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JoaoRodrigues
everything we do has to be uncommitted it is so to escape influence glory and pride a phrase written in the sand, waiting to be cleared by the upcoming wave a piece of cardboard near a dumpster in the back alley of the place you go to earn a living, picked, and used to write some words in between smokes at the ten-minute break, later dumped, and stumbled upon, lost in the dirt, forever one of those might be found by the chances of the universe, and that's the way the universe gives us our genuine created value
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Feb 25, 2023
Feb 25, 2023 at 7:54 AM UTC
true creation
this new age search for 'collecting of experiences' is no more than an image to be created by the self. it's an image of a complete individual, an image to be sold in the desirable markets. it's a barrier to truth, truth which is beyond description, beyond recollection, beyond recognition, beyond label, and therefore beyond experience. truth only is in a state of awareness; is the state of a child looking at a tree... always fresh, always new, unbiased, unexperienced, full of life.
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Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 3:18 AM UTC
experience
last night it was softly raining during the summer solstice, creating a strange heavy atmosphere. i took a shower, looking trough the small bathroom window- watching the mountain, the fog in the high trees, it looked like the forest was breathing. the birds were all hurried up to get to their nests, their refuge from the night. i went to bed early, closed the curtains and watched the evading light on the celling, and on the floor. i waited, watched the light slowly ceasing to pitch-black. i imagined that outside was a danger zone, was the realm of the monsters, and all the creatures of the night. my bedroom was my safe zone, hidden under the soft blankets, like the birds in their nest.
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Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 5:37 AM UTC
a rainy night in the summer solstice
contrary to popular belief, a marriage can endure under love, or hate. what keeps it going is the same for both cases. it's the things about the other that you don't tell. you don't speak about 'love', and you don't speak about 'hate' either.
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Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 4:39 AM UTC
marriage
people's greatest fear is dying before the tomorrow they're preparing now becomes their now their tomorrow's will always be preceded by another tomorrow, and their now will never be now they gather all sorts of things: knowledge, wealth, reputation, confidence; all so they can tomorrow, be able to accept or change 'what is' 'what is' is always, eternally now- the thing which neither comes into being nor perishes, without beginning, or end, reborn moment to moment
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Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 8:29 AM UTC
fear
my grandfather was a sweetheart he died in pain at home at the age of sixty six with a colostomy bag hanging while his wife, my grandmother, made him work in those fields all morning long one night he got home- drunk to: 'where were you, you drunk fool?' he slapped her back in the time hitting a woman was the thing to do she didn't forget, forty years later she hasn't forgot, that drunk slap the expression: 'vengeance is better served cold' was first spoken by a man and performed by a woman
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Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 7:19 AM UTC
grandfather
there is only one question to be asked. it's the first question. it's the question, you constantly asked when you began talking – why? if you keep the question between your lips, like before, no door will be closed, no truth will be preached.
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Feb 19, 2021
Feb 19, 2021 at 11:56 AM UTC
question
there's only one sentence that worth the saying in all the vocabulary, in all the dialect we have learned. that sentence is: i don't know.
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Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 11:40 AM UTC
it
winter morning; vived blue sky hidden with a spread of white, and some gray a small, gentle waterfall intermingles a riverstream guided by old, dramatic, crooked trees that bend touching the water; a green field at the other bank corners it all a small, light bird lands on top of one of the trees at a small breeze the bird departs across the green field one strong wingbeat – breeze softly carries another wingbeat – go with the flow
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Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 7:51 AM UTC
flow
for those who live in the realm of imagination, dreaming... don't be ashamed to reside in the hope, in the innocence a false hope, a life lived with a illusion, is always better than waking up to a disappointment that once was your utopia a human achievement is always preceded with the hope of something else... there's no something else.
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Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 9:54 AM UTC
dream