s blade felt cold.
It stabbed straight into my heart. Half-in and half-out always twitching and turning making the pain constantly remain. You’d think your senses would fade after a while, but they don’t. The knife hurts just as much in the mind, body, and soul.
The constant debate whether you’re right or wrong; whether you know the answer or not; whether there might be hope…or not. Almost as if you unwillingly wanted to grasp insanity.
My damsel…
She could’ve meant yes.
But then her words would contradict themselves.
I bet she lied. She lied and did it sarcastically.
That bitch…
You’ll easily switch between two absurd points of view with relative ease. Then you’ll resort to logic and none of it will make sense, because later you’ll conclude logic is useless when it comes to feelings.
The hole just gets deeper and deeper. The rabbit has fooled you into his trap and not even Alice seems to be part of this wonderland. Light and hope seem distant and soon turn into a speckle of illusion. A mirage of the dumb…and that means you.
After hours of mental collision and internal conflict your soul is where your heart should be, your logic where your soul should be, and your heart torn apart.
Few understood the process I went through and even less understood why I did it. They knew I wasn’t strong enough to overcome the obstacles and even more to conquer the evil disguised in grey. They found my bones alone. No muscles, no tissue. All of it was drained from me until it hit the marrow.
From that point on I couldn’t see a thing. Darkness mixed with a faint image of old wood. Outside the capsule I could hear many lamenting. Commenting what society had lost. Those interested me not, but the ones who mentioned they had lost a friend caught my attention. A few sounded true and even less voices I could recognize. Those close and loyal enough said nothing at all, they showed themselves true to the friendship by providing the tombstone engraving.
“R.I.P. dear friend, for only in death there are no thoughts: Only certainty.”
If she was there, next to the coffin, I heard not a word. All the better because her silence would not be deciphered.
As if cared.
I chose not to be.
The agonizing part develops like a child in its womb. The essence of the pain is the doubt. An uncertainty that drives your mind through a never ending torture.
The knife’s blade felt cold.
It stabbed straight into my heart. Half-in and half-out always twitching and turning making the pain constantly remain. You’d think your senses would fade after a while, but they don’t. The knife hurts just as much in the mind, body, and soul.
The constant debate whether you’re right or wrong; whether you know the answer or not; whether there might be hope…or not. Almost as if you unwillingly wanted to grasp insanity.
My damsel…
She could’ve meant yes.
But then her words would contradict themselves.
I bet she lied. She lied and did it sarcastically.
That bitch…
You’ll easily switch between two absurd points of view with relative ease. Then you’ll resort to logic and none of it will make sense, because later you’ll conclude logic is useless when it comes to feelings.
The hole just gets deeper and deeper. The rabbit has fooled you into his trap and not even Alice seems to be part of this wonderland. Light and hope seem distant and soon turn into a speckle of illusion. A mirage of the dumb…and that means you.
After hours of mental collision and internal conflict your soul is where your heart should be, your logic where your soul should be, and your heart torn apart.
Few understood the process I went through and even less understood why I did it. They knew I wasn’t strong enough to overcome the obstacles and even more to conquer the evil disguised in grey. They found my bones alone. No muscles, no tissue. All of it was drained from me until it hit the marrow.
From that point on I couldn’t see a thing. Darkness mixed with a faint image of old wood. Outside the capsule I could hear many lamenting. Commenting what society had lost. Those interested me not, but the ones who mentioned they had lost a friend caught my attention. A few sounded true and even less voices I could recognize. Those close and loyal enough said nothing at all, they showed themselves true to the friendship by providing the tombstone engraving.
“R.I.P. dear friend, for only in death there are no thoughts: Only certainty.”
If she was there, next to the coffin, I heard not a word. All the better because her silence would not be deciphered.
As if cared.
I chose not to be.
domingo, 2 de março de 2008
A Arte Eletrônica
Como um fã de Daft Punk desde 1997 ao som de Around the World, a música eletrônica e sintetizada nunca deixou de estar no topo das minhas preferências musicais.
Em 2003 foi lançado o Interstella 5555, que dava uma visão animada ao já consagrado álbum Discovery do Daft Punk. Um longa metragem narrativo, no estilo anime, acompanhado pelas faixas do CD. Sensacional.
Agora, em 2008, as animações com trilha sonora eletrônica retornam. Kap10Kurt apresenta seu clipe animado para a música Danger Seekers. Produzido pelo estúdio francês Mathematic, o vídeo é definido como algo entre o mangá e o "motion desgin". Eu defino a combinação simplesmente como sublime...
Em 2003 foi lançado o Interstella 5555, que dava uma visão animada ao já consagrado álbum Discovery do Daft Punk. Um longa metragem narrativo, no estilo anime, acompanhado pelas faixas do CD. Sensacional.
Agora, em 2008, as animações com trilha sonora eletrônica retornam. Kap10Kurt apresenta seu clipe animado para a música Danger Seekers. Produzido pelo estúdio francês Mathematic, o vídeo é definido como algo entre o mangá e o "motion desgin". Eu defino a combinação simplesmente como sublime...
3:12 - Magnífico Sintetizador
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