I am the earth without endless flowers
I see that hubris oriented endless towers,
The differential diagnosis is Hubris
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The gray man hardly sited
So he was in his bed all day.
Knowing it was not the healthiest way.
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Waking in the only space
Of an empty room of you
Reminiscent rags of dreams
Recherche du temps répété.
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Your stood by me more times than I can imagine.
You gave me the urge to live only not to disappoint
you
My friend stood as my blank point,
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I used to stand, sit or lay
And see the clouds traveling
O so blue was the sky.
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Dear hipotetical lover
I really need of tolerance and acceptance
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Tu Tua Nemesis
Se uma triste apologia
Escopo desta, se revelasse
Numa palavra do Lusitano Léxico,
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There's a blackboard behind a dream
Full of equations as developments,
Full of math of how to renew a stream,
There's a need to maintain our natural world
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Untitled chain of inappropriate causation,
Unclassified extent of the scent of completion,
You are the axe attacking my trunk
I that may be many things, not easily a monk.
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How much importance is given.
To Satan, the son of God,
Whomever
To a hierarchy of nothing,
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Not so cool not so groovy, old labels in cold marble
I would like to like my style, to release my bile
Become the fun that is still there under the rabble
But baby, something in my lonely bed
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The morning is alive outside
While inside time future waits languidly
For personality to take a side,
The quiet expiration or a moving nation
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All you had and cannot see,
All they said you could be
Down you meet the wild tide's rising
At Mont Saint-Michel hell in no time,
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Every single day of boredom is light
As the shadows cast by others are tight
Around our inner beauty, we feel sorrow
For them, poor souls, poor them
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I always got tears in my bones, dry as they appear
I often got cockroaches under my skin, dry as it is,
And I stand up to them, without a real humid tear.
And my cold slumber turns into fire, dreadful as is.
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Why choose a letter that dresses like Caesar,
While waiting for the Galia chronics wars forever?
While quitting before feeling the legs of a Centurion
After a daylong walk, a strategic talk, drunk as ever?
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Nicolai, who has read about thousand and a interrogation night,
Rimsky, who has laughed and learned with Assam and the vent
Korsakov, allow me under your tent.
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Asking without answer; in between; restlessness. Conscious? The Hard problem isn't so hard, all of me, can't you see? Tanta sordidez, tanta melancolia, amor, tanta miopia, misantropia, que assombra a aura de todo o nosso dia. É a simples expressão ou perversão do tema, por vezes adverso à pena, que é a tal poesia? Se a não encontras hoje vais dar uma cabeçada nela, Um Dia, ao virar uma esquina de concreto, Na busca de um 'Sê reto! ' No almejo de um direto, Ou no afrontar duma vida, na languidez, no medo da alegria na tua biografia.
Flowers Of Incertainty
I am the earth without endless flowers
I see that hubris oriented endless towers,
The differential diagnosis is Hubris
Death, Hades, Caronte, you can survive
What purpose will thee search deep in me?
Alliteration, alienation, altercation,
Praise for an inexistent Nation….
Flowers of youth, genius unmapped,
Awake and give me your tears,
Actually those I tear when consider you,
I repeat, unmapped, able to be.
And be free of all your previous fears.
Words untamed,
Worlds intimacy,
Praise for thorn trees,
The one, your bees,
Magical works of unraveled
Molecular biology
Quantum Computers, how many Qbits?
Is there a solution for antithetical androgyny?
Le concept d'horizon de réalité chez Gonseth « Les résultats précédents ont une valeur qui dépasse le cadre de la géométrie. Ils concernent l'ensemble de la connaissance, nous voulons dire l'état dans lequel toute connaissance se présente à nous, à un instant déterminé: rien ne nous autorise à penser que notre connaissance, même à ses dernières frontières, soit davantage qu'un horizon de connaissance; que les dernières « réalités » que nous ayons conçues soient davantage qu'un horizon de réalité. » Ferdinand Gonseth, La géométrie et le problème de l'espace, pp. IV-46 (310) Éditions du Griffon, Neuchâtel (1949)
Reality is only a Rorschach ink-blot, you know.
So the bodhisattva saves all beings, not by preaching sermons to them, but by showing them that they are delivered, they are liberated, by the act of not being able to stop changing. Alan Watts
We cannot be more sensitive to pleasure without being more sensitive to pain. Alan Watts