Prefiro ouvir a falar (#54)

I prefer listening to talking (#53)

He said: “Oh, life is so complicated!” And, then…

Simon & Garfunkel – Homeward Bound

I’m sitting in the railway station.
Got a ticket to my destination.
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand.
And ev’ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and one-man band.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought’s escaping
Home where my music’s playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.

 

Ev’ry day’s an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines.
And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories
And ev’ry stranger’s face I see reminds me that I long to be,
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought’s escaping,
Home where my music’s playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.

Tonight I’ll sing my songs again,
I’ll play the game and pretend.
But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought’s escaping,
Home where my music’s playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Silently for me.

Out of window

Spring is coming here in Denmark. I prefer to say ‘coming’ because, although we are ‘officially’ in spring times, I’m not really sure if the weather actually reflects that! Anyway, what strikes me the most is overlooking out of my (tiny) window the pale buildings nearby, with its colorful roofs (red, blue, black…). I’ve just taken a shot, and I’d like sharing it with you.

As you can see, there is an urban-nature ‘fusion’ between the bright blue sky (I love this soothing ‘blue’ – and, obviously, I get excited when the sun comes out here) and the colorful house’s roofs. I don’t know, but I guess there is something different with the brightness here. Everything, when we have a sunny day, seems to reflect this remarkably electric blue.

The blue has a strong impact on my mood, I must say. Somehow, it remembers me the blue of the Ocean. Whenever I go to the beach, this is the same feature that catches my eyes – the “blueness”. The only striking difference is the intensity of the brightness, I reckon. In Brazil, especially in the region where I live (Northeast), the sun is merciless intense. As a result, we normally have a scorching weather. Here in DK, on the contrary, at the same time that we can appreciate the “blueness”, the weather is ‘milder’ when compared to Brazil (actually, maybe I’m making a rough mistake here…call Danish weather ‘mild’).

Well, just in case, here a picture that I found on the internet – it is a beach located in the region where I live there in Brazil (Rio Grande do Norte, south coast). The blue, of course, is also there…but, in this case, there is no city-nature fusion, as here where I’m now, but rather a fusion of three natural elements: the (blue) sky, the blue-green of the ocean (Atlantic, in this case), and the ” beige” of the sand (not to mention the people in the water). This is an ‘artistic’ photo, of course. But I have to admit that, in natura, the place is even more incredible.

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I prefer listening to talking (#52)

I prefer listening to talking (#51)

Six nonsensical and extemporaneous assertions

1. Speaking English is a sign of ‘intelligence’? Don’t be an idiot. This is only a question of where you’ve born. “English native speakers” are such a regular person as you.

2. You have a body, right? Of course, you have. Ok, so let’s take a geographic perspective. The ground is the reference point, ok? Then, from bottom-up, we have, (1) shit (your stomach and so forth), and … (2) your brain.

3. Around one “smart guy” (basically, someone that has managed to deal with valuable symbolical resources, because he or she is a professional hoax), there are always a lot of other “small guys” trying to benefit or be as “smart” as their “master.” As Rorty once said: only one or two are really innovative (intellectually speaking). The rest is only trying to copy and find some justification to fill the space between their foot and their brain (I mean: that thick layer of shit).

4. What if the cynism was the best (or the only) way to deal with the nonsensical conditions of modern (and, especially, academic) life?

5. Your life would be completely different if you could listen to music, take wine and, then (and only then), was able to use what is located above the shit-deposit I’ve mentioned before (of course, doing everything at once). The “raw” life is too much tough and meaningless to support.

6. Marx, I bet, is laughing in his grave. Because we think we are free spirits walking around the world. When you come to realize that you only need to render account to those who pays your bills, your feeling of being free (or captive) would much be more realistic.

***Final remark: we speak more than we should. Have you already realized how noisily the world is? I´m doing my part…