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May 12, 2019

#shadow #scale #men #man #entrance #facade #universidade #coimbra #contrast #stair #old #building #street (at Universidade de Coimbra)
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February 23, 2019

#shadow #scale #men #man #entrance #facade #universidade #coimbra #contrast #stair #old #building #street (at Universidade de Coimbra)
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February 23, 2019

#daily #people #scene #interior #man #proportions (at Studium . creative studio & gallery)
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February 15, 2019

A cathartic life is made of the simplest moments.

the MONSTRUKTOR

May 7, 2018

Flow @ the state of the blind sight, of the silent profusion of noise, of inconspicuous reverbations, of the absent touch of certainty, of the repetion untill infinity of the present sureness. A constant supriment of ambition, desire and strength.

the MONSTRUKTOR

April 9, 2018

Sou eu quem perde, ou é o mundo? Definitivamente, perda há, agora, quem amortiza melhor do que eu, é que quero ver quem. Sou um mestre em desculpar os outros, aceitar as suas frustrações com o meu empenho e disponibilidade, em ver o que nem sonham serem capazes, e mesmo assim, ainda tenho a certeza que o erro não é dar-me. O erro é ser como sou, estranho, anormal, simples, mente, diferente.

the MONSTRUKTOR

April 6, 2018

Sou eu quem perde, ou é o mundo? Definitivamente, perda há, agora, quem amortiza melhor do que eu, é que quero ver quem. Sou um mestre em desculpar os outros, aceitar as suas frustrações com o meu empenho e disponibilidade, em ver o que nem sonham serem capazes, e mesmo assim, ainda tenho a certeza que o erro não é dar-me. O erro é ser como sou, estranho, anormal, simples, mente, diferente.

the MONSTRUKTOR

April 6, 2018

#far #distance #windows #twodoorcinemaclub #onedoorection #shadows #rubble #man #Exposure #hard #snapseed #brush (at Porto District)

February 25, 2018

Celebrar!? Sim, para mim, por mim, no meu dia, à minha maneira e gosto, a significar e sugerir aquilo que me identifica bem e saudável, um processo pessoal, singular, próximo do ser que emana de mim. Simples.

the MONSTRUKTOR

January 17, 2018

Celebrar!? Sim, para mim, por mim, no meu dia, à minha maneira e gosto, a significar e sugerir aquilo que me identifica bem e saudável, um processo pessoal, singular, próximo do ser que emana de mim. Simples.

the MONSTRUKTOR

January 17, 2018

Tyranktor

Being and doing are almost identical classifications in the eschatological meaning they pronounce.

I am, therefore, I can be. I do, therefore, I am. This is a representation of context and a comprehensible conception on this commonly identified reality. This is also a gathering, a hoarded consolidation of the way I glaze at how others see what I am, and do. In my own way I have to accept this type of concepts as a part of the way people tend to welcome the need to compartmentalise (and rationalise) their doubt, in front of some inexplicable spectrums of wonder – they sometimes sense – as me.

Unclassified, by my proposition, and unclassifiable, by the broader definition people always impelled​ me to overcome I live in a constant denial of humanity. Deservedly and preferable to the presumptive​ extinction of my self meaning: this distinction is considered either by competence or by habit, and exists as if I need to behold a comparable life to them. No, I don’t, and yet I’m the only one to be categorised… 

Instead of this ceremonial reduction I live by promoting even higher standards, mainly of an unknown quantifiable value, all residing in the same humanity I keep afar. Without regret, just a bit commiserative, by acting on them, that group of people, and insisting about becoming the silent beacon of the representation of a person to person phenomenon. Proudly, invisible.

I know I am anthropologically sane. Aware. Socially vertical. Horizontally distributed in the medium I choose alternately. A dimensional dissident, punished by punishing visions and beliefs. Sparsely focal on the mundane reflexions. Executioner of mediocrity as the cathartic ascension to my structural approaches, and indexed access, to knowledge. A concrete abysmal difference of gender, theologically democratic in the acceptance of the order of life and death, in time and space. And still I take care of them all.

Being a tyrant, is by definition the prosecution of an identity and thus an intent of becoming something real – visible in the way I am seen as the projection of yourself. Others tend to choose on how to follow or how to deny this image, but generally they are not absent of opinion. This is either a yes or a no. It is a fact. Some follow, some deny, but all of them have respect for the truth about the relevance the world have, in my choices. I respect it now as much as I needed to deny the harm it will always done by transforming my benevolence in a struggle of faith in myself. This is thoroughly brought upon me by the doubts of themselves onto themselves, and concentrated by the mechanism I have developed to cope with it.

Justifiably close to the misconception of not being strong enough (so they all say) by not imposing my organisation and will, I am now assuming my intrinsic tyrant state. By entering this standard I have realised that only humans cannot find the right state for themselves, and that the even weaker ones try to deny the existence of differences between us all – at this stage this is as important as an optical aberration, and completely despicable on achieving my goals.

I am in the final cycle of inversion. I have traded the world of being followed or denied my correct placement, by the egotistical sense of being just this atypical human form with a visual identity and intellectual space.

Doing as a tyrant, is the act of continuous improvement of an even further act, the one of living. A dynamic representation of an entity, entirely made of continuity and sequence. A loop of interactions and anthropological filters dissected from the core of the human experiences. This makes the understanding and acknowledgement of being, as a competitor of doing, a tad bit difficult.

The (supposedly) dedicated ones will keep themselves away from my path and the majority will repudiate​ my existence by the acknowledgement of the (until now) incomprehensible human being I am. Being and doing are here a numerical form of comparison, applying concepts of interest and deference onto the visions they provide. Mostly are based on envy, or something inexplicable like that, but denied the use, anyway. The ignorant ones will see me as being invisible while being manipulated themselves on doing what I want. Doing it, is simply the ultimate commiseration of the way I see the world absorbing all this organic waste of thought onto oblivion of time.

This is a final measure of power. The conscientious fact of life: being while doing.

This is a tyrant, imposing a synchronous win on all the defectors of my faith and vision, rather than defeating them in their own game, with my irrefutable arguments. This is also deflecting the pure reality of a core human as a matter of reproduction in the sentient state of imaterial humanity. Arrogant while humble. Giving even more just to take what is my need to conquer and dominate.

This is the evolved state of me. The next step in my echo of truth and self empowerment. A tyrant, imposing value and everything possible and understandably good in the renewal of my mental habilitation​ to make more from nothing.

January 1, 2018

It’s a fading conundrum, a fate of disbelief and of lack of continuity. It is made of disappointment and disaster, a specialized rotten faith of invisible sights, bigger spectrums of lost shades.

Small, dull, insignificant personas, insecure. I wish I was lighter and everything like to be them.

So many tricks to be equal, desires to stumble on myself, reborn. If only I was human. Smelling nice and scenting nothing in fear.

Believing in no thing to say, about them or us…

Arise from the track, still sparkling and chirping from the last locomotive in a melancholy of corrosion and lust made of sad ambitions.

This is a measure of demise, and empathy… I am able to cope it in such a manner I keep myself understandably absent.

Still empty of nothing but the fullness of myself.

November 24, 2017

Fragments of DE MAN 1790 #fragments #play #words #the #man (at Sandeman Porto)

October 30, 2017

Exercise has now a numbing effect. Pain, sadness, stress, depression, and anxiety are numbed, processed and excreted.

The renewal of the body and mind is a primal care of the uttermost importance and should not depend of urgency but instead of constant awareness about the need of maintenance.

I feel this in me, I feel this is the way to affect the intrinsic need to care for some others around me. I’m not a single organism living isolated from collateral arguments, as I’m not the pair or companion of exclusive rights for someone, ever. Except for me, in me, for others, tethering my strengths with care.

I am an indistinguishable man, commonly made of simplicity and humble elegance in insightful life of learning and deliverance.

I am perseverance, even when it seems impossible to maintain.

May 9, 2017

I’m most embarrassed about the (prevailing) gender inequality as a human than as a man.
If I was a woman I would be embarrassed of letting men be of such importance.

As a man I’m embarrassed of being a gender and of nothing more.

the MONSTRUKTOR

January 23, 2017

I have began to see the connection to the world for what it is, allowing me to search deeper inside myself and in ways others cannot follow.

I am safe on this quest, knowing that only fear and anger can blind the strongest man of his images of reality. I have to see and I cannot blame no one but myself while searching for my true sight.

This is why I must be close to everything, connected, completely blind, to see and have nothing to blur and fear.

the MONSTRUKTOR

September 25, 2016

Only a simple and amazing man can live after his death.

the MONSTRUKTOR

May 5, 2016

Only a simple man can sustain living in voluntary poverty, enhanced by the will to give everything and more.

the MONSTRUKTOR

April 27, 2016

I don’t expect and have not been given anything as my right and even less so as a gift of some rule.

the MONSTRUKTOR

March 21, 2016

A real true friendship is often misunderstood because of pure envy and regret.

the MONSTRUKTOR

February 7, 2016

What I do everyday is simply my way to communicate with the world. Yes, you!

The importance you had in my life was such that even today, when i’m creating, from thought, i know you are present. So present that I still feel the scars you gave me and left me alone to cure. I feel them as rock rolling while gorging me through the throat of a beast engulfing yet another talented rebel. I feel it!

From the early moments our paths have crossed, i sensed we could have a wonderful time together. Me, glazed with you. You, expecting nothing more than another ambitious boy you knew would fail. I don’t remember the common feeling of that time about ourselves but i know i still admire you for your tenacity and belief in the species you are curating. 

I kept my faith as a man, in this consecutive and symbiotic relation we have accomplished together all this years, but… I’m very sorry, very very and deeply sorry, dear world but this isn’t working for me anymore. I will continue, alone, ascending to the material oblivion of us all, forcing you to tell my story. This will be the regret you will have from me. The only one.

This is not a defeat, a token of my own demise or even a give up shoulder movement of some sort. This is a notice, a letter of self construction and evolution. This is me using you to my own egoselfishpower of expression and creation. This is me saying you don’t have what i need to be with me and be a part of this transcendent path of awareness and enlightenment. Sorry, but you don’t…

I will continue my presence as flesh until i have recycled myself through the elements, as a rite of kindness and share to the ones who i love unconditionally. They deserve it. I will keep them close as particles of me. Inside. Protected with these words of me and you. They know because I have told them.

I know this is hard, but i also know you will overcome this situation with a lot more experience and focus on protecting yourself from the illusions of control you though you could have on a sage. 

Thank you, It was good, but now its going to be even better.

When you change your mind you know where to find me, always!

the MONSTRUKTOR

February 6, 2016

Being myself, nothing simpler.

the MONSTRUKTOR

February 1, 2016

Being memorable, makes you a quotable character.

the MONSTRUKTOR

February 1, 2016

Being honorable, makes you a notable men.

the MONSTRUKTOR

January 31, 2016

The only search residing deep inside me is the fact of, always expecting more doubts about myself, I have committed all my efforts to find a simple man.

the MONSTRUKTOR

January 21, 2016

Greyed passing of time on a soft scarred skin and the empowering of the human part of the entity.

the MONSTRUKTOR

January 16, 2016

I cannot fight happiness when I have no expectations, resources, money or regrets about having nothing at all.

the MONSTRUKTOR

December 8, 2015