Cartas antropologicas a Maximiliano

This is my sorry and thanks a lot for my english readers...
As u all know, languages spin around my mind...
And when I wanna say yes I say sim
And when I wanna say nao I say no
And when I wanna say I luv you I say ti amu
Maybe its time to be true, true to my very few readers,
and confess that no language has to be chosen
You are gonna be inside my mind
when your mind starts spinning together with mine
Ready to the tripyyyyy?
Come along...

sweet shallowness

my little fred
where could i find
inspiration for this moment
moments of hollowness
moments of a head
not being able to think
and a text willing to be written
coz there is no other mean of conexion
with
a
lovely
person
who id like to be speaking
and
not
writing,
moments of
sweet shallowness

VODKA

Feeling high you go wherever you want
Tosltoi Dostoievski
Eletronic music
Clubbing culture
Getting high you go wherever you want
Orwel Kafka
Psych Musci and Drum`n Bass
Night life
Drinking high you go wherever you want
Poe Cortazar
Techno
As fas as you can go
will be never enough
Read
you see yourself
Dance you see yourself
Groove Armada
Post Contemporany
Club n` you Read
Read n` you Club
You see yourself I see myself
Post Contemporany World

Gatinho

we live in a beatifull world dice:
voce tambem dorme bem gatinho!


Ode to Argentina,
what a beautiful country
full of dark hidden places n
bright light open nature
full of dirtied, blur and gross water n
flowerish smell of soft earth
full of gatinhos n
gatinhas
full of disgusting untouchable people n
sweety little tender soft skin boys
there are big hearts n
there are no hearts
there is u n there is me
I wanna be with you, and u must believe me.

Missing

Is there anyone missing me?

Post Contemporany 1 - My addiction

Yesterday I felt, yesterday I felt and I realized my addiction, my addiction to clubbing. My addiction has nothing to do with the `substances`, no matter if it`s drinking, smoking or snorting, clubbing is what I can`t live without, and we all know it comes together with the `substances`. It`s not that I want to find an excuse to use whatever `substance` shows up to me, coz I am sort like that, but I always say and will keep saying I cannot club without `substances`, I get bored. It can be just one useless glass of a `drinking` or a very fast and short puff of a `smoking`, but it has to be there. I have to feel that I`ve taken something and that something can make me higher, at least higher than my ordinary state, that`s what makes me feel I`m actually clubbing. It`s been quite some time I`m in this life, but I see myself and know myself, and as soon as I quit it and move to the countryside, the use of all `substances` are slowly going to decrease. It`s all clear that it won`t disappear – life is not that smiley – but it will decrease, consideraly, staying just the ones which inspire me the most, the ones which inspire me to do other things but clubbing. The `smoking substance` inspires me to do a whole lots of other activities, on the other hand `snorting` is the best, the best ever to club, and not anything else; if one uses it properly, the most boring parties end up being the bests ever of the month – who knows which parties we had last month -, however if one takes it before using a `sex-room`, one may get embarrased. Clubbing is the way I get to know the `neighbourhood` - society -, the way I meet people, the way I learn new languages and measure how fast I`ve been learning them, the way I make my `sex-room` not to be completely useless and the way some day I will get my `wishing-room`. Clubbing is what I do in order not to need a job or study something to feel myself integrated to the new society. Foreigners usually have to have a job or to be part of any kind of educational level to feel themselves confortable and part of the new place where they are, as they don’t have their family or friends to support them they have to find and make new ones, preferable `good` ones. However once I club I don’t have to find a fucking boring job that would take the time that I could be using to meet nice people and who share the same interests as me. I meet cute good-looking guys who invite me to their home at the very same night we meet, to have some sex or whatever, and I, consequently, see the way local people live and take their life. Doing that I end up having not to deep, but quite strong relations to some guys, experimenting that will of falling in love or never ever want to see the guy again, feelings I`ve been feeling to frenquently, and that just don’t drive me crazy `coz I know how the whole `process` works. However, even knowing how it all works, it knocks me down sometimes, mainly the first days or weeks I arrive in a new `neighbourhood`, when I`m still with that feeling that in this `neighbourhood` it is easier and more interesting to find a guy on my own, a guy who I would constantly think of having our `wishing-room` together, but after some days discover that it`s the same all around the world - but that still knocks me down. Yesterday I felt, yesterday I felt and realized my addiction. I`m in my `resting-room` and I`m already resignated that I`m staying `home` tonight. Juan sends me a `short-letter` and we are now sharing some of them, writing `bout our will of going out and where we shall go. No matter the time, once someone invites me, I do go. I give him a couple of options, clubs are not that near from here and the corridors as usual are dark and freezing. I`ve changed my clothes already, the needy papers are in my pockets, but I still don’t know where we are going. My palce is confortable and warm. I`m alone. I wish I was making good use of my `sex-room`, but I`m not. I`m not the kind who get bored in my `resting-room` just `coz I`m alone, but I can`t stand lonely nights. I can spend days days days and days entertaining myself by myself, but the nights by myself makes me bored to death. I`m walking up and down in my little `room`, listening to the unusual sound of my snickers bumping on the floor – I`m always barefoot inside all my `rooms` - and making me feel I`m lost in the most known place.I`m ready to go, it`s bloody late and the night won`t be cheap, I`m ready to go, knowing that my whole day tomorrow will be fucked up, I`m ready to go. It`s been a couple of few minutes since no `short-letters` arrive, I won`t give up and I know that, the time has never been an issue to me and the weight of my tiring neither, as long as I don’t miss a clubbing night. After this long, nervous and expecting few minutes the `short-letter` finally arrives… he is dead, he gave up. I sit by the bed and feel happy for us. I always feel satisfied when someone convinces me not to go out, usually it`s on the other way around and I always manage to do the not very difficult task of convincing a friend to go around and see what`s the luck of the day. I feel happy `coz I know it`s the `best` for me, but like a drug addicted, I miss, I miss the music, I miss the unknown people around, I miss the feeling of being alone in the middle of a crowd, I miss the lights blinding my eyes…abstinence…and I have an awful sleeping night.

Creatividad - Imaginacion

hay maneras en las que las cosas podrían ser mejores, en Cuba a las habaneras, mientras armaban los cigarros había alguien que se dedicaba a leerles un libro, por ejemplo

short

short
short text
meanigfull words
where is the meaning?
havent found it it
but if one keeps it short
one might find a meaning
its getting long
and the meaning?
which meaning?
i m waiting for
for the meaning
sorry
havent found it yet
do u mind if i dont find it?
i know u do
try not to
coz i dont
i may find it
later
read the next one
it may b there
it may not b there
i hope it is
but if its not
call me
i tell u personally
and we can find it together
and b happy
n b happy
n b happy
n b happy...
and so on

club - Bolívia I

there is a life
this life is called clubbing
one can club everywhere
one can club in a big city
london
buenos aire
copenhagen
one can club in a small city
the country side of bolivia
if there is someone clubbing
invite me
lets club together

Tratado do Silencio a Dois

Sempre que estamos juntos assim, trancados em um quarto, por um tempo que ja nao sabemos quanto, luz e escuridao, ate que escutamos apenas uma batida de coracao e a minha inspiracao è a sua expiracao, nenhum mínimo soar de vento capaz de chegar aos nossos ouvidos, silencio pleno, como único meio para conhecermos e tornarmos um.
O silencio prolongado - a mirada dos seus olhos, sao meus companheiros, me alimentam. Olhar, fechar, tocar. Estamos em hipnose, em nausea, e nao queremos mais sair e nao sabemos mais se seremos capazes de sair. Ecstasy, e o tempo ja nao passa mais.
O silencio é cada vez mais longo e a palavra cada vez mais dispensável. Saberás que me ama, como eu, quando nada mais que a minha presenca te seja necessária.
A parede branca nos fornece inspiracao. O ar puro e a água transparente. Nada mais claro e compreensível que a energia de nosso silencio, nos explica o quanto somos um.
Nossas peles lisas e brancas, tocam-se. Nao há frio, nem calor. Nosos lábios macios sentem nossos brancos dentes. O silencio...o silencio...o silencio, desvendou nosso destino, e nos diz, sem refutar: nada mais há para ser feito, para que alcanzemos alegria maior que nosso momento, nosso silencio. Morremos.

Friends

You feel a bit sad when you leave all your friends behind, you really miss them. You are in a new city, and even if u didn’t call them before, at least you knew they were there, and you could call them if you felt like. Now you don’t have this feeling anymore, and all of a sudden you fell like calling the most random friend ever, or your best friend…but you can’t anymore.
One fell a bit sad when one friend of your leaves. You do feel sad, if he was at least a good friend of yours. Your friend is not there anymore when you feel like calling him/her. Even if it was a very rare calling, but even that rare calling can't happen anymore.
But then, it was one friend, not all your friends.
It’s hard to leave all your friends behind.
It’s good to make new friends. But it’s hard to leave all your friends behind.
Keep in touch!

Zaratustra

INSIDE OUTSIDE

The lonely always thinks there is too many people around him.
O solitário sempre acha que tem muitas pessoas ao seu redor.

OUTSIDE INSIDE

We still work becuase the work distracts us. However be aware so that the distraction does not become into tiredness.
Trabalha-se ainda porque o trabalho distrai. Mas toma-se cuidados para que a distração não se transforme em cansaço.

INSIDE OUTSIDE

I just love those who know how to live in a state of decline because these are the ones who reach the high and beyond.
Eu só amo aqueles que sabem viver em estado de declínio porque são esses que chegam ao alto e além.

OUTSIDE INSIDE

I love the one who loves his virtue because the virtue is will of decline and an arrow of desire.
Amo aquele que ama sua virtude porque a virtude é vontade de declínio e uma flecha do desejo.

INSIDE OUTSIDE

- Who comes to my house to disturb my weak sleep?
- An alive and a dead man – answered Zaratustra. Give me something to eat and to drink. I have not thought about that all day long. The one who gives something to eat to the starving man reconforts his own soul. Says the wisdom.
The old man came back and offered bread and wine to Zaratustra. – But also invite your companion to eat and drink. He is more tired than you.
- My companion is dead. It would not be easy to convince him to eat.
The old man grounched : - I have nothing to do with that. The one who knocks on my door must receive what I offer. Eat and invigorate yourselves.
-Quem chega a minha casa para pertubar meu fraco sono?
- Um vivo e um morto – respondeu Zaratustra. Dá-me de comer e de beber. Não pensei nisso durante o dia. Quem dá de comer ao faminto reconforta sua própria alma. Assim fala a sabedoria.
O velho se retirou, mas logo retornou e ofereceu a Zaratustra pão e vinho. – Mas convida também teu companheiro para comer e beber. Ele está mais cansado que tu
- Meu companheiro está morto. Não seria fácil convencê-lo a comer.
O velho resmungou: - Nada tenho a ver com isto. Aquele que bate a minha porta deve receber o que lhe ofereço. Comei e revigorai-vos!

the opposite action

Freeze dont change, dont move, dont leave, just Freeze!

Few Languages

Sorte Azar Sorte Azar
Suerte Mala suerte Suerte Mala suerte
No seas tan profundo, be as shallow as you can be
No seas personal, be generic
Salir a los boliches! Shallow or deep subject?
No importa. It doesnt fucking matter.

Dont take your time
You dont have enough time to waste to take your time
Use your finger
Type
Faster
Faster slowboy!!

NOW stop

Think

Stop thinking stupidboy
It was to be as shallow as you could reach
The bottom
The rat
The sewer

Estas mejorando rapidamente, pero podés pensar um ratito más, no seas peresoso,
Las lenguas todas juntas me confunden
Una por vez por favor

Dont change it
Could you think properly if you forgot Portuguese?
Could you think properly if you forgot Danish?
People
Pueblo
Povo
Danes
Swedens
Frenchs
Argentinos
Spanish
Irish
Not necessarily in this order
Povo
Pueblo
People

Extranjeros....

Quantos existen?

Sartre - Camus - Tolstói - Borges

Nausea
The first and only book of Jean-Paul Sartre I read. For some random reasons some French authors, like Sartre (in English) and Camus (in Portuguese), started showing up on my hands, accidentally. It definitely gives you a nausea sensation as you carry on reading it, mainly in the parts that he describes the sensation of a Nausea, when he is in any ordinary random situation, it can be everywhere, on any corner of the city, or in the most common bar, or when you are by the most uninteresting person, it will come, and you will not know how to get rid of that Nausea.
I did not enjoy the reading of the book since the very beginning, it took me almost a hundred pages to start finding out that this book of Sartre is not a simple diary. My feeling in the beginning was that I could have written a diary like that one, so why in hell is this man so known? I confess, I was too stuck up, however I recovered myself, although I am not a big fan yes.
Do not miss the parts when he describes the word of the title. The Nausea feeling does not appear very often in it.

Ana Karênina
I fell in love with Tolstói since the very first pages. The reason that I bought these two tick books in a very beautiful brochure was because his was mentioned in another book that I was reading (L’insostenibile leggereza dell’essere – Milan Kundera – Czech writer), and this book is sucha a beautiful one that I got so curious about Ana Karênina, and besides loving Tolstói, I could find so many similarities on the two books, and happily could understand why Tolstói was mentioned by Kundera.
On the book of Kundera it is more obvious what he wants to say, he tries to explain that it is impossible to deny the love to more than one person, the different sorts of love that all human being have to be allowed to feel, the sexual attraction by other women does not mean the loss of the sexual attraction by his beloved wife.
On the other hand, the character of Tolstói is already a bit older, and there is no more sexual attraction by his wife, but the love is still there.
The point is that every ‘unusual’ literature from cultures that we are not used to read, always appeals to us. Russian in this case, I have already enjoyed a lot some Japanese romances, not to say the Middle East, China, Thailand, East Europe and so on…open your mind and let it flow.

French Literature
In French, not necessarily by a French author.
I have been reading a couple of books in the French language, because of the obvious reason of learning the language, and I have been understanding half of them. In the beginning it was 30 %, that is why I keep reading, and that is why reading in a foreigner language gives me such a pleasure, because of the two feelings of learning a language and the book itself.
The books are: Cholera (a text in it of Sénèque – De la colère - gave me some inspiration to write a poem, a bad one by the way, with the same name), Outrage aux moeur et autres nouvelles ( a book of four short texts that I could not understand any ), Jorge Luis Borges – Fictions -, I can understand most of his short texts, but as I have never been very fond of him, I should keep on reading him in his own language. And finally the Gammaire Expliquée du Français, wonderful reading and 100% understood.

The Plague – A Peste
First difficulty that I faced to write about this book was the name, as it has been read in Portuguese. Google helped me.
And as I begin it, I start finding out that the best writer is the one who describes well. Kafka, Tolstói, George Orwel, and finally Nausea! Albert Camus describes perfectly the start of a plague in a society that has to be closed from all the outsiders. And he writes as it happens, as it was a diary, and that is what I did not know how to appreciate in Nausea of Sartre, just because he was writing down the date and periode of the day as the things were happening and he was writing. In ‘The Plague’ Camus does the same but without writing the time at the top of the chapter. That is just a detail that does not really matter, as what matter is the writing itself.
He depicts the whole process, since the beginning of a plague in a small city, with all the different psychological matters that each person faces, the ones who love, the ones who do not love, the ones who had come there just for a week of a work…Worth reading for those who wants to know how a government for the people has to be tough in some risky cases, and the ones who enjoy romances. romances?

Melons & Papayas' explanation.

me:
‘melons and papayas’ is me incarnating mario quintana
he writes lots of funny things

the friend:
he is a genious
and also studied in our school
heheheh

me:
look, one point for us

the friend:
sure…heheh
it seems that he is gay too
heheheh

me:
it’s a pity that I didn’t enjoy very much the subject of literature in the school
he probably shouldn’t enjoy literature in the school

the friend:
and I didn’t know what I really liked…..heheh

me:
you are you
and i
already knew
but I didn’t know that I liked literature

Melons & Papayas

I hate melons and papayas
For a week or two
I decided to have a piece of them every day
To see if I could change my mind
And start liking something
That wasn’t good before
Now I can eat melons and papayas
My taste got used to them
If I have melons and papayas on one side
And mangos and bananas on another side
I still go for mangos and bananas
What has changed?

Inspired by a papaya.

Routine

I and my friend wake up at about midday or later, after having woken up a coupe of times, have felt hungry but have not got up from the bed because we were too lazy to eat the déjeuner.
At last I make my way to the refrigerator where I take a small pot of yogurt, throw some cereal into it – take my midday antibiotic - and start eating it while we finish the French movie we started watching last night.
After an hour, with some interruptions of some ‘friends’ on the msn and some problems with the DVD of the computer, we finish the movie – most of the time satisfied - , and starving go to the kitchen to fast warn the plat of food in the microwave, eat it contently.
Go to the computer pretending to look for someone nice to chat, but actually just want anyone to chat. Take our time to see some porn on internet.
Mid afternoon is time for us to take some puff of the little joint, enough to feel like taking a walk, to do any made up appointment, to pretend that we have at least something important to do
Look around and around and around, thinking what we should really do – we are enjoying a high moment -, and then make a move. Grab the long black and blue short, a light colour tee shirt, the grey running shoes with low socks, the fake and light Adidas black cap, we always decide to take the walkman, even knowing that the cheap earplugs have a horrible sound, the also fake and half-broken sunglasses (Adidas as by coincidence), spread the sun block all over the face and the exposed parts of the body and finally leave, all hidden and incommunicable.
After an hour or two we are back.
We make some healthy thing to have in our snack and prepare ourselves to go running, even though we are not very sure about that yet. We do some push-ups and similar exercises, not too much - we think we are already hot enough -, we run for almost an hour and fuck up with all our knees just once more, one day-break will be enough to half heal them.
We eat as elephants, a healthy and heavy dinner.
We Watch the Italian channel. The Spanish channel. The American channel. The British channel. And mostly the French channel, asking ourselves why in hell they can’t add the subtitles in all the programs.
Computer again. We once more pretend to do something important, and pretend to talk to important people, - Porn again on internet? Most of the days we skip this second round. - and send some cv’s, and send some emails, and talk to some future friends. We write some sentences or, on the lucky days, texts that we are not very sure about their validity or quality.
We get a small pot of yogurt, pour some honey into it and watch half of any French movie; luckily we have some with French subtitles.
That’s my lonely routine.

Cholera

That’s what I feel when I think about you
My hands tremble
My pupils dilate
My face brushes
My hairs shiver

Anger is not the act of doing something against you who caused me pain, but just the will of doing something

That’s what I feel when I see you passing by
My ears hear an unbearable noise
My legs feel like crashing
My head spin around
My eyes cannot reach you leaving

Anger is my human feeling towards you that I cannot hide, and you pretend not to see, ‘cause that would cause you pain

That’s what you feel when you remember me
Uneasiness
Indifference
Distance
Hollow



Inspired by Sénèque ‘De la colère’ – Livre premier

Brasília - second and third impressions

Brasília is the most cosmopolitan city in the country. It was built back in the 50’s and people all over the country came here to do the heavy work. ‘Someone always has to do the heavy work’. The majority of these builders were from the Northeast, poor people who saw an opportunity. But, obviously, they haven’t become rich, and they do not live in the buildings that they built. They live in the outskirts, the cities around which are called Cidades Satélites – the Satellite cities.
But right after the city was partially built, the powerful people had to come, to rule the country, and they have come from everywhere, and still come from everywhere. It is a city with an enormous amount of public contests, which keeps drawing people from south to north of the country, in order to work in the public sector.
Being the capital means it is also where the foreign embassies are found and these not only bring people from throughout Brazil, but from all over the world as well. Cool people speaking Portuguese in many different types of accents are easily found.

A city with no accent and no corners.
There are lots of reasons why the city doesn’t have its own accent yet, considering its continuous immigration.
All the ‘brasilienses’ say that the city has no corners, and the outsiders keep asking themselves why, even after coming here they still can’t understand why. It is just because the dwellers do not use the word ‘corner’, because there are lots of streets which divide the blocks that there are no names, they just call these streets as commercial street of block such and such….

I’m getting bored with myself….let’s get higher!

Parties in the capital are basically awful. I have lived in the city for four long years during my high school period, when I was not a party boy. I wasn’t used to going out to any party but the school ones. So as a ‘grown up’, I came back to the city again (it has been a year) and told myself that now was the time to party, and there I went. What can I say: great distances, lots of money on taxis, beautiful people almost non-existent, ditto for good music ... What an impression!
And here I am again, spending about a month in my old city. What was I suppose to do? Go out for the parties? Or wait? Wait? For what? What is there to wait for? I decided to wait until I had that feeling, that feeling of that’s the party to go, and you never know exactly why you feel that. No worries, you will find out later. One day, the feeling came to me. It took about two weeks for me to decide to go out. A genuine party boy waiting … waiting to go out.
I went by myself. I had to choose a place close by (if that exists in Brasília) in order to be able to go by taxi. I took the taxi, which left me in front of a very, very random place…whores, transvestites, strange-looking boys. And there I was asking information from prostitutes. I walked around and around, smoked a little funny cigarette during the uncertain walking period, until I finally found the place. Some police officers were leaving and a guy was grabbing the joint that he had hidden by the entrance. Lucky me who arrived quite late, otherwise I would have had to experience another body search in my life. I talked to him about the situation, and realized he had the same piercing as me, a long metal bar with two balls in the normal ear hole. I showed him mine and he showed me a poster-flyer on the wall, pointed to his photo and said that that was his ‘brand’ for quite long time, he was the dj,.
The party is called ‘underground’ and the place is ‘Espaço Galleria’ at Conic, a place with amazing decorations, a new discovery in every corner of the club, an open space where we can have some throwing-things, like little bags rolled on a paper with something very interesting inside from one side, and another little bag rolled on a paper with money on the other side, dealers around. You better meet someone who has got the right contact...It was probably a Friday, the place was empty, but the music was stunning.
A real V.I.P does not pay for being so.
I went to buy the ticket for the Fat Boy Slim concert, which took place last Sunday in Brasília. Got two simple tickets ( 40R$ each ) to enjoy, as the humble being that I am, together with the rest of the crowd. However the guy made a mistake and gave me two V.I.P tickets ( 140 R$ each ). A real V.I.P never pays for being so.
Frank Sinatra. V.I.P area.
The V.I.P ticket allowed me to go to a party on Saturday evening for those who had bought the vip ticket, which included free booze during the concert on Sunday. So there I went, even though I did not really want to go on Sat. – I’m not really fond of rich people’s party – but there I went! I haven’t seen so many good-looking people for quite long time… remember Vegas? It didn’t look like Brasília at all (and I hope they do not read this). I took a great friend and we enjoyed the party a lot, and the concert with the free drinks even more!
Brasília carries on…

I am running away from here during the Carnival days, but not too far… heading to Pirenópolis.

Strong is to keep quite;

What a strange
What a strange city
What a cool city
What a strange
What a strange people
What a cool people
What a strange
What a strange life style
What a cool life style

Essay of Simplicity

Let’s go to the country side, and forget everything, for a moment or two. I tell for a journalist.
Let’s plant, and eat our own food.
Let’s talk and write our own books.
Let’s look into our eyes and make our own love.
Let’s live ourselves and no one else.
Let’s swear, let’s scream, let’s yell.
Let’s keep silence all day long.
And listen to the wind,
blowing the leaves of the far away willow trees.
Let’s perceive the moon, changing its state
and the shouting stars, making their dreams come true.
Let’s feel the earth, the water, the air and the fire
and let’s feel our body, like one unique body.

Knees and the odd pimple

Do we finish a text by the title or can we begin with it?

This one started with one, but it looks hard to write when you took a sort of anesthetic. Which sort was it?

It wasn’t planned, but it helps a lot even though makes you a bit slower. Nevermind, “não tenhamos pressa, mas não percamos tempo.” José Saramango. “let’s not be hurry, but let’s not waste time”.

When your knees start hurting, the rain is about to come. I am not old enough to have felt that but old enough to have heard someone saying that, and the strange connection is truly true.

When two things are cured by just one type of medicine, it means that a knees sore and an odd pimple come from the same uninvited invasor, so it must leave asap, by the attack of that medicine. It’s na assunpiton, and how will we know whether it’s really true? You won’t know, till the day that you randomly have these two feeling in your body at the very same time. And what’s the mathematic possibility of this combination happens in an human being? Nobody knows...

When someone says that a pain is not just a pain, this being wants to say that a pain is not just a pain because it affects another or other normal activities of your everyday life...A real pain hurts more than the only physcial one at the real pain spot, it will hurt your emotional self esteem for not being able to live life normally, and will hurt even more when you are not able to practice the things that make you happy. And even though “I have never looked for happiness, I have looked for pleasure.”, but still, happiness matters somehow.

When something is certain to happen and there is another thing that is also certain to happen but later, then you choose the second option, you will be satisfied if everything goes right but devastated if the second certain option does not really happen.

-Oh, don’t worry. It will happen it will happen it will happen..

Untill the last minute you will be thinking like this.Untill the very last possibility you will rely yourself on, but no...

-I regret to tell you that your very last possibility has been gone for quite a long time....

It’s an unforgivable failure and one of the worst choices giving up for a certain possibility relying on another certain possibility...The pain in your knees may hurt harder and deeper, the uglyness of your pimple may last forever and ever...and that bloody medicine that was supposed to cure all of your problems, will drain together with your shit and your hatred dribble.

Picture: LUCKY LOO WENT OUT IN THE RAIN, WITH A SIEVE UPON HER KNEES. SHE SAT IN THE COPSE TO CATCH THE DROPS TO WATER THE APPLE-TREES

Price £2,250 SIGNED WITH MONOGRAM PEN INK AND WATERCOLOUR WITH BODYCOLOUR 6 1/4 X 5 INCHES ILLUSTRATED: FLORENCE HARRISON, THE RHYME OF A RUN, LONDON: BLACKIE & SON, 1907, {UNPAGINATED} LUCKY LOO Artist: EMMA FLORENCE HARRISON Exhibitions: THE ILLUSTRATORS 2005

Unexpected São Paulo

It can be pleasant or not when one visits a city and realizes that it is somehow different than was expecting. If it is different in a good way, then great!
SP is clean, organized (somehow in my weird point of view I managed to consider that), a chaotic traffic (which does not concern to me as I do not know how to drive), a great metro (reminds me London) which can take you everywhere in a few minutes and opens quite early (which is great, cause if the club gets boring (rare in SP) you don’t have to wait for the metro to open).
Before considering the parties, I’d better start by the cultural side of the city, just to sound the staying there a bit more behaved and intellectual. What a city for museums and cultural spaces.
The quite new museum AfroBrasil at Ibirapuera Park can be very touching for those who can see the influence of the black culture as one of the three main influences (indigenous people, Portuguese people as well as immigrants) in the way we Brazilians behave, a permanent exhibition that shows not only the history of the black people in our country but amazing photographs of African tribes from the 50’s.
What else can be seen? The very new museum of the Portuguese Language, almost made me cry with its amazing 10-minute movie followed by a kind of presentation, when the screen of the movie theatre opens up and we are invited to enter in it, and a presentation that mixes lightning with readings of the most famous Brazilian writers, not to say the amazingly well built non permanent exhibition of ‘Grande Sertão: Veredas’. This museum is located in the train station ‘Luz’, and the Pinacoteca is just across it, but as I took too long at the Portuguese Language museum, at the time I got there it was already closed.
MASP is the most famous museum in the city, there are many famous paintings, and the architecture of the building is recognized throughout the world. The interesting thing about it is that its four columns were painted in red, as the original project was, just during the president Color’s administration, cause it was considered socialist at the time of the military dictatorship, when it was built.
Copan building (Oscar Niemeyer), Itália building, Conjunto Nacional, Espaço Cultural Banco do Brasil, Municipal Theatre and the quite old and unfashionable Trianon Park were other nice seen places.
And at last, to finish the ‘intellectual’ part, on the international day of the closed museums, Monday, my visiting plans were all spoilt after realizing that, and with no good ideas in mind even after visiting the Tourist Information desk (that cannot always be relied on), there I went, Oscar Freire street (there is nothing there but the most expensive stores in the world which can be found in any of these boring streets in the cities of London, Paris, New York, Tokyo, Dublin and maybe even in Porto Alegre one can find one of these nothing-non-seen-before-places, as well as the richest people of the country walking up and down with their expensive ugly purses).
Best city in the country to go clubbing and probably on of the best three or four cities in the world, London and New York may as good as. However they are cosmopolitan cities, Sao Paulo is just working on it; if you wanna se foreigners, go to Rio instead.
First of all I must thank again for the guy who built the metro in SP, which allows anyone to go to any party without spending too much time and money finding it.
La Loca was the first club. I was told that the best day there is Sunday, and there I went. Quite underground place, with some strange corridors which take you some time till you find your way in the club, people snorting whatever they manage to find, beautiful and mixed people and boring drag queens (one day the Brazilian drag’s will learn with the porteñas). On Tuesday there I went again, the plan was going to a place called Vegas, but at the time we arrived there were just some black straight people who were going to enjoy black music, so we moved on to La Loca (second time there) which is near by, and I enjoyed a lot the place again, but there must be another crowded place on Tue. Please Paulistas, tell me the good place to go on Tuesday, I’ve heard there are parties all days in your city.
D-Edge was the second one, on Monday. What a place. Incredible lightning decoration. Lights everywhere, from the floor up to the ceiling, a special place to take any hallucinogen substance. I had not seen so many beautiful people for quite long, or did I use something? No, Nothing but the usual. A very straight friendly place. So many pretty, nice and talkative women gathered together in one place. Rock’n roll playing!
After all these places, this is the place-to-go. D-Edge.
The weekend in São Paulo was to be a business weekend, went for the second phase of a selective process of Emirates Airline. I failed…or did they fail not choosing me?
Special thanks to my two Gauchos’ friends, Adair and Ricardo, who hosted me in a great way.

Three accents in 8 days!

A backpacing trip is not supposed to be made with 8 books, more than 10 t-shirts and so on...Making it smaller will make it much easier...This is just some of the lessons that I have learned from my first experience.
Joinville was the second stop...just a wonderful city, there is a kind of mountain in the middle of the city, and from there there is a great place from where you can see the whole city and how organized it is, and with no slums, which is kind of rare for a brazilian city that tends to grow fast. On the other hand, they have been invading some spaces where they shouldn't, because it is not a space where the human beings should live in, but the animals and the florest...thats the inevitable urbanisation, which can be observed with some more careful.
Joinville was chosen just because I met a cool guy on the new year's eve who invited me to go there. It was not in the plan, but it was a great and unexpected choice. Stayed in a quite good and cheap hotel where I had some problem because the room was for one, and we insisted in staying there for much much longer the 10 minutes warned. Everything was solved with a fine of 20 reais and some 'light' arguments.
Heading to Curitiba after two pleasant days in Joinville. I wanted to see the city where I had lived 10 year ago. It is probably one of the most organized cities in Brazil, easy to find your way, a tourism bus ( a bit expensive though - 15 reais - which pays off in the end ) that you can get off in four different sightseeing places, therefore you end the day with a pleasant sensation that you saw so many beautiful places, with a renewed soul.
Three quite tiresome days in Curitiba, cause I wanted to sightseeing the city during the day and clubbing during the night, and afternoon as well on Sunday. I manged to go out the three nights of my short staying. Amazing clubs to go, considering the size of the city, ilegal substances coming to my hand even without looking for them. On Sunday you can club afternoon and evening, and as I had no time to lose, that's what I did.
I met up again with the guy from Joinville, who went there with some of his friends, cause there is just one place to go out in their city, that I had not the chance to go cause I was there on weekdays. Met him up in the club, he was gorgeous when I saw him, we stayed together for some time till he managed to do the stupid thing of kissing some other stupid, who I did not see the face cause that's not the type of thing that I feel like doing, I just didn't give a shit and decided to party by myself...haven't seen him again.
Next stop, Campinas. As soon as I arrived in Curitiba I bought the bus ticket to Campinas, where I visited my former London flatmate Fabiano and his family. He was finishing all the preparation to move on to Dubai, where he is now working in the Emirates Airline as a steward. Long trip...cool experience...good money...
I was quite disapointed with the city of Campinas, I stayed there for three very relaxing days. The first day obviously I went for a walk by myself to see what's in the city. Tried a museum, not good. Tried to find a touristic or any kind of map of the city, not succeded. There is just one very nice park, where I had a short walk cause it was closing at the time I got there. Therefore after this first day experience I just decided to stay in my friend's house, around his swimming pool, enjoying his very friendly familym, and reading ( learned a lot about sexual psychology, a book named 'Perversões Sexuais - Um estudo psicanalítico' 'Sexual Perversion - A psychanalitic study' caught my attention for the whole two days.)
Instead of going straight to Rio de Janeiro I took a ride to São Paulo with Fabiano's brother, who went there to take him to the guarulhos airport. A big mistake. I faced a huge traffic jam (not surprising) and bought a bus ticket with the same price that I would pay if I had bought from Campinas...nevermind, I did not really get upset with the mistake...this sort of things will always happen in a backpacking trip.
So there I was, Rio de Janeiro, 4 am.

Traveling is work

I've got to travel, coz that's my duty. If I don't, I won't be a good professional. While I'm spending money traveling, I'm investing in my career. The further I go the more I add in my professional life....What about Middle East, is it far enough?
Last month I did my first backpacking trip, and I'm really proud that I did it in Brazil, and with brazilian money.
On the December 26th I left Porto Alegre towards Camboriú, spending the new year eve's parties together with part of my family was the aim. I knew there would be plenty of crowded parties in that unorganized city, therefore the aim was basicly partying...and I achieved it. Three or four parties in a row, some of them at the same places coz there weren't too many options, at least not the sort of entertaining that I was looking for.
Staying at some family's or friends' house will save you some money, but on the other hand clubbing will always make you spend more money than you expected. In the end it compensated.
New year eve's love is just the same as carnival's love.
I ended up meeting someone from the city of Joinville, and after spending the second day of the year by myself, passing by the cities of Itajaí and Navegantes, in order to reach the beach cities of Penha and Piçarras, I made up my mind and realized that it was time to leave. I had been invited to go to Joinville, and there I went. This was the first and onlY unexpected destination of my whole trip...the rest of the trip carried on as planned...at least when it comes about the destinations...