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.