Cycle

The tipping point of a men’s life, turning into preferably awoken state, is nothing less than an expected crisis, revealing an opportunity. The opponent being known, one cannot neglect that there’s nothing best than unforeseeable curiosity and high level expectations to fuel the guy. However, I can also attest that scars do come to notice in a larger scale and do not contribute to the healthier self. Equilibrium is the key and regular cycles of self care can help to deal with all this machinery of intense and prodigal production.

February 15, 2020

October 23, 2019

Pop culture is in itself a form of continuity, renewing in every cycle the message, the language toolkits and the organic targets. These, as the fundamental parts of any communication system are brought in pop culture to an epitome of visual indexation by a larger group than the initial target. This is a result based on a relation of inversed proportions in which the biggest and unselected group is hit fist only to naturally select the best capital to participate in the time left in each cycle.

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March 26, 2019

A day is won in the morning. A week is won a day before. A month is a set of weeks, and a year is just a cycle of my vision for more.

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February 12, 2019

Todos os dias a morte aproxima-me da verdade.

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January 18, 2018

The decisive moment when the maestro, the performer, the band, the act, the discipline, the legacy and the audience are a solo for the first time.

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December 2, 2017

Passo décadas a olhar para o mesmo resultado e a solução sempre esteve lá, visível. Minha.

November 11, 2017

Passo décadas a olhar para o mesmo resultado e a solução sempre esteve lá, visível. Minha.

November 11, 2017

When the sun comes up, you get up, when the moon comes up, you growl.

This is the natural cycle of living efficiently.

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September 4, 2017

In the future of 1979.

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August 19, 2017

Once upon a time in a time I have been blind. 

I was such as if the world made a torch and damaged my sight with the incandescent truth. I had in me the lost turn of events before I weighted in others some of my presence. I was merely a passenger on my way to the implosion of a righteous man occurring deep inside my life. I was alone by me, burned by life.

I became blind by my own merit, by the way I had neglected the fact that I have an imposing deference in others, a terrific conundrum in my existence that makes them look constantly at me. This opacity of truth makes me a strange specialist in your reality and in the global obscurity of the darker light I carry.

I was blind and I deservedly got up from it when I was able to see the depth of my error. The error that was the simple demise of my own existence as made by me to me.

No one was to blame but me and so I did. No suffering was put on the shoulders of no one else but me, and so I did. I also forced gravity to direct a peculiar strength upon myself and i was nothing more than the black hole of my own extinction.

This way I added so much weight intrinsically transformed by the invisible me into the visible nothing i am now. This was still a poor presence, a reminiscent shadow of light I had in me for the next years. Those of cycles, made of long counting diagnosis and cathartic moments of infinite discoveries around awareness and conscience. This path was a gravitational pull of that darker matter making the years shorter, the radius narrower and the velocity increase exponentially. I then collected the debris of the billion stars around and made way of destruction, engulfing real worlds in the process.

I am now at the center of that peak, having in me the experience of an horizon of events and the mind adapted to this singular pull. I am that pull. 

I evolved into a supermassive black hole.

I expel and regorge myself incessantly.

I draw, construct, destruct from within the barriers of enlightenment with the disdain of faux luxury and hermitage. I am the hollow sage of my own future self.

I evolved and accepted the unequivocal tendency to practice good to others while still forgetting my own humanity in the way i am abused constantly and by the most close ones to me. I am peeling everyday those senses of a comatose human, waking the deepest nerves from the instinct of survival, from the natural reign i am the single owner of. 

I grow as time is time and still people only notice my flaws, my abnormal being and presence. That normal abnormality that becomes the insurgent moment of justifiable normalisation of my life and meaning by others. So they think while the only thing they achieve is distance and exponentially feed a titan made of me.

I still keep my diamonds inside as rocks yet to be dilapidated for another time, for the next time. Secured from the suspicious moments I have to create to keep my treasure alive.

I know I move in a thicker slug, a darker mud, the next despair of dirt and disemboweled self.

January 20, 2017

The resemblance with a smile is a pure coincidence as life continues to follow the path of least resistance and focus on all the others around me.

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January 17, 2017

I am not giving more of me, I am giving the best to the best.

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September 17, 2016

Ó arrabalde da alma, seu baldio enxoviado de saber, de querer, de mais, do meu nada.

Coluna privada, enxuta de bens meus, incomuns, e só por isso não é assim de toda a gente… muito menos deste povo de micose, o dessa coluna pública e plena de sentido lato, de generalizações das tais vontades comuns, a dessa gente pequena e atroz, neste arrabalde de nada vosso. Tudo, meu…

É nele que me privo de mim, me provo de tudo e me desunho de todo esse bafio, essa jorra purgada de pus, desde os pés, que me e levam na minha proposta de eternidade, na ambição suprema da maior dor jamais conhecida para os lados desta relativa dimensão. Atingir.

August 27, 2016

This glorious darkness inside, petrifying the bold ones into the interaction of equal and opposite reaction, into to the known fear of unimaginable grandiosity. Discrete yet disruptive events of continuous awareness and cyclic renewal among humans.

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August 7, 2016

Completed cycles mean there’s just no end to the beginning.

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May 2, 2016

The longest one, the heaviest, hardest, unpleasant as a rite, significant as yet another link in the chain of infinite changes is occurring, happening as I think and write, conscious of the path of destruction that builds empires, deducts and aligns a simple man.

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December 15, 2015

I got tired of waiting for someone to try to do it for me, I made it work. I made it a real monster, an undoubtedly present entity. Bigger than me, just to watch it engulf me in one thought. And start over again, rejoicing from this peculiar obsolescence.

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September 26, 2015

Energy drives complexity in the thrive of life and power over mediocrity.

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September 14, 2015

Experiencing the many rebirths of my lifetime just to expand and use the directional flow of time and space.

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June 18, 2015