Life has funny ways to show us the way. Signs. Presences and absences. Dreams. It’s not the destination but the journey. It’s not what we see but what we feel. How we feel and perceive it. Not easy to choose, to decide, to trust the movement of life. Eyes shut, breathing, silencing the noisy mind and allowing the air to invade your skin, your pores and lungs. What is the elephant in your room? What does it mean to you? How to deal with it? Pure mystery and yet plenty of possibilities.
Inquietação e paz
Cadeiras e janelas
Cortinas e chaminés
Noite, lua, estrelas
Coleção de pingüins.
A liberdade permite pintar (e viver) o que eu bem quiser.
A vida é cheia de escolhas.
Não há certo ou errado, há possibilidades.
E a pintura é o extremo da liberdade.
E isso é sempre, sempre bom!
Even at 3:12 am I find it difficult to focus or to let go.
I am constantly forcing myself to fit in and doing what is right.
Maybe there is no right.
Maybe all my efforts to please everyone else but me were just the evidence of my inaptitude for life.
Maybe it’s time to accept that there is no sign of sanity on living, specially when trying to follow the crowd. Most of people out there are even more insane than I could ever be, even if I tried.
There’s no reason to wish for safety or sense. Choices are mere circumstances and not life statements.
Nothing lasts long enough in life to be worth all this sacrifice.
Life is such an ephemeral existence in time.
I don’t believe I will ever understand it all at all.
There is something wrong with life when we have to be careful on living.
There is too much bitterness and foolishness falling off peoples mouths lately.
And that shit is usually not only falling carelessly, but being thrown at each other.
Arrogance is despicable and unfortunately much more ordinary than it should be.
What makes one think that he/she is better than anyone else?
Why can’t people see the beauty of diversity and carry on their own lifes without comparison, prejudice and arrogance?
People, in general, are very disappointing and annoying.
I am glad I have art in my life to overcome need of human contact.
The ones that stay are usually really worth having around in my life.
You know who you are.
And no, it’s not you whom I am talking about.
It’s general, it’s a thought and not a personal critic.
It’s about very familiar apartheids that happens to happen.
Let’s live and let live.
Simple does it.
12.12.12
Something is starting
Something is relating
Something is expanding
Something is ending
1+2+1+2+1+2=9
9+anynumber you add up = the number you add up
That means you are free to add up
Whatever you want on your life
Add love
Peace
Wealth
Health
Beauty
It’s time:
Choose happiness.
A quiet place to rest.
It’s all that is needed at times.
Silence is a supreme gift at troublesome moments.
The perfect song for this moment:
How – John Lennon
How can I go forward when I don’t know which way I’m facing?
How can I go forward when I don’t know which way to turn?
How can I go forward into something I’m not sure of?
Oh no, oh no
How can I have feeling when I don’t know if it’s a feeling?
How can I feel something if I just don’t know how to feel?
How can I have feelings when my feelings have always been denied?
Oh no, oh no
You know life can be long
And you got to be so strong
And the world is so tough
Sometimes I feel I’ve had enough
How can I give love when I don’t know what it is I’m giving?
How can I give love when I just don’t know how to give?
How can I give love when love is something I ain’t never had?
Oh no, oh no
You know life can be long
You’ve got to be so strong
And the world she is tough
Sometimes I feel I’ve had enough
How can we go forward when we don’t know which way we’re facing?
How can we go forward when we don’t know which way to turn?
How can we go forward into something we’re not sure of?
Oh no, oh no…
Listen here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wq7jLEnZw6s&feature=colike
Vejo contraste em tudo que olho.
A cor se opõe ao vazio
a luz à escuridão
Polaridades
Dicotomias
Policromias
Oposições
Um perene nojo no ar
Uma náusea insistente
Do que é mas não deveria.
Do fofo, doce, lindo, aconchegante
Borrado (intencionalmente) com petróleo
A aflição do inevitável
O desencanto
A realidade.
O que é realidade?
O que é dor?
O que temos para hoje?
As long as I remember
I have not been good to myself
I forgot how many times I ignored my needs
My feelings, my wishes, myself.
I have had a life full of priorities
And I was never one of them
A life in fear, a life in guilt
Sensations of everlasting emptiness
Sorrow without any apparent reason
Loneliness, sorrounded by people
No one, ever, really met me.
I live in doubt
I don’t trust
I don’t believe in relationships.
Yes, it’s much easier to pretend
It is easier to love the beautiful
Funnier to deal with good and nice.
I am not easy, beautiful, fun, good nor nice.
Deal with it. Or don’t. I don’t care.
Priority, from now on, is to do whatever I always did
But only regarding my own good and satisfacion
Enough of pleasing others
Enough of fitting in
I had it.
The spoilt child was never spoilt
She was scared and unsure
She was not a priority, even when she should have been.
Then, in order to get some attention
i gave it all to eveybody else
Except to myself.
That was my mistake among others
My unaware miss-use of priority.
Awareness is not an easy thing to reach
But priority is mandatory if you want it.
luciana mariano 