Posts Tagged ‘Thoughts

08
May
09

Comments on news websites

Another sure contender for the “Worst invention ever” prize.
I could (but not should) provide an example, but a simple visit to your favorite news source makes my point.

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04
Oct
08

About looking in someone’s eyes

Well, I guess a more proper picture makes it worthy republishing.
Sorry for the lack of creativity… I, I just… nah, forget it… … (sigh).

Anyone's eyeI remember the feeling, of looking in your eyes. While you were looking into mine.
Lights were pale, we inhaled only smoke and no air.
Still, we were there.
I saw inside of you. I’ve been there, in the immensitude of your eyes. I felt lost in an infinite sea. Lost, but never afraid. Something insistently kept me from drowning. For the first time.
And you’ve been here. You’ve stepped in a room that didn’t even exist. You knocked on a door, completely forgotten within shadow and darkness.
Blew the dust away, and found someone.
Someone who never had a face. Until then.
It was… you.
And in your eyes, a tiny version of me. And in my eyes, a tiny version of you.

25
Sep
08

that is so… white as snow…

The more I think about something, the more I think about everything else.

Suddenly a simple 900m walk that never had anything special, turns into a journey throughout my own mind. Perhaps, throughout someone else’s mind as well.

I barely left my street, and crossed paths with the old man and his gnarled staff yet again. He has snow white, long enough to reach his chest, fuzzy beard; a deep expression carved in his face, that inspires great admiration and respect, at least for me. I wonder what has this old man already seen. I look into his eyes and it makes me wish I could have a glimpse, of what he sees. He’s staring at something continuously and fixedly, as he was every other time we met, and as I know he will be, on the next time.

What could have happened, to such a person? What could have happened, to his family? Did he ever have a family of his own? I think it’s very likely. No: I’m sure of it. For sure he had at least someone special in his life already. Someone that, for some reason, had to leave, or to be left. If the reason was noble or not, I’ll never know, and it’s a question nobody else has the right to ask, but himself. Nobody else can find the answer, but himself. Alone. Walking painfully up and down the suburbs, poking the tarmac as if it could be tortured until an answer jumped out.

A second later, I face a young man painting a wall. He looked extremely tidy for a wall painter: not a single drop of white paint on his clothes. Not yet.

Just like it was with the old man, I’m invisible to him. He astonishingly looks like someone who knows what he’s doing. He’s just painting a wall, but he’s proud of it. He’s fulfilled, satisfied, at least for that moment. He was able to grab the brush, moisten it with paint, and apply to the wall, with no regrets and no doubt.

Perhaps this is what makes him an adult: lack of doubt. Life gave him the tools, and he paints the wall without even blinking.

What if you have all the tools, all the machinery, and no idea? What if you have all the chances, all the luck on your side, all the support and all the odds in your favor, but don’t have a wall to paint? Or worse: what if the wall is there, and you inadvertedly brake your nose running against it, so big the blindness is?

What is this bright, yet pale light, that blocks everything? Reality is so cruel: the wall is always there. Not always in one piece. But be sure, that the bricks are all over the ground, right below your broken nose.

The world is becoming whiter every minute. Opaque as the old man’s beard, yet vivid as the young man’s wall.

The old man’s stare. The one stare that crosses oceans, and borders, and travels through time. Usually to the past. But he looks in someone’s eyes.

The young man’s stare. The present is too bright to be seen; the future, too dark.

White paint. White bricks.

White wall.

22
Sep
08

Move, but stay still

Ghost teleportationThis is not new, I’m sorry. I’m just depleting my very resourceful list of excuses before I start doing something important for Wednesday. Wednesday? Oh I still have a lot of time to kill.
According to a friend, this earned me a “starter philosopher’s award”. Oh well.

Jul 30 2008, 19h08

I told you. You’ve gotta move, but stay still.
No matter what you think, or what you think you think. People think and you’ll never be able to know what they think. People trust and you’ll never be able to know in what they trust.
People are strange. Stranger than they look like. Stranger than you yourself, for times.
Great deal, when everything seems to crumble. When your life becomes a humongous mambo-jambo.
Just move. Move, but stay still. You may fool others, but you can’t fool yourself.
Forget, but remember. Be mean, but mean to be good. Be good, but mean to be mean. Be mean just for the sake of being mean.
Be sad and keep smiling. Be happy and pretend you’re said.
Let go, but keep the good memories, and lose your mind. Don’t let go, and lose your mind anyways.
Have hope, even though you know it’s useless.
Smile back to children and old people smiling to you: they say both old people and small children can sense goodness in people better than anyone. I want to believe that. Who doesn’t.
Why do they keep smiling to me, when I don’t feel like smiling at all anymore.
Why is it like running a marathon, and standing still at the same time.

Just move, run, stride in the direction that seems right. Just stay, wait, wait for things to come, everything has the right time.

19
Sep
08

About looking in someone’s eyes

Sky in the eyeI remember the feeling, of looking in your eyes. While you were looking into mine.
Lights were pale, we inhaled only smoke and no air.
Still, we were there.
I saw inside of you. I’ve been there, in the immensitude of your eyes. I felt lost in an infinite sea. Lost, but never afraid. Something insistently kept me from drowning. For the first time.
And you’ve been here. You’ve stepped in a room that didn’t even exist. You knocked on a door, completely forgotten within shadow and darkness. Blew the dust away, and found someone. Someone who never had a face. Until then.
It was… you. And in your eyes, a tiny version of me. And in my eyes, a tiny version of you.