IMMORTALS

I would like to ask to all of theses fellows brilliant minds that are reading right now this group of letters to aloud me to induct this tiny specific word from the universe such as a metaphor of pic a simple honey brand from a shelf in the grocery store of being human.

In spite the fact of, possessing this solicitous honey brand as my own desire of weakness and guiltiness from the apple of Adam. We all owned to the poet who first exposed such word as something between good and evil, where even both couldn’t know who is who and declare themselves Immortals.

For myself; my sanity; my right as an equal, and my own madness. I shall pronounce this word:

”Love”

I looked in the eyes of love and I touched her meaning. Like I can touch right now my face end feel my tempter mixing with the biggest lie I ever told in this blessed land of liberty such as my smile, and my capability to convince mathematics and priests about nothing such as everything.

Like in everywhere else, love is also a mystery in America. We are all seduced by the single purpose of survive. It is simple beautiful and unscrupulous. There is no other combination of words to bounce so perfectly in in honor of this miracle of linguistics.

SYMBOLS

“You are what you write; what you write is you.” Make no mistake; writing is the same as stiffen your voice to archive the ears of thousand of hungry minds in timeless dimensions of knowledge’s desires. Writing is the most important weapon, which a student has to conquer the world he chose to conquer it. It doesn’t matter if you have a graduated or under-graduated goals; is your writing skills that will prove to any one: professor, apprentice or god that your are not only capable, but indeed your are now a master. We’ve been showing to our teachers and consulters our identity and position as a creator and developer of ideas in our writing assignments.

It is in those assignments where we cannot only see it, but almost touch the novice of the others classes inside of our words. The capability of understanding a symbol is more magical and divine than anything in this symbolic dimension. Words are keys to one’s mind, yet put it all in the correct order isn’t an easy job. People often argues that writing well and conscious is too complicated with all those rules, structures, and grammar details, but nonetheless, we still can measure the most complicated thing in the world with one simple tiny word: “Life.”

I came to this country with the most long hair I had in my live saying like this to my family: "I will travel with a big hair because the big hair is the symbol of a wisdom man"; indeed it is. Anyway, in april of this year I cut my hair short as it was when I was 18 years old. God! I looked again like a kid.

I remember I felt a little regrets for do it that, but life is a funny roller coaster. today in october of the same year i realize that if i don't cut my hair now I will come back to Brazil with the same big hair that I went out of it. However, what this really matters? Nothing if you are not me, and fell the time changed myself for the inside for the outside.

I am the color and the sound of português

This weekend I finished the recording of my my video about poetry. During the last shoots, I give myself a feel seconds of reflections before I turn off my camera. What made myself a "story teller?" Why I have so many questions? Isn't life just a leader in the wind going by the occasion? or is the wind a tinny common eye, were the leader shows itself as the memo of his destiny? Actually i don't know, and indeed, I am not expecting to found out. Whatever my infinitive of a second came to an end; therefore, I must go back to the Matrix, and have some coffee with sugar to convince me that cares...yet.

I am the Language

What makes a poetry; a poetry is the fact that rules were invented after the beauty and the reason of don't have rules.

Victor Dreyer.

fuckin' downloads. running time. the camera like a pen, writing a poetry; in ecstasy.

The project

the project of the movie "Colloso" had been writing three years ago at Rio de Janeiro. the first thought i had as a movie maker was to show the moment when the situation became an unique exchange of culture, and a birthing of a new one. Something simples like cheering one experience inside of a bus in a foreign country can became something big and important in a anthropological way to think. today the project is grown up. Create new windows to jump, and became alive itself. In front of me in the mirror, I face myself trying to prove something, something new. something that will be exposed and captured in the camera as a new symbol. like anything else, but ain't like a movie. is gone to be big, and old. this is why the strange name. And it's not over yet.