I dreamed I could dream

I dreamed I wasn't the only one, but that other people shared of similar dreams to mine. For years, many dreams stayed asleep in some corner of my heart. I dreamed that feeling of incompleteness one day would pass. And it passed.

I dreamed through some books and one of them joined two dreamers. Together they dreamed and lived.

They dreamed they could dream together. They dreamed the true friendship could exist and neither the distance could be able to separate two soul-mates. Although it hasn't evolved besides a friendship, even if because it was impossible their love to become carnal, she was his soul-mate during some years.

They dreamed they could dream even if reality was hard. They knew that when things started to get hard, they could count on each other because they dreamed they could be themselves, without modesty, without fears. They dreamed they could be human, they could make mistakes, they could laugh and cry. They dreamed they could be free to dream and to love.

They dreamed together when they rediscovered old songs and shared all the feelings they felt when listening to them. They dreamed when sharing together their memories, their history, their nostalgia. They dreamed together they could share their wishes. They dreamed together by appreciating art, architecture and decoration. They dreamed of unconditional love. They dreamed they would be stuck for ever and that their friendship were the truer, the more intense they have ever had even by distance. They dreamed they could trust on each other by opening their hearts in the most pure and sincere way.

They dreamed they could dream. They dreamed that the other would have always a palette to color the gray days. They dreamed the other would have always warm words of hope to the coldness of the world. They dreamed they would have always a shelter to the horror of the unpleasant truth. They dreamed love was the most powerful might of the universe and that it by itself was already enough.

But that period of stagnation of horror changed the things and little by little they were getting away from each other. And then, everything changed.

Dreaming became ridiculous, pathetic and all that you trusted was analyzed, judged and used against you.

No, you can't dream anymore. You can't anymore to tell and ask no one the other how was your day; nobody wants to know about your boring life. No, you can't anymore have fears and weaknesses. Suffocate yourself! Keep your problems to you because nobody wants to know about them and nobody is guilty if you are coward and weak. If you are sad, keep your sadness to you because nobody likes negative people and is obligated to help you. No, friendships isn't for the bad times, but only for the good ones. Please, be a nice person because I'm not obligated to tolerate or accept your imperfections. No, you are no longer to be free to be yourself; please, either you add positive things to my life, or leave me. No, I won't miss you and I don't want to know about you anymore, goodbye and be happy.

I dreamed I could trust. I dreamed I could be me, without fears, without shame and be loved and accepted anyway. I dreamed I could dream.

What's happening to Brazil?

The world might be flabbergasted about the protests that have been occurring in Brazil in the recent days. How is it possible during the FIFA Confederations Cup that people are not adorning their homes and streets with green and yellow to support the Brazilian National Football Team?

The problem is that Brazil has been just like this: keeping the image of the “glad fool” for the world. Hardly we have another image different from the “Football Nation”, pretty women and samba having always that marvelous Rio de Janeiro as a post card.

(No, we are not happy as in this FIAT ad shows)

The reason of the popular uprising wasn't just the increase of the bus fares in the city of São Paulo, but also all the money spent to organize the FIFA's Confederations and World Cup, besides a succession of absurd political decisions.

The Brazilian people were (and they still are) tired. People was not consulted if they wanted to host the FIFA mega events as well as the Olympics. Initially, the federal government had said that the fund money would come from private funds but, it ended up paying the major part of the football venues and infrastructure works. It was spent billions of reais (for more precise numbers, please search over the internet) in theses works while the investments in public education, health and security were minimum. During the construction works, government has approved several laws for them to fit the FIFA exigences. Besides they got late, many of the infrastructure ones barely were finish and even came out from the project. As all of this wasn't enough, several poor families who lived close to the football venues were forced to leave their homes. And finally, TV ads and the biggest TV broadcaster of Brazil asked the people to positively impress the foreign tourists, it means, for FIFA the government did all they could and for Brazilians, they barely did something.

Differently of the fake image that Brazil tries to sell as if everybody was smiling and happy, the truth is completely different. Brazilian aren't necessarily depressive, but they do suffer, it doesn't matter if they are poor or “rich” (as the middle class is usually classed). They suffer at the chaotic traffic spending about 2 or 3 hours per day at their cars or at a crowded and abusively expensive traffic mean of transportation. They suffer face to criminality having to jail themselves behind high walls. They suffer with a precarious public education were the teachers are receive low salaries, the same we can say of the public health were doctors and hospital rooms are not enough and so people crowd the hospital corridors. Who can pay for it, pay a high price and who can't suffers by having to use the public services.

The government argues that there isn't money to invest in these services, but how could they fund the coasts of the FIFA events, for example? Brazilian pay high taxes for every little thing. Money is something that we don't are in need, but the problem is that it is concentrated in the hands of very few people and it is traditionally stolen and poorly invested by our corrupt politicians.

The fact is that the Brazilian people has finally “waken up”. A people that formerly held on passively all the absurd and limited themselves to complain on Facebook and Twitter is now coming out from their computers and going to the streets.

It doesn't mean, of course, that a revolution is about to happen. What the Brazilians want are not the spotlights of the world for hosting the World Cup or having a powerful economy, but they are demanding quality of life and political seriousness.

Unfortunately, there's a big chance of the protests not succeed (just like in Syria that is experiencing a war for over 2 years). We are living in a atmosphere of political polarization, what's not good for the people. Although few Brazilian are politically engaged, they had batter to leave their passions aside and analyze the political background more rationally. It doesn't matter if president Dilma Rousseff was booed or if José Serra was hit by a paper ball. Neither PSDB nor PT, not even any political party have being work seriously for the political moralization and the fight against corruption. What we have seen, for decades, was a merely political war were politicians seem to concern mainly about party loyalty issues and electoral rules, and they also unite themselves to raise their own salary and benefits (that are many) while an ordinary worker has to make miracles with a salary of US$ 2,000 or less having to pay for their housing, food and transportation. And the laws for the people? And when they decided to vote for something related to people, the laws are those written by the religious parties concerned in pursuing homosexuals and obligate them to hide again in their ghettos in order not to shock the intolerant ones that feel offended by others' happiness.

Anyway, the problems of Brazil are many and extremely complex. If people didn't keep engaged into politics in a less passionate way and more rational, and if they don't protest always something absurd is voted, this national mobilization may be in vain. And the more important, it can't be summed up in a childish war between suffering poor people against the evil middle class, but it have to be a fight for rights of everyone, it doesn't matter their social class, color of their skin, religion, sexuality or whatever.

Conceptions of forgiveness

The dictionaries bring us the meanings of the words, but the conceptions varies from person to person, from culture to culture. People have different views about everything that involves people's feelings, beliefs and expectations. For example, for some people it's ok to be cheated as long as you love and feel loved by the cheater, while it's unforgiving for others.

This is a text about forgiveness.

Some people treat the gesture of forgiving as something banal because “forgiving sets one free”. Ok, sometimes it does but should we understand that forgiving is something with no value? Of course not! The one who forgives as he says “good morning” should not be surprised for being fooled all the time by everyone.

On the other hand, we have to ponder because we also can' t think that forgiving is something too precious. We have to pay close attention if we are not being bitter or too hard. Everybody will have a bruised ego in some moment of life so, get mature, try to understand that people are not perfect and they fail.

And then we finally face that (rare) moment when someone asks you to forgive whatever wrong they did. What to do?

Here people applies what they feel, not exactly what they say or understand as “right”. Everyone knows the intensity of the pain they felt. What really hurts someone, may not even bother another one, so people should try to have some empathy and being understanding. This is hard! At the same time people should have the tact to deal with others, they have to be mature to recognized when they behaved as someone selfish and immature.

It's unforgiving mean to hurt and being blind to recognized how you was evil. It's also unforgiving playing with the feelings of the people that really like you and you know it, and as long as you know it, you play with them because you enjoy being sadistic.

And sometimes, there's no need to say “I forgive you”. Some people don't deserve the decency of being told that. People did forgive without saying a word, but they want to be far from the one who did something evil. That's why some rapprochements never have an answer.

And the fact that it doesn't have an answer doesn't mean that hurt one is still resentful. Not exactly. There are some stories that will never go ahead because they get always stuck on the same fights, the same jokes of a spoiled child. And of course people change, just like their thoughts, their attitudes, their passions and what they liked in the past, they may not like anymore today or in the future.

And finally, never expect to restore a situation when someone forgives you. People may forget your words, but they'll never forget how you made them feel, specially if once they liked you and the saw deep in your eyes that you did mean to hurt to please your selfish desire of being adored as a god.

ALANIS MORISSETTE – Win and Win

Seach for freedom

You were in peace while the world was in a war. Both armies wanted you to join one of them. Flags everywhere. Someone pushes you to raise a flag ‘cause raising a flag is cool and a symbol of commitment to causes that will change the world! If you don’t raise a flag, the world will get upside down just because of your cowardice and egoism. Then your conscience pushes you to raise a flag and finally you raise a flag.

But there are too many flags to raise, to many causes to fight for. The war never ends and you get frequently angry about everything and everyone. It’s tiring to be in a war. Whatever this war is.

Peace starts upon you. Maybe this is the prophylaxis for any problem that may come. If you are in peace, why would you fight, why you get old and stressed unnecessarily? Some people are so good, so concerned in doing the good for other people that they sacrifice their peace for then and sometimes, they sacrifice themselves; their beliefs, their views, their hope in people and humanity. That’s the time when another war starts, a harder on: within you!

And then you may think that you are being selfish, but this is nothing but a measure of self-love and self-protection. Why would you sacrifice your short life for people that don’t even recognize the efforts you did? Soldiers die in vain and people are fighting and getting enemies of each other just because they have different views.

Does it worth to fight for a cause that’s not yours just because you are pushed to raise flag? Does it worth to sacrifice your peace for things you weren’t used to care, but you felt the necessity of changing the world because this act became a motto on the online young generation? Does it worth to discolor what’s colored just because someone told you the colors weren’t real? Does it worth being so aggressive and incisive all the time even with people that used to love you?

You got lost!

You got lost in the moment you started trying to impress people you didn’t even know and like. You wanted to find love by changing and hiding your essence to please others and then perhaps you could be happier. Can you see you relied your happiness upon a Savior? You weren’t yourself and you felt imprisoned all the time, constantly angry, constantly confused, constantly alone and performatic.

Set yourself free and fight for find peace for you. And finally your life may get better. Be humble to recognize and accept your mistakes and imperfections. Stop behaving like a fool that believes in everything and everyone or the opposite; a person who doesn’t believe in anything more. Start accepting yourself and mainly, loving yourself.

When you are in peace with yourself, when you don’t expect anything more and is willing to live the day in a simple way instead of having an amazing, incredible, breathtaking day performatic day, you may discover the true meaning of peace of spirit. And peace of spirit is the best feeling one can feel; all the others come behind.

NOTE: The correct name of the song above is “Someday”.

The one once I was

Wrote one, wrote two, wrote three, wrote four. All the texts were to the garbage can. What to talk about then? Maybe a small note is enough to mask the laziness because it stimulates the exercising of thinking and reading the between lines. Better texts I have when I'm taking a shower or trying to sleep but when I come here, the white seems to vanish with all my thoughts.

I was trying to write about becoming someone once I was. Not in a nostalgic way, but remembering good traces of my personality that I had lost someway, somehow and how it made me feel sick. Summarizing, there are people that appear in our lives to suck the best of us and we start to become negative and evil as they are. Then we must shake ourselves to wake up from this real nightmare. It's essential for us to learn with our mistakes and keep in mind that every single one is the only one who can write his own fate. While we don't learn it, we are likely to live unpleasant situations frequently.

But I'm not willing to talk about bad things, love and any suffering issue because it sucks and I'm already tired of it. I always knew that life isn't easy and fair, but it doesn't make it less pretty. Life is gift, don't want to waste it looking for Saviors. Save yourself first respecting you and the people around. Avoid everything that makes you feel bad. With the lemons you have, make a lemonade. These are the advices I would like to give to you.

And I'll start to keep my thoughts and feeling on my mind and maybe someday I leak some of them, disguised through the between lines of my texts. I can't assure anything because I'm not forever the same.

Too much information, less ponderation

There are some things that must be said again. It's hard to make yourself be understood sometimes, right? Sometimes you may wonder if the world is upside down or if it was always this way. You may think you're thinking arrogantly, committing a crime thought, when you not only realize that several people are extremely stupid as well as you realize that they are really this way. All your dreams of a better world are broken into pieces. Should then we stop dreaming and aiming to build a new world?

No. The question is that we have to ponder about our and others' attitudes. And pondering is something that people seem to have forgotten or never seen on the pages of a dictionary. We see duality in almost everything, everywhere. Maybe this is a reflexion of our laziness or even incapacity or fear to think on our own.

We live in a time that people have a waterfall of information over the internet but they are still alienated to what they see on TV or read on newspapers and magazines. Are journalists philosophers, gods of truth? Is journalism that trustworthy people think it is? Should we stop believing them? No, as long as pay close attention to their intentions and ponder of the facts they present. Maybe this lack of ethics in journalism reflects a society that have a poor education and take every headline as a irrefutable truth. The journalists are their conductors.

People may behave in an arrogant way just because they read some books, specially some written by respected worldwide philosophers. People may read but not catch the essence. You also may haven't read a book in your whole life and be as intelligent as someone graduated in philosophy. Arrogance is nothing but a reflection of someone that relies on people's view of himself, of a society that is too concerned in what you seem to be, not in what you really are, think and feel. Should then we stop concerning of what people may think of us? Not exactly. Let's ponder!

We are living in a time that we have chew information for us just assume them as correct. What's wrong and what's right? Who said that and what was their intention? It was for everybody's good or some people good? We should start thinking not only about the world but mainly about ourselves. Why is self-criticism seen as something negative, as if the one who practices this exercises doesn't love himself? Being humble became a sin? Why do we have to always show to people that we born to impress them?

I insist: we have to ponder of everything and the concepts of everything: right, wrong, good, evil, etc. People are behaving mechanically, like computers. They download packages of ideologies and philosophies. They don't think of it, they don't contest the controversies. They are unable to think independently and dare to think differently. They don't have the guts to see inconvenient truths and give up of their blind and comfortable passions. They are too concerned about their image face to the society even when they say they aren't.

And finally they are used to complain about the world they are living today. Blind ones. They can't notice that the world is the “shit” they say it became because people are too concerned in impressing others. If they could think, if they could ponder, maybe we could live in a better world.

The chic tragedy

Everything's image. We know beauty calls attention and everybody wants to feel pretty. If it wasn't for that, it wouldn't make sense taking a shower, brushing the hair, clipping the fingernails, dressing clean clothes, working out, etc. It's not only a matter of health, but is a matter of esthetic too. There's no problem in wishing to feel prettier or feeling attraction for what's beautiful; the problem is when someone has the beauty as its single talent, or when the beauty is offensive for people who are (or think they are) ugly due to their inferiority complex and laziness to take care of their appearance.

The attraction to the beauty is not only resumed to the physical of some people, but for the beauty in general. It includes richness and power too. Some of the recent tragedies have shown how much people are obsessed by the triad beauty-richness-power. We can talk about two kinds of TV shows very successful in Brazil: soap operas and reality shows. The competitors of a reality show are young, rich and pretty – the ideal standard of beauty – and the audience are, usually, the contrary of them. The soap operas and even the Brazilian literature focus, mainly, on a bourgeoisie family dramas.

Now speaking of an issue that the Brazilian media loves to sell (tragedies) even of the false people's commotion that pretend sadness to hide their fixation for them, we have several examples of what can be called “the chic tragedy”.

The case of Isabela Nardoni girl would have caused that national commotion if she wasn't a pretty girl from a middle class family? What it would be if she was a black, not very pretty and daughter of a poor family, thrown from a flagstone of the slum house, would she have caused similar commotion? Why the “handsome beggar” from Curitiba could mobilize the social networks to localize his family and “touched” these people due to his problems with drugs? Why the several ugly, dirty, drugged and drunk beggars that sleep in the streets couldn't touch these people so “human” of the social networks if it is some much easier to find them even in small cities? Why is it so common to see an U18 boy being treated as a condemned criminal in national network while he is just alleged, specially if he is black and poor? Why doesn't it exist a pre-condenation of the media when the criminal is a TV host that refuses to do the breathalyser test, when a group of young boys set fire to a indigenous man, or when middle class teenagers rape a girl? Why the violence against homosexuals causes revolt on the social networks only when the violated guy are handsome and masculine, while the ugly and queer one is a reason of laugh even for the gays?

And what about in the international level, would the 9/11 attacks have the traditional worldwide morbid annual highlight from the media if they had happened in a country that isn't very expressive economical and culturally in global level like Somalia? Why does the hurricane Sandy called so much attention of the international and Brazilian media if similar bigger and worse tragedies like this are used to happen every year in Southeast Asia? Why the recent shooting in an American school “touched” so much the people worldwide? The Realengo school shooting didn't touch the world in the same way and there isn't a sick tradition in the international media of speaking of the anniversary of the tragedy every single year.

The fixation of the society goes much beyond of the physical beauty. Even their brotherhood is conditioned to it. The “chic tragedy” shows how the humanity feeling is selective: what involves pretty, rich and powerful people or things, touches; what involves ugly, poor and powerless people or things, doesn't touch or is conveniently ignored. The chic tragedy shows how much people can be superficial and futile, even when try their best to hide it due to their obsession for their image face to society. The chic tragedy shows us how the evil got banal and how the people are hypocrite when trying to pretend sadness when, actually they are sadist and nourish a real obsession for other's pain and failure?

The torturous act of thinking and loving

The supposed end of the world is coming. In about three weeks, there will be a true deluge of shared crap images on Facebook. There will be a deluge of worthless and sensationalist news reports establishing terror seeking for high TV ratings. And there will be religious bigots selling plots on Heaven, self-flagellating or even committing suicide. And in this atmosphere of chaos and bizarreness we could reflect a little about the human race.

What today's man changed faced to those from the Ancient Egypt, Greece, Rome, Middle Age or Modern Age? Except for the development of the sciences and technology, maybe just a little in what concerns to civility. It may sound an exaggeration, but are we really more civilized, more critical, more intelligent?

Let's look around us. Is slavery really over or does it only changed the name to wage labor? Did we really acquired more political powers or are we being modeled by a culture that dictates how we should think and express ourselves? Does democracy really exist or is it just a fallacy because the population doesn't take part of politics and their single effective political power is voting? If we are rational, why do we consume by the necessity of having a succeed life instead of a good life? Why do we destroy the nature? Why do we see people starving, murdering, suffering and our maximum gesture is disguising pity and crying tears of vapor?

We are getting stupid, we are decaying, we are boiling down to and treating people as things, objects. The word “humanity” should be banned of the dictionaries by the group of the language control: it has a pejorative connotation due to its association to a specie that destroys nature, the other animals and themselves.

It lacks love to the world. It lacks courage to the world. It lacks respect to the world. It lacks the minimum of intelligent to feel besides their bellies to the world. I just would like to live in a world that worked properly and not where even the most basic thing – thinking and loving – the man haven't learned yet.

Alienation is a shelter

Study. Work. Create. Don't think. Get busy. It makes you feel well. Doing nothing is doing ill. It's not worthy thinking too much. Maybe this what they call destiny. And destiny is not written at all, but sketched and it's up to you erasing some lines and rewrite them. It demands much patience aiming a goal, an ideal that is converted to personal satisfaction and therefore, in a new sensation of happiness. But it lasts too much and it's tiring. So don't think. Study, work, create, keep the mind busy. Alienation is a shelter. This way you don't think bullshit. This way you don't keep self-destructing. This way you conserve that reserve of hopes that your anxiety and desperation have been consuming as long as you get older.

And I Will Kiss by Underworld by HollyBanks

Team Captain Planet

Then she got off of the car dressed elegantly, put her sunglasses and lit a cigar. But immediately the noise of the bus stopping at the bus station suddenly woke up her to her ordinary and banal reality. She had got a place to sit down doing so much effort and remained there, compressed between the window and the obese lady witch blubber worked as a pillow. It was what she had thought and her siren of morality sounded in her conscience, censoring her because the word “blubber” sounds extremely offensive when related to an obese person. She would call her “fat”, but the siren of morality would condemn her even more. She was getting pissed off of this constant self-vigilance that repressed her all the time, obligating her to think about the etymology of every single word in order to not be condemned as a terrible human being full of despicable prejudices.

She no longer felt free to be the one she was. She felt someone molded. In an informal conversation with an acquainted guy she met in college that called her attention, not only by his physic but also for having an “air” of cult person, she heard a subtle moral lesson when she used the word “blacken”. That dishearten her tremendously. She was told that blacken means “to turn black”, in a negative direct relation to black people. She wasn't racist, but the simple fact of unknowing the origin of the word blacken made her racist, even in a veiled way. It seemed that either she adapted herself to the politically correct, that she used to compare to 1984's George Orwell Thoughtcrime, or she would be obligated to be stoned with speeches of perfect world, flowered, full of fluffy and jumping rabbits with a rainbow in the background that only wasn't real because people full of prejudices like her existed on the Earth.

She decided to remain quiet. She would love to send that people to hell, but she preferred to behave morally and hold her swear words to her, therefore, who uses verbal violence loses the reason and blablabla. She felt no more free to swear!

The worse was that she was seeing lots of people taking part into this committed to a cause group. She didn't know if it was a kind of moral coercion or even a trend. Since some time she started observing that there's a way that dictates that all the human kind must be committed with a cause. How isn't committed or criticizes that this commitment is nothing but vanity, to seem more “intelligent” or “cult” or “awesome revolutionary” was considered less deserving of respect according to her observations. And the repulsion shown by the moralist speeches, by the look of disappointment or censor, by the hand in the mouth in an expression of incredulity or horror, by a supposed feeling of “pity”. She was out of this trend and it bothered her. It didn't mean she wanted to take part, but she noticed that people were turning out to be less spontaneous and even more unbearable and boring.

“But what if I the boring one is me? But what it if the problem is me?” she wondered all the time.

Maybe she was. When she tried to join this trend, she felt extremely artificial. Artificial laughs, artificial interests. She didn't feel free anymore to be herself, that one that used swear words sometimes, not too into the etymological meaning of the words, that used politically incorrect words and to not be committed in a cause or slave of her own vanity, desperate to show herself off, sound intelligent and socially responsible, in impressing by wishing a Nobel Prize. She wanted to be “prejudiced”, “ignorant”, “irresponsible” according to the committed guys, but she felt alone being herself. The new order was seeming to be the artificially in its more advanced stage. She used to consider herself as authentic, but it was ugly and something she should be ashamed for.

Anyway, she used to think too much as well and it was another thing that deeply bothered her. Then the best she could do was accepting, trying to ignore, once again compressed in the window by anyone with a large body mass index. Maybe she could fall asleep again upon an area of a great reserve of glycogen and dream of a world in witch people wasn't too neurotic related to language or in going out by flying as Marxist Captain Planet, crazy to save the world of the degradation caused by the capitalist bourgeoisie oppressor and make the heart signal with the hands.

Maybe in the next incarnation

It rains and it's cold outside. I'd like to go down into the layers and layers of blankets. To jump down into a hot water fountain and let me involving, sinking, feeling the heat, feeling its embrace. I'd like to run barefoot through the desert, the dizzy Sun burning my skin, totally dirty of sweat and dust. The hair shaggy.

I'd like to throw out my brain or, at least, give it a break. That's impressing how neither during the sleep it stops, but if it stops, we'll die. But the problem itself is this obsession of wanting answers for everything, of wanting to analyze everything, of wanting to judge everything, of commenting about everything. Oh God, what a boring behavior!

Did we born free or slaves? It doesn't matter wherever we were born: either we adapt to both economic and social order of the standards of success, or we'll be predestined to starve or to be isolated. It's a hard reality to get rid of because the world always was this way.

We were born to die. Religion educates people for the day of their death, and life on Earth becomes just an extensive course to the Heaven's entrance exam. And life passes for those alienated in feeling guilty due their sins. But there's also the religion of success because, in order for us to be happy, we have to accumulate material goods, working hard to achieve richness, impressing the others and then, filling up all of our kinds of emptiness.

Life is short. Too short. We should love and live more. But in this life, we'll work hard because our retirement, in fact, will be in our death. We have time. Maybe in the next incarnation we may love those today we hate or despise, in this life they must suffer because our ego is hurt. Maybe in the next incarnation we may be free from this idiot necessity of salvation and success. Maybe in the next incarnation our hearts may be clean of the current resentments and then, we'll be finally free to love.

Durkheim knew

He had been sent to the Hell on Earth, but he didn't know how exactly he had been there. Everything was wrong, everything used to go wrong. His job was awful and even if he was very talented and creative, he used to be always seen as lazy and opportunist. He felt he hadn't friends because no one showed some sympathy for him. They were all self-seeking that always used to remember him in moments of extreme sadness and, after when they were feeling better, they ran from him as the Devil runs from the cross.

It was like if he had been excluded of the whole process. He swallowed too many things, tried to abstract the grieves, but the polite silence just corroded him, the hate corroded him. He cried of angry. He used to feel too many repressed hate. Why the hell he used to imprison himself in a life that was not his? Why did he receive indifference when he gave love? Why did he see everybody loving to live in that mask ball, in that theater piece of a foreseeable script? He couldn't fool himself. He was out and this isolation was killing him each day, each hour, each second.

Then he decided to accept the lugubrious world where he lived, even he desperately wanted to leave from. He just wanted to be one more, he wanted to be one more alienated, whatever, he just wanted not to feel rejected as he always was. But he discovered he couldn't find fullness even throwing himself spontaneously in the fire of the hell. Damn it! It was like the shitness of his life was a kind of black humor reality show, where he was reason of the laugh of normal and happy people.

He thought it was time to say enough. That he was been extremely altruistic in following the ruined values of justice from a society that avoided him. Why to be good with those that only slight him? Why to smile to those that showed him their middle finger? Why to count till ten when he was cursed in his job by his boss that studied only until the 4th grade? Why to be so nice and correct? Why didn't he fight back?

Then he blew up. He decided to destroy his life at all, doing to deserve all that repulsion he always felt. We would channelize his hate, we would be finally him, would be that mad and dangerous person he was labeled by never spoken words. He would go to the hell, but he wouldn't there by himself.

He robbed a machine-gun from a 14-year-aged trouble kid that was previously stabbed. We went in the fancier mall of the city wearing his best clothes. He bought a ticket to watch a remake of a Disney's fairytale. He entered into the crowded movies room and the machine-gun started to work. Brains flew everywhere and his eyes were shining for the first time in his life. We was born to kill. He felt pleasure in doing that. Everyone would pay with their lives for the sorrow he felt during all those years. The room became a swimming pool of blood and when he prince was about to kiss the Sleeping Beauty, he took off his own life with a shot in his mouth.

A note was found inside his pocket hours later and revealed to the necromaniac media. He had for forgiveness to the victims families, but he had received a divine mission. Necromaniacs demanded the death penalty in Brazil, even the murder had committed suicide. An office was prayed for him. His co-workers were shocked with such a behavior: “he was a very calm person”, they said. But the rotten society was unable to analyze what happened. It was the same society that used to disguise grief and horror by the massacre, but searched on the internet for pictures with their bodies all teared in pieces because it gives them sadistic pleasure. They hadn't notice they were all homicides. They didn't know it because they didn't know who had been Durkheim.

Anger never dies

Life isn't easy. Life isn't fair. Happiness isn't something unreachable, but it doesn't fall from the sky: you must deserve it, you have to fight for it.

Happiness is something everybody searches for. Who would be crazy to seek for unhappiness except for the crazy one? But what's happiness? Few people know, few people understand it because a lot of them think this is an universal concept while, actually, it is subjective.

Performance society tries to standardize this concept and those who lives in the immaturity constantly get frustrated by the constant feeling of unhappiness and emptiness. In this case, happiness isn't in the present time, but either in the future, lying in the hope that someday things will get better, or in the past, a time of sweet memories. This Eros love to the performance blinds and the individual gets incapable of questioning some things about oneself and the world and, consequently, of understanding the misery this one complains so much.

Laziness and cowardice are things so hard to fight against... snapping the bubble and leaving your comfort zone is so hard... “it's so comfortable to be small”, Kant would say... it's so hard to have the attitude to change: change yourself, change one's own reality. It's so much easier to curse and envy. It's so much easier trying to despise other's victories for the miserable of spirit feels less worse when feeling hurt by other's success and happiness.

In order to be happy, or unless feeling happy without appealling to its artificial means like drugs and anti-depressive pills one must, first of all, being humble to recognize one's own imperfections and vulnerabilities. It doesn't mean embracing the fail or being ridiculous. Ridiculous is thinking you're being ridiculous by confessing to yourself your own fears that might sound silly and childish, more ridiculous than this is having the romantic vision of life by thinking that happiness lies in a Hollywoodian amazing life or that is, necessarily, the standard of the society of performance.

Life isn't easy. Life isn't fair. Happiness isn't something unreachable, but it doesn't fall from the sky: you must deserve it, you have to fight for it. It includes some sacrifices and the path to happiness may be, ironically, torturous in the beginning. Leaving the comfort zone never is easy, letting go the tutor's hand and walking in total dark it's quite despairing, but if you want to be free, dare to break with your immaturity! You have to try at least! Falling, crying and being eternally traumatized with the pain will never help anyone to get anywhere, except if it has an appeal to the people's pity, that isn't neither a little virtuous and it is pathetic, it's being proud of one's own cowardice.

Projecting your own imperfections on others using them as weapon and shield may even sound smart initially, but who really losses with this? You may harm someone, but if this person has the minimum of maturity and self-love, he won't let himself to be affected by the words of someone who seems to have a disturbed feeling of pleasure in the sorrow and in gnawing hates. He just doesn't care, he's doing what the resentful child always wanted to do but was too coward to even try: he is being happy, he is living the life! That's way the feeling of envy and despise face to the other's success.

Nobody likes this type of negative people. Nobody likes people that are always complaining about the same problems every single day projecting the reason of their unhappiness on others. Nobody likes people that are always in the defensive ready to attack and that refuses help and refuses to help oneself. Nobody likes people that got traumatized after their first and only fail that start to think that nobody and nothing worth. That the world is bad, that people envy him, that everybody's an ignorant and that, as long as he hadn't born in a golden crib, he is destined to be a never recognized talented person. Then, he doesn't understand why the world turns it back to him and, thanks to his shameful arrogance, he thinks the world is wrong and unfair, but he's never able to recognize that HE is the problem. It's so much practical projecting this imperfection on another one and being sarcastic... Is it being happy?

Well, happiness is subjective. If an individual is happy gnawing hates, good for him, although it is very dubious. In order to be happy, it is not necessary to have all that the performance society implies for us to be and to have, and it doesn't mean as well, refusing everything it sells us. The most important thing is being in peace with yourself, doing what you like, being surrounded by people that are with you to plus, not to subtract you and to let you down, feeling bizarrely happy by trying to bring you down for the misery they spontaneously decided to live with.

References

FERRY, Luc. Qu'est-ce qu'une vie réussie? France: Grasset et Fasquelle, 2002.

COMTE-SPONVILLE, André. Petit traité des grandes vertus. Paris: Presses Universitaires de France, 1995.

KANT, Immanuel. Answering the question: What is Enlightment? Königsberg: Büsching Magazine, September 30th 1784.

Sometimes I feel so angry at you

Look at us micro kids with both of our hearts blocked.

Sometimes I feel so angry at you. You can impact in my mood, usually for worse. And then I feel so angry at me and the anger I feel at you doubles because I feel myself extremely ridiculous.

Ridiculous because I notice I am a mere Eros' puppet, that my limbic system is defective. I keep on making the same childish mistakes, being a slave of my selfish desires, allowing myself to be threw by someone who's just giving me a shit! It seems I never develop the necessary antibodies to stop being enchanted by those who step on me, but no, I'm an accident masochist.

I hate myself for being extremely lenient many times and insist on thinking that everybody is good, that some people just have a hard temper to deal with but, deeply, they are lovely. It even sounds arrogant of me to think I'll be the one who will change everything, that will transform a violent pit-bull into a graceful pink-colored poodle.

But that's alright. I have never had the talent to pretend to be someone I'm not, I have never had the talent to pretend I have the virtues I still don't. I find myself now in this embarrassing situation of not knowing how to behave and policing the way I show you my affect. If I'm kind, you may arrogantly understand it as I'm really suffering of love to you. If I control my words, I feel like suffocating myself with a pillow on my face. I wish that the tactic of the measured care was absolute and obvious. I run the risk of torturing me by seeing you dating another one in the end.

It's hard for me to say that, even there's some trace of possibility that we may have some future, it's remote. If you really liked me, you'd be more receptive to my praises instead of always throwing me cold water. If you really liked me, you wouldn't try all the time to show yourself off as someone as intelligent and understood about life as I am. It seems like you constantly try to make me feel inferior.

In the few moments you were kind, maybe you were experiencing a moment of weakness and I was the fool of the moment that would listen to you without criticizing. Or because your options were scarce. Or because you had seen something good in me, until the moment you woke up and saw me just like another insignificant person in your life. Have you ever give me a chance? Have you ever tried to see something special in me?

No! It seems I'll always be someone you just don't dispose at all because for you, I don't make any difference. I can't see too much of you because you create barriers around you as if I was unable to overstep them. I'd like to know you better, but you don't allow me. In this moment, I'd like to be sure you're really an asshole. Maybe then I can feel angry at you in peace and feel better with myself.

Light and darkness

It's quite common to compare things of the past and the present. At the same time we had breakthroughs in medicine, in technology and in the achievement of respect for minority or historically repressed groups (women, homosexuals, black people, handicaps), it seems that society haven't evolved that much in the way of thinking. The critical thinking, that is not that complex once you see the positive and negative points of the things, it seems more as a “gift” than an ability that may be developed since one's childhood.

Maybe the excess of information generated by television media and internet has atrophied our brains or we lost focus on what's worthy to know. In order to absorb all, including useful and useless, literary works were ruminated for those who are lazy to think. Besides, the “opinions leaderships” still exist. Instead of listening to who have a cause knowledge (professors, experts, researches), many are based on the opinion of tendentious or sensationalist journalists and controversial celebrities, interested on the maintaining of the status quo.

We progressed here... we regressed there... Its like walking on a treadmill: we walk and keep in the same place but, if we stop, we'll fall. We can compare the society along the years with water in its different states of matters: water, vapor, ice... At the same time it changes its shape, it doesn't change its essence: it remains water, the same water of ever. And at the same time society changed in the last years, decades, centuries, it seems it behaves similar. The critical sense is an ability developed by few people, while many still venerate fame, money and power.

The problem of its lack of good sense is that almost everything seems to be divided only into “right” and “wrong”. This duality always exist, as if both, apparently antagonistic, couldn't coexist, or then, a third, forth, fifth way of thinking. We see this philosophy mainly on YouTube, news websites comments and in people's day by day talk. For a group of people, being humble to admit you don't know many about a certain issue sounds like a “certificate of lack of culture”. In order to not be out of the “well-informed” people, some convert themselves to clichezism. Among them, there's a desperate necessity to show off: if one is not handsome, hot and even nice, he tends to convert to clichezism to sounds intelligent and wants to pass the impression of being cult and having a strong personality.

And so, people start having a generalized vision of everything with it's two opposite currents, as well as stimulates ignorance and the reinforcement of several kinds of prejudice. When talking about things of Brazil, we have the chauvinists (in a few number) that blindly love their country and the pessimistic that thing that anything about Brazil works or is good. In politics, there's still a childish fight between petistas and tucanos, that try to defend their beloved parties speaking about Mensalão to not to talk about Cachoeira and about Cachoeira to not to talk about Mensalão (as if corruption was restricted to only one political party). When one speaks of religion, the bigot religious fill public institutions with crucifixes and defend the moralism to embase their prejudices. Atheists are used to be as bigot as religious are when attacking religious as a way to fight back. While some people are right and sincere, others are nasty and false. These are some examples of this cliche and immature thinking, as if everything were obvious and simple to be understood and with a already created formula to solve them.

That's why its disappointing for us to be already in 2012, 21st century, in an era that used to be imagined as that that men would stop with wars and think of the common good, and we notice that society changed not that much in its essence. Many still behave a selfish and irresponsible way: money is our modern god, a basic and finite natural resource (water) is still wasted, consuming keeps strong and alive destroying the natural resources for some people to feel better in having material goods that others can't afford, lots are still dying in traffic violence because of alcohol and etc. It's disappointing to see that with so many information available for anyone who wants to access it, clichezism is getting stronger and discouraging the critical thinking, without meaning to be rude or alienated to a narrow-minded view that everything has to be divided into light or darkness.

An amazing life

We are subjected to several kinds of dictatorships in our society. Many of them are imposed in a subtle manner, but very present. There's no one putting a gun against our heads pushing us to do a certain thing. It's the society, the culture who put this invisible gun. But the hand that shots never is theirs, but ours. The choice is ours.

One of the dictatorships is the happiness'. It doesn't mean that happiness is a bad thing, obviously it isn't, but you just can't concept it. What makes one happy, may make another one unhappy. The happiness dictatorship doesn't take it into consideration and establishes a standard. And this standard seems to be accessible only to those who have money – lots of money.

Happiness is having a big and comfortable life, having an imported car, being able to go abroad, having a pretty skin, a pretty hair, a pretty body, a nice job, going to best parties and eating and drinking the best the money can provide you. Fame, power and money: if you have the three, you would be happy according with the dictatorship.

But we know that the rich people also cry. What's the point in having these stuff if people approach you by interest? How is it possible to be happy living surrounded by safeguards and living in a fancy prison? Anyway, few people perceive this dictatorship. Few people think critically, maturely, wisely. Many prefer to live in the bubble of their ignorance, happy with their convictions and carpedienzist lifestyles.

In order to be happy, you have to think big, fly high. Happiness, then, stays attached to things that are usually unreal or inaccessible to many people. In the seek for the dream, people live in the future and forget about the present. And in the seek for “big and better” things, the smallest ones start to be ignored.

Following the happiness dictatorship is not enough, it's necessary to show it off. By behaving in this way, we will be contributing to the guns to be put against people's heads, perpetuating the cycle. We need to assure others and ourselves that this dictatorship brings happiness. Who's out, is treated as someone unhappy and influenced to believe he's really unhappy, starting to question his self-esteem.

In order for us to be happy, we must have an amazing life. We should feel ashamed of ourselves of doing simple and worthless things, specially, talking about them. We must have horror to the trivial, to the routine. And we must, of course, practice the exercise of self-affirmation. Everything must have be great, in the contrary, it's despicable and deserving of depreciating adjectives carefully chosen, because it's necessary to destroy the self-esteem of the people for us to feel better with ourselves.

But the truth is that almost anybody lives a Hollywoodian life. Almost anybody lives the life so intensively that causes good envy commentaries: “Wow! What a Carpe Diem well-followed!” We are driven to treat the celebrities as gods and foolishly believe that money brings all the material stuffs, that brings fame, that brings success, that brings love and finally happiness. And in this blind search for happiness, we leave the life pass away because we were always living in the future, never in the present.

Carpedienzism controversy

If someone used to follow the “carpe diem” as philosophy of life before it became the clichezist's (verbal) philosophy of life too, probably didn't like the radicalization of the motto. As well as people that did read Clarice, Nietzsche, Freud and understood their work and didn't went out raking everywhere their quotes, either on the virtual People Magazine, or in the real life anyway. “Carpe diem” is now the positivist clichezist's philosophy of life. Clarice is the romantic's bedside book, Caio Fernando de Abreu the depressive's, and Nietzsche the intellectual’s.

Clichezists don't think. “Carpe diem” and the thinker's thoughts were distorted, fatally. The silly thought that the world is divided into “good” and “evil” has gained might and, of course, many people is by the side of the good because they are afraid of the pains of hell.

The clichezists carpedienzist philosophy is a utopia and once it's a utopia, sooner or later its followers will do things that doesn't match what it preaches. The carpedienzist is that one forcefully positive that sees the world with Pollyanna's eyes. Is the ideal of human being morally perfect: they're polite, love the animals, help the poorer, feel touched with the starvation in Africa, don't say dirty words, don't drink alcohol, don't smoke, don't listen to “garbage music”, don't play jokes, don't fart, forgive and don't fell resentments, are sincere, don't fell envy, respect all the people independently of their race, religion, sexual orientation, etc...

Maybe this is María del Barrio or some Manoel Carlos' Helena of his soap-operas. We know that this kind of person doesn't exist but anyway, the clichezists think and expect people to be this way because “they're this way”!

Even if they preach and try to follow the carpedienzism as a philosophy of life, they behave in a contradictory way when someone “hit what hurts them”. Then they reveal their “bad” personality side, or “fair” as they prefer to justify.

The quotes above illustrate a little of this duality of good and evil of the clichezist. Where's the forgiveness and all the love of that immaculate carpedienzist human being?

Clichezists are aggressive and flammable people. At the same time they are “pure love”, they are always with a rude sound-byte ready to offend their aggressor. Due to the popularization of the internet access, it's not rare to see forums that ends up in fights. These fights generally involves the clichezists during their cliches duel. The clichezists feel the necessity of winning any argumentation, specially the unworthy and frivolous ones. It's the egos war. And a safe war because the troll clichezist is behind a screen and he is too coward to join an offline a fight.

“Sincerity” became a synonym of rudeness. All the clichezists are “sincere”. Envy is a feeling everybody feels for the clichezist, it doesn't matter how frustrated he really is. Everybody wear masks and everybody's false. The clichezist is a poor one, a bullying victim and he isn't revolted because he wants, but because “the world made him behave this way”.

The carpedienzist clichezists gets hurt easily with the evilness of the world. The extremer ones attempt to control the anger and the tears face to the injustices of the world; cause big girls don't cry. And those that know that God is fair, pray asking for Him to have mercy when punishing their enemies. The politer offend in a refined way, with torn sarcasm and ironies. The ruder swear. It justifies the reason the have always a defensive attitude ready to attack in the very first threat signal.

The clichezist carpedienzism is very beautiful, but it's a utopia. The real carpedienzism is a contradiction: it's the clichezists preaching love one they are beloved, in the contrary, they'll preach hate and intolerance. It's the shelter of the naive complexed and egocentric that thinks life is a soap-opera where he is the good boy surrounded by “ villains with envy of my success”, but it doesn't matter, “your envy makes me famous”, “in a good of bad way, speak of me”. And this is so cliche, but they're clichezists. And clichezists don't think.

Non-intentional rumination

In an era in which sound-bytes prevail, thinking is not fashionable.

It's a feature of all clichezist the usage of sound-bytes and quotes for any situation in life. Any situation. It can be better observed on the internet, either in the comments of a news website, or in the comments of a video on YouTube, or even in the virtual clichezism college, the Facebook.

The need of feeling included in this order may perhaps be explained by the necessity of self-assurance plus the inferiority feelings face to the clichezists, that can be pass an image that they are cult people, that they have strong personality and that have opinion. They may impress only two types of people: the obtuse and themselves when the risk of losing an argumentation is imminent. Losing an argumentation is humiliating, they have to win all, they have to have the last word, always. And these are argumentations that are not about any intelligent issue, even because those that may sound intelligent are nothing but a “repente* of cliches”, that is, it's redundant and a clear egos war.

The problem of the clichezism is that it goes besides the difficulty of having a conversation that doesn't end up in the so-called “repente of cliches” or talking to a “cliche player” that will flow the conversation to a foreseeable end. It reflects the lack of critical sense of the person and his functional illiteracy. The clichezist doesn't think, doesn't reflect, doesn't contest the absolute truths of certain quotes. Cliches are used as shut-up arguments and its misunderstanding makes the clichezist to reproduce some quotes in absurd moments, showing that he has no idea of what he's talking about and that he isn't able to talk by himself.

If all the books of philosophy and psychology of the world were burned, jointly with all its digital copies, the clichezists would crumple. Who's would they copy sound-bytes and quotes? Would they be quiet once that don't have any ammunition? Would it occur a process of natural selection in which only the non-clichezists would survive and the clichezists would have to abandon the clichezism having to finally think by their own?

The greatest philosophers and literature writers had to think a lot, to observe, to reflect for then, be able to write their books that would become high level students' obligatory reading. They haven't underestimate their common sense and took a worthy advantage of all the the knowledge they accumulated throughout the years. The greatest thinkers haven't expected to become “ruminants” that chew the knowledge, swallow it, chew again until it be ready, compacted in a sound-byte.

Perhaps the functional illiteracy promotes the clichezism, perhaps the clichezism promotes the functional illiteracy. Perhaps both promote themselves. Such philosophers and writers books are an invitation to reflection, the the expansion of the horizons but for them to understood in its essence, it's necessary to be willing to do it. They save us to start from zero because we can't comprehend the world thinking that life can be summed up as our particular universe, besides it is a complementary reading for those who want to get closer to the reality of what he's studying.

The clichezism preaches the superficiality of the knowledge. What's the use of saying a Freud's, Nietzsche's, Lispector's quote or any other if the person doesn't understand what they mean? What's the use reading a whole book if the functional illiteracy and the fondness for clichezism block its comprehension? Reading is not a synonym of comprehending. First of all, it's necessary to live the situation for better understand it and to be critical and have some trustworthy foundation.

The clichezists fool themselves with numbers and affirmations of people they consider more intelligent than them when, in fact, they are nothing but pseudo-intellectuals clichezists. From the moment the individual stop despising his common sense, develops a critical sense independent from his passions and logic and stop seeing the self-criticism as a “certificate of lack of self-confidence” (because we are not perfect human beings even the police themselves the more for us not to be), we will understand why the clichezism if a bad order. The clichezism blocks, reprehends the free and independent thinking, it's aggressive and offensive due to the defensive behavior of its followers, and ties the individual in a universe of fallacies and utopias, perpetuating the ignorance.

*Repente is a musical challenge in which two poets have to create rhymed verses offhand. It's more popular in the Northeast of Brazil. (example)

The clichezist order

What would it be of the clichezists if all the philosophy and psychology books of the world were burned? Who's would they copy soundbites?

Lately it hasn't been easy to have a conversation with anyone not closer besides the formalities. Not necessarily because they are empty and aliened and manipulable, but mainly because of the foreseeability of the answers plus an arrogant and inflexible behavior. Recently, the phenomenon of the clichezism has becoming more perceptible, specially on the internet, but it doesn't mean that outside it things are very different.

We can start talking about bullying. What's bullying? Some years ago this English word was unknown in Brazil for several people, even though anyone who had already seen an American film or TV series once in a lifetime, had seen a scene of a kid or teen physically stronger and surrounded by thugs to hit and ridicule another weaker and reclusive one. It was physical aggression and public humiliation: only this. But we were wrong because bullying is anything that displeases or offends and that may raise difficulties in the social relations of the victim but... is it life, specially the adult life, full of people concerned in not hurting people's feelings?

The clichezist order is also strongly present in politics. Talking about politics in Brazil still disgusts many people, but the fewer who talk about it, many of them hardly can't do it without hanging to unrestrained passions and cliches. There's a true war between the right-wing and left-wing militants. Corruption denunciations are common and done to blacken the political rival and give demagogy speeches. As it seems to be impossible to exist a serious and impartial press in Brazil, boycotts and criticisms to TV shows and tendentious soap-operas are suggested, besides that the numbers 13 and 45 are as terrible as the Nazi swastica.

The politically correct is one of the marks of the clichezist order. Words that were used for decades were replaced by others with more complex and fancy names. It was bullying. Historically repressed groups as women, black people, and homosexuals have been – finally – achieving some respect in the last years, but it seems that this respect is imposed by quotas and the psychology of the fault. If a homosexual says he is proud of being homosexual, claps to him, he overcame the prejudice. If a straight man says the is proud of being straight, throw stones against this homophobic evangelist. If a black man dresses a “100% black” t-shirt, claps to him, he overcame the prejudice. If a white man says he is proud of his color or his European ancestry, throw stones against this Nazi racist.

There's a tendency, a subtle dictatorship that promotes the homogenization of the philosophies and ideologies. We all know that perfection doesn't exist, but the human mistake it isn't very well accepted. The free thinking and the own opinion are stimulated... Teorically, because in real life, if you raise a opinion contrary to the clichezist order, they reply with aggression. The more impolite say offensive words. The higher educated one, specially the “intellectuals”, delight in ridiculing with sarcasm. Language experts corrects your orthography and punctuation according to the standard language rules. Adverbs may agree with researches and studies. The clichezists of the Geography and Statistic Institute want numbers: “majority, minority, many, few: who they are? I want numbers!”

Review your values, the argumentative clichezists anti-religious want to ridicule your faith and repudiate anything that has a religious background: “why is promiscuity bad, why is raping bad, why having sex in public squares is bad, why being a hypocrite is bad? Don't you know the answers? Where's your God now?”

And the clichezism on Facebook not only recycles classical cliches, as well as it reaffirms the obvious and sells utopias of a world where everybody is immaculate, perfect, wise and full of causes for us to worry about. Obviously every Facebook's perfect human being respects the elderly, the women, the gays, the black people, the children, the nature, the animals, God and all the religions. “It's an absurd that a soccer player receives millions of euros to kick a ball and what about the corruption, what about the violence, what about starvation in Africa, what about education, what about the hospitals? I want chu, I want cha, I want to complain about the success of popular music while the world is dying. What the world will think about Brazil, oh my God, Valesca has a song that says 'take my pussy and suck it', oh my God, wake up to corruption, Brazil, that's why this country doesn't go ahead, everybody's concerned in watching Big Brother”...

Thanks to the clichezist order, people feel the necessity of converting, of being part of this movement for them to feel included in a group that they hate so much. You can't be an ambulant metamorphosis, your opinions must be equal to the clichezist's because theirs are right and absolute. Have a opinion about everything, everything! And as it is impossible, adopt the clichezism. Have a learned by heart saying for any situation in life, like an intelligent humor page on Facebook. Read two hours of synopsis on the bookstore website and have argues won by the rest of the month. Clichezists get satisfied with superficial arguments and ideas because their knowledge is also superficial. It isn't necessary catching the essence of the books, the less reading them because soundbites and the writers thought and expressed themselves by you. With clichezism, you can disguise you necessity of self-affirmation through phrases with chewed philosophies. You don't need to think. Just take part of it.

Delicious nostalgia

It comes and it goes like the waves of the sea, it goes up and it goes down like the stock exchange actions. There are days when everything goes right, day when everything goes wrong, there are days of apathy, days of uprising face to small things, nights of loneliness and despair and nights when the joy recycles itself.

Every one lives his own particular universe in a better convenient way for him. Despite of the attempt of uniforming the ideologies and lifestyle, people are still free to imagine. Memories, even they can seem worthless to some closer of further people, they are theirs, they are unique, nontransferable.

And not only what you lived, as well as what you think and feel. People can really try to imagine what you feel when you share some of these emotions and memories, but they'll never get closer. First of all, because they haven't lived the sensation you described; second of all, where you see magic, they can see ordinary things; third of all, you have no way to know due to the impenetrability of the souls.

But getting closer is a half of this. Identifing yourself in some parts too. It is like smelling a perfume that can please to you and bring you back to good memories at the same time it makes another one to have a headache. Or understanding the deepness of a painting while one sees only scratches. And it can be only scratches, perhaps the painter was so pissed off due to the non-recognized work that he decided to scratch because it is “art noveau” – or it was or it will be one day. The art admirer interprets the world according to the window of his eyes, not as people say him to do. People give their own value to the things. Imposing is useless. Contesting too. Then, in these cases, you'd better artificialize expressions and reactions.

Music... oh music. Able to promote an spectacle of synesthesia and awake memories and sensations of years, decades ago. It is listening “Crying in the Rain” and remember a cold dawn, the lights of the poles still on and everybody sleeping on a mattress upon the living room floor. It is listening to “She Drives Me Crazy” and reminding the time you jumped on your younger brother's belly. It is listening “Total Ellipse of the Heart” and remember that in that time the naive people of your street got impressed about a Saint John balloon burning in the sky – would it be an UFO?

Old songs bring back the good sensations, they bring back that one you was, less experienced, but more purer and dreamer. And when you look back in the past, it is like the life was more colorful. Colors fade away until it remains only black, white and gray while we don't meet the death in the total blackout or during the darkness of the indifference. But not only because of this, it seems like people were more glad, simple and spontaneous, different from the desperate people of today concerned in taking part of a dictatorship that promises happiness but that only makes them feel more internally unhappy, despite of the yellow smiles and the vapor tears being convincing to prove the opposite.

Music have this power of awaking the delicious nostalgia that make you want to share, but it is a little disappointing when you do it and the feedback is less effusive. This is not a question of antipathy, but what has a ego-historic value to you, may not have to the other one, anyway. And well, let's accept and enjoy the rich universe of our imagination, of our liberty land. Dreaming is nice, but it would be better to dream in two in a cold and rainy Saturday night, listening to the delicious songs of Antena 1 remembering the great classics and overeating a pizza without feeling guilty.