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"One can't believe impossible things," Alice said." I daresay you haven't had much practice," said t

About Me

I film passionately people in their real life, talking about their dreams, hopes, fears and sorrows, performing their arts and skills, and mixing reality and dream so as it always is.CURRENT MOON moon phase info

My Interests

Arts and education.

I'd like to meet:

People that master the art of listening to others. A damn rare, rare thing...

Music:

I like very much. sometimes I prefer the silence. Thought silence is something I can't have at all...

Television:

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Books:

The books I've read over and over and probably will read again: bandonion schule fuer 104 - bis 144toenige Instrumente; The man who calculated by Malba Tahan; Federico Garcia Lorca, obras completas; Thousand and one nights, arabic tales; Fictions, by Jorge Luís Borges; Journey to Ixtlan, by Carlos Castañeda; Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There, by lewis carrol; Dandelion Wine, by Ray Bradbury; The Wind's Twelve Quarters, by Ursula K. Le Guin; Time enough for love, by Robert A. Heinlein; The Open Work and Travels in Hyperreality, by Umberto Eco; Camera Lucida, by Roland Barthes; The white birds, by H.B. Yeats; O memorial do convento, by José Saramago; A Brief storie of everything, by Ken Wilber; Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry into Values, by Robert M. Pirsig; a couple of others I can't remember right now.

Heroes:

certainly not this guys in the picture, up for a violent demonstration as tibetan monks...

My Blog

Recomeça Sempre

    Recomeça&Se puderes,Sem angústia e sem pressa.E os passos que deres, nesse caminho duroDo futuro, dá-os em liberdade.Enquanto não alcancesNão descanses.De nenhum fruto queiras a met...
Posted by quasar on Tue, 01 Jul 2008 11:28:00 PST

Dor residencial

  Uma dor residencial é uma espécie de tinnitus da alma. Tal como acontece aos nervos do ouvido interno, que passam a transmitir sempre ao cérebro a informação do som que os marcou, ter uma dor r...
Posted by quasar on Mon, 30 Jun 2008 01:49:00 PST

o trovador ao luar

  Perdido de encanto está   Tocando bens e desditas   A quem canta já não vê   O mundo passa correndo   Vem da Terra   Vem no Vento   Vem-lhe dos dedos tocando  ...
Posted by quasar on Sat, 28 Jun 2008 01:42:00 PST