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One day we meet the right person
06 Wednesday Jan 2021
Posted in Memory, Uncategorized
I don’t have time now
04 Monday Jan 2021
Posted in Fake world, La justice des hommes, Société de spectacle
” I counted my years and discovered that I have less time to live going forward than I have lived until now.
I have more past than future. I feel like the boy who received a bowl of candies. The first ones, he ate ungracious, but when he realized there were only a few left, he began to taste them deeply. I do not have time to deal with mediocrity. I do not want to be in meetings where parade inflamed egos.
I am bothered by the envious, who seek to discredit the most able, to usurp their places, coveting their seats, talent, achievements and luck.
I do not have time for endless conversations, useless to discuss about the lives of others who are not part of mine. I do not have time to manage sensitivities of people who despite their chronological age, are immature.
I cannot stand the result that generates from those struggling for power. People do not discuss content, only the labels. My time has become scarce to discuss labels, I want the essence, my soul is in a hurry…
Not many candies in the bowl… I want to live close to human people, very human, who laugh of their own stumbles, and away from those turned smug and overconfident with their triumphs, away from those filled with self-importance, Who does not run away from their responsibilities ..Who defends human dignity. And who only want to walk on the side of truth and honesty.
The essential is what makes life worthwhile. I want to surround myself with people, who knows how to touch the hearts of people …. People to whom the hard knocks of life, taught them to grow with softness in their soul.
Yes …. I am in a hurry … to live with intensity, that only maturity can bring.
I intend not to waste any part of the goodies I have left … I’m sure they will be more exquisite, that most of which so far I’ve eaten.
My goal is to arrive to the end satisfied and in peace with my loved ones and my conscience.
I hope that your goal is the same, because either way you will get there too .. “
Mário de Andrade
Rorschach Test
29 Tuesday Dec 2020
Posted in Trips
Behind the window stretches the multitude of broken heroes, lovers have passed, the clock is frozen, only your shadow warms up, sticks to the light, the whispering of silence. Window, widen the walls, let the nomads in. No stop or turn back since the landscape behind has already changed.
Auto Genesis
28 Monday Dec 2020
Posted in Poetry
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You made me a hybrid face
Half flower half roots
Loosen the cracks
And dislocate my sephirot.
The shir hashirim of your chest
Draw a path
Smashes the jaws
Punctures the ground.
Your mouth tears the universe apart
Your hand is rooted in my thoughts
And gushes like a spring.
This is how I see you
With a bird that grows in your left hip
Your auto genesis being born indefinitely
Immersion
24 Thursday Dec 2020
Posted in Memory
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Details rarely get stored in memories,
They rather emerge from elusive folds,
From impromptu reconciliations,
The slits of which are misleading. Eye, sign our numbness.
You lean towards the sea,
The seas cross each other,
The moon raises the water to the waterline,
The wind has a roundness of a heart
In its wake lie the lost ones.
Without our consistency how would we see the sand settle?
Here
Objects lose all weight once they leave your hands.
Nostalgia for the future
19 Saturday Dec 2020
Posted in Memory, Uncategorized
Chissà, forse il fascino del viaggiare sta in quest’incanto, in questa paradossale nostalgia del futuro. E’ la forza che ci fa immaginare – o illudere – di fare un viaggio e trovare, in una stazione sconosciuta, qualcosa che potrebbe cambiare la nostra vita.Marcello Mastroianni (28 settembre 1924, Fontana Liri – 19 dicembre 1996, Parigi)
The holder of wings
13 Sunday Dec 2020
I met you a long time ago
It was already so, from the first day
The space swivelled accelerating
The enormous masses were born in an instant
The gaping sun, the shadowy friends lavished
How many years now?
Since then I have shortened my days
I have dispersed the time of the origin
The elongated shadows occupied my night
I still let the mists graze the future with my back turned
What I have read heard seen merge, move away a little more
I was indifferent to catastrophes, I smiled at nothing
I drew portraits of the smell of corridors without a door
You did tear off my second skin under a transparent hood
To see the multitude faces of me
Asking:
Be the holder of wings
More faces, less figures
13 Sunday Dec 2020
The face is the most human of things. Man has a face and not simply a muzzle or a front, because he dwells in openness, because in his face he exposes himself and communicates. This is why the face is the place of politics. Our unpolitical time does not want to see its own face, it keeps it at a distance, masks and covers it. There must be no more faces, but only numbers and figures. The tyrant, too, is faceless…[…]For us, alone, there can be no salvation: there is salvation because there are others. Giorgio Agamben
Too much outer form, not enough inner light
11 Friday Dec 2020
Posted in Shabbes, The Light, Uncategorized
You are not machines
10 Thursday Dec 2020
Posted in BIG DATA
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Robots now have our voice. Tomorrow, as a precaution, they will speak a language that will be untranslatable to us. From up there, access to information is total, instantaneous, flawless, where everyone, like a small cartographer, is the target. Categories and properties, likes, contacts, finances, identity. Transparency and confidentiality – for a world of law where privacy becomes an anomaly. Ignore your past, enter here, your future; the rest of the time reduced to one unique model. The sidereal space no longer needs the eyes, advancing in the light nothing can ever happen again.
Selbstwehr 
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