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Because Olympus was here, within them.Ah...OLYMPUSGOING ONWithout a time,without a space,without an agenda,without television,without internet,without carbon dioxide......but for the first time worried about contamination, there remained all the Professions settled in wooden thrones like the Lebanon Cedar, everyone covered with jaspe, gold, emerald, topaz, diamond and many other precious Stones...that any miner here would swallow them without reasoning, once the REAL MINER was also sitting on his throne in the OLYMPUS after the convenation.The sound of a thunder breaks that talkative meeting that it could have lasted either 1 minute or 5.000 years. It was the SIMPLICITY, with all its Majesty, that just at a glance took the Metalurgical off the command of the court making him going back to his original throne.The REAL President of the Court, Simplicity starts the Judgement where, also at a glance puts...not in thrones but in cages, made by the blacksmiths hands: the LETTERING MAN, THE TRUCK MAN and now....the JOURNALIST.Would they be contaminated?Everybody stands up.A fascination invades an environment where the feelings now mix themselves up.After all it is not always...that simplicity appears.
quiet! Now I am on the command. The wheel is mine now.- Why are you doing that?- Be quiet! Enough. It is all over now.- All of you always here, giving orders! The Kings of the Road, the world owners. Never, you will never go into extinction. MY JOB is what has made what you are today. I Drew those phrases on every truck. I invented many, many of them with the stories that you all have told me.And what about me? Never, I never left from here. Nobody knows me.- But...- Close that latrine! Now its up to me to speak. THE LETTERING MAN. Repeat, repeat it now what you never knew how to say..go...GO!- Let...- Louder, buddy !- LET TER RING -MAN.- Oh! Now Im not a painter! You dirty!Speak, speak now that the road is yours...speak....Throw now the car downhill, THROW IT!You dont speak because you dont know how to . You are a truck man! You sing! There is even a song for you!...yes...song you scoundrel. And for me?...The mosquitoes sing...I dont know what a road is, I dont know what a city is, I Just talk to this paint-brush here. Smell it. SMELL THE PAINT-BRUSH!!! Every ink, every color...Did you ever know that if you mix two colors you obtain a third one? No! You didnt know.WHY? WHY? REPEAT NOW WHAT I AM, GO!...-LETTERING MAN!-Thats it! Letterman. It seems classic music! Yes...classic music, which I listen here and you never understood, You will NEVER know what it is!I have been waitin years for that moment. I was patient.We have machine now, dont we? Machine with a computer to write your dirty words on the junk of your truck! Congratulatiooooooooonssssssssssss!You know what...I think that the only thing that is worth, so far, that came out from your mouth, was this one: LETTERING MAN.Oh...If there were time enough...you would have to talk about me...wherever you would go...then there would be even a TV show to tell the things which I HAVE DRAWN, you see? I- HAVE-DRAWN-THEM-ON-YOUR-TRUCK!Everybody would laugh at the jokes...kkkkkkk....from the......LETTERING MAN!LETTERING MANs little books would be sold at the newsstand! IT WAS ME WHO BUILT UP YOUR CAREERS!!!Roberto Carlos, when he sings those junk songs, does he know that it was NOT you who painted that such HEART and HER NAME? It was ME! ME..did you hear?...me....(very low...on the poor mans ear) me....But now we have no time for anything else. Sing that Roberto Carlos song....sing it...By the back, a recorder-radio, played a cassete with a song from Gretchens sister, Sula Miranda...The Truck Mens Queen.- Dont do that...- Time is getting over...( the compulsive cry mixed with his mouths dribble).And with the handle of the paint-brush the painter, I mean, the LETTERING MAN kills the truck man.
the large intestine(colon) is to absorb all the water and to eliminate the residues through its final product :THE FECESFor me, all institutions of any standard or level, should work as human body does: Interlinked Internal organs.Yes.Do all areas keep retaining intestinal residues?Do we have to work alltogether so that perfection might get its apex?How, who are we and what we do when we are within the job of small and large intestines?( Oh, doesnt that exist? Your job is about heart and brain, only?................ah...got it.)Do we absorb nutrients on the exact moment and eliminate residues on the right moment? ( The collective, the participation, the involvement).What are those residues, either at the company or within the projects, the studies or even within our life?On what moment do we now become the digested food?I am sure that the Atitudes make us food to be digested.Did you lie?Havent you done it?You failed again...Did you hide?Lazyness...Have you still mixed up?Youve lost your time. Do it again.What for...?Werent you effective enough...?Dont you know what efficacy means?Dirty job, isnt it?Have you missed today and nobody noticed?UHU!Did you steal?But why didnt you Read before?I didnt know it...Havent you written down?Havent you given an answer?How boring, buddy! ( I had to write it between quotation marks).Did you betray?You didnt wait for!!!Have you copied?Did you kill?Have you destroyed?Have you damaged?Have you beaten?Have you thrown paper on the floor, you beast?And...etc!Give na answer!Hey!Without counting our Complexes and Defence Mechanisms! ( feces become burnt cement ).And it doesnt work knowing who Goethe is... and reciting all the suffering letters of young Wherter at the moment of the intestinal washing-up, oh no! WASHING UP:DearWherever we are, apart from culture level, race, sexual option, belief, political party....and so on, exerting behaviors as above described do not make us elementary nutrients. It makes us rests, waste, junk.So, as rests,(own option) I conclude that:We,When still part of the body, will retain feces. #Obstipacaointestinal#prisaodeventre (it was not me!)When practices exerted, WE WILL BE FECES, retained within the large intestine of grudge, fraud, trick, agression and cowardice.Then, there they come: the continuous and silent gases.Worst than sulfidric ones.And these atitudes do not fit even as adube.And the partys potato is there...into the dressings.Was I polite enough?
satisfied.-Something that I will never use properly...Here is still today, and there is already tomorrow.-The size of my shoes and slippers...-They are the whys. Or it is the whys ?What does turn on our mind?-Doubt over doubt...-Oh! Shoes in an average 40, slippers...-20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30....THE PAIN I AM EXPERIMENTING, I DO NOT WISH IT TO ANYONE.It finishes, indeed.- What a disgrace!-During my teeth treatment I tried to use dental floss Just to check if it would help...-I tried.Are we like a machine?-Did you deliver it?-I tried.How many neurons do we have? Are they sustainable?-I gave up!-Maria Alice...........31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39...........it would be my name if I were a girl.....40 41 42 43...I like Alice......44 45 46 47......Maria is 48 49.....a little ever used...50!Finish.Who follows a genius enters in dispair.Or pushes UNFOLLOW.And then, together with ASTROS, we entered...It was on chapter...chapter......A hundred and eighty.I need to go on.
is not low self-esteem...No, not much.We, ASTROS members, also never had much to offer.And after a long time, what we offer is still little.Who was fired today? BOTH! ( White gun does not produce noise...)Patience,Patience,Patience,Patience,Patience,Patience,Patience... Hypocrisy is crime. And Law has to be Consuetudinal, in values and ethics.Kobe, 180.We grew and with growth a policy came. A policy which almost nobody read it.Almost.We didnt give up.Did you listen? I mean..Did you read? I know it...Or you are giving the words the intention that interests you most. Isnt it?-I am 18, but I am a young aged man.-I think I will end doing channel. Why, Sir?-I am always inclined to wash my hands whenever I touch something...Changing?What for?We dont change when a team is winning!-I dont know what happens to my nose...Im feeling what I wanted to feel.And on the Growth handbook everything comes very well explained...-I feel good listening to music...loud sound....It relaxes me! ...that the production grows, the payroll grows: PEOPLE.Different minds. Different thoughts, sometimes distant, sometimes frozen.Why does our Mind betray us?We do one thing and our Mind.....-What do you mean by that... that I do not say thing to thing?-Do you know that Im 1,69m and 70kg?...Our Mind is far away, doing another one!Re-working. Time lost. We are what we do everyday.-Just a curiosity to you: Nobody is that kilos. Weight is measured in Newtons(N). In my case I would be 700N. I exert 700N upon the earth.(Start playing Parlay, from Hans Zimmer Pirates of the Caribbean loud...loudest volume).Things like those make me think.Who has placed Wisdom within inner or has given Understanding to the Mind?Why....Why dont we...use them?Brain and Mind. Where?.....Where do both divide themselves?DESPERATIONThis is the Word.I can see into the eyes of everyone the desperation of...looking at life passing...with no changes.And no reasonings.And with no conquests.Go. Open your heart, release everything. Vomit it!-If I am not wrong, some time ago I use to eat cauliflower, now the only vegetable I eat is corn.What was your todays conquest?- It is only if within junk, of course!I learnt how to deal with calculation. Ive got three at the ballad.Lack of hope, lack of not having wherever to go. I had no opportunity.E N V I O U SAnd yet @justrlx says:-Personal Pronoun of the Object does not start a phrase, right? And I am not going to write RELAX MEAnd he justifies:-I am 18, Im a young aged man...No, no, no.@justrlx, or Guilherme Mateus is an intelligent Guy.- I am not a weird Guy.-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!-Do not watch dubbed. Watching dubbed should be considered a crime. A study proves that for the brain, the pain for losing somebody is 200% stronger than the pleasure of a prize.Resistence. Why to change? What for? Losing everything?...It hurts.Human mind learned how to search for the quickest way, the simplest and less painful one. What is the need of looking for the answer, if I can find it within sugar? (Mr.Hat)If people hate more losing than they love winning, so looking at another person growth is losing?I hate you.
almost cooked, boy. They were all rotten. Junk beans...The beans come from the company where your father works.- And as mixture...what do we have? (Misture is beef...sausage...and many times eggs)-Ground meat, but I still have to cook it.-Hey, Dayane, go wash the forks, creature! You do nothing all day long! Just on that internet, and only on that internet!-Mom, may I start eating Rice?-You will have to wait, little hurried boy! Im only one!!! Oh! What a life!I Just want to see when I die, how you would move yourselves. Everybody is going to be starved.Dayane!!!!!Leave that junk internet and come washo the fork, or else Im going to make you both to swallow that food with your hands!-Mom, the bea...-Ah!!! My beans! Overcooked! But you see... how long have I been calling you ???-But mom...-Do not answer at me, boy...or else Ill breake you!My Gosh...The salad! I have to wash the salad...hummmm...Where have I put it?- The salad?-What salad? Who said salad here? Caua Marco, dont look at me like that, Caua Marco, dont search for hell with me today! ...Where...Where have I put the cloth???DAYAAAAAAANE!!!!!!!!!!! (this time she roared)....Tomorrow!...Not later than tomorrow...and I will give an end to that computer.(The cloth on her shoulder!)-Where is your father...that doesnt come?-I still will put fire on that bar, oh, yes...I will. This has to have an end, guys!-That place is a den of lazybones...And I am fed up with...!-Dayane !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!It is difficult...the above situation.Difficult within the sense of not being in fact real.Situations as above describedwould be more plausible within a company where the mother would be replaced by the Manager who, when tells the client that everything is on the way...there are pieces that werent even bought yet.But at our sweet home, when everybody arrives, the table is there ready for dinner.Everything done simultaneously...by the same woman, who calculates every second and knows that the salad must be dressed on the plate or, as the last action, otherwise it becomes shriveled.Nothing in advance, and nothing is late. She has the control.Do you want to know if anybody is under control? Give him the control.They miss the job, they miss classes at College or at the University, they miss sessions at the Parliament, they miss at the shanty-towns, a little bit more of...Motherly Commitment.-Profession?-Well, write down.....HOME...answers the mother, who one day controlled you.It might be written: EXECUTIVES OF THE YEAR....ever.
Trauma. O que e trauma?Carregamos mesmo um caminhao de traumas que reforcam os preconceitos e ressaltam a ignorancia humana?Estamos diante deles toda hora e fugimos?Mecanismo de defesa. (nada, nao.Pensei alto)Disse-me uma sabia: Quando comeco pensar muito em mim, tomo uma pinga e vou dormir.E nossa cultura? Qual e exatamente nossa cultura?Porque gostamos de ver fotos dos outros e nao nossa propria foto?Temos que comecar pela cultura de cada cidadao.Mas qual a nossa cultura? Qual o nosso perfil? Qual o tipo de gestao que adotamos?Quem nos conhece, quem conhece a Astros, tem uma ideia.Vai alem, ou vai na contra-mao de tudo o que existe hoje.Eu, particularmente nao quero agradar ninguem.Agradar, significa esconder o erro.Gostaria que todos entendessem o que e compartilhar. Abrange mais. Vai alem desse mundinho onde metade sao revoltados e a outra metade de puxa-sacos.Qual a sua cultura?Porque voce trabalha?Porque voce liga a televisao?Voce usa drogas?Que autoridade voce tem e sobre quem?Quem voce e?Voce tem ou nao tem historia?Para quem voce vive e para que vive? (*)Dificil ganhar espaco em mentes que carregam traumas, desilusoes...Mentes trancadas para pura protecao.Mas ganharemos espaco. Se fecharam, tem Quem abra.O tempo e nosso aliado. Parabens se voce leu ate o final.(*) Frase extraida dos comentarios.XVIII TRAUMATrauma.What is trauma?We in fact carry a truck full of traumas which reinforce prejudice and enhance human ignorance.Are we all the time in front of them and we run away?Defence mechanism ( No. Not at all. I just thought loud).Once a wise woman told me: When a start to think a lot about me, I have a spirit and go to bed.And what about our culture? Which is exactly our culture? Why do we like to see other peoples pictures instead of our own picture?We have to start from the culture of every citizen.But, which is our culture? What is our profile?What kind of management do we adopt?Those who know us, those who know ASTROS, they make an idea.ASTROS goes further, or it goes on the wrong way of everything that exists today.As far as I am concerned, I particularly dont want to please anybody.Pleasing means hiding what is wrong.I would like everybody to understand what means sharing. It ranges more. It goes beyond this little world where half are revolted people and the other half are flatterers.What is your culture?Why do you work?Why do you turn on the TV?Do you use drugs?What authority do you have...and whom over?Who are you?Do you have a history or not?Who do you live for and what do you live for? (*)It is difficult to gain space within minds that carry traumas and delusions...Locked minds for self protection and nothing else.But we will gain space. If they are closed, somebody else will open them.Congratulations, if you read until the end.(*) a phrase taken from the comments. Continuacao do capitulo anterior.Tumulto.Este e o termo que podemos dar ao que estava acontecendo no OLIMPO DAS PROFISSOES, entidade de uma outra esfera que abriga todas as Profissoes desde que o homem foi expulso do Paraiso.O mais interessante e que no OLIMPO, quanto mais antiga cada Profissao, mais
I know. The truck Man sits there.Make yourself comfortable, Pastor, beside the twitterer! Thats it...meke him a room, OK? Hehehehe...The Pastor is newly hired...yes...cooperate over there, fellow Leader of the landless.Face to face: The Lettering Man and the truck Man.The Lawyer and the Promoter come in.The Judgement starts.
Um ano novo cheio de paz e muitas realizacoes a todos os visitantes... PS.: Desculpem a demora.. Baixe agora o novo cd da banda BLACK STYLE - VERAO 2012NOVO CD BLACK STYLE- VERAO 2012 (CLIQUE AQUI) Cd Black Style Verao 2012 - Em Paulo AfonsoCLIQUE PARA BAIXAR.. Baixe aqui o cd da banda baiana O ATROPELO VERAO 2012! NOVO CD O ATROPELO VERAO 2012 Baixe aqui o novo cd da Banda Saia Rodada... NOVO CD SAIA RODADA (CLIQUE AKI) "Oracao do Bebum: Whisky e Vodka que estao no bar, Alcoolatrado seja o nosso figado Venha a nos o copo cheio, nunca apenas pelo meio. Seja feita a nossa cachacada, assim no buteco como na calcada. O me nosso de cada dia nos dai hoje. Perdoai as nossas bebedeiras, assim como nos perdoamos, a quem nao tenha bebido. Nao nos deixai cair na Coca Diet e livrai-nos da agua gasosa, Barmem!"Autor: Desconhecido. Reflitam"Senhor da-me serenidade para aceitar tudo aquilo que nao pode e nao deve ser mudado. Da-me forca para mudar tudo o que pode e deve ser mudado. Mas, acima de tudo, da-me sabedoria para distinguir uma coisa da outra.""Achar que o mundo nao tem um criador e o mesmo que afirmar que um dicionario e o resultado de uma explosao numa tipografia." (Benjamin Franklin)"A boca fala do que esta cheio o coracao." (Jesus Cristo)"Com o criterio com que julgardes, sereis julgados; e, com a medida com que tiverdes medido, vos medirao tambem." (Jesus Cristo)By.: Arere Connect.. Baixe o cd novo da banda chicabana.. muito massa!NOVO CD CHICABANA - VERAO 2012 (CLIQUE AQUI) "Joaozinho voltou da aula de catecismo e perguntou ao pai: - Pai, porque quando Jesus ressuscitou, apareceu primeiro para as mulheres e nao para os homens? - Sei nao, meu filho! Vai ver que e porque ele queria que a noticia se espalhasse mais depressa!"Autor: Desconhecido! A mulher comenta com o marido: Querido, hoje o relogio caiu da parede da sala e por pouco nao bateu na cabeca da mamae... Maldito relogio. Sempre atrasado...Mamae, mamae... na escola me chamaram de mentiroso. Cale-se que voce nem vai a escola ainda...Se voce esta se sentindo sozinho, abandonado, achando que ninguem liga para voce... Atrase um pagamento"kkkkkkkkkkkk! Texto de Matheus Jose Maria - reporter fotografico.Certosdias voce ja sabe como serao so pela forma que eles comecam.Saindode Santos para ir realizar a cobertura do protesto contra a presidente Dilma,ja no carro conheci um garoto que estava indo tambem, mas com o proposito deprotestar. Nao vou discordar do direito dele fazer isso algo incontestavel -,mas nao perderei muito tempo nessa historia ja que em um dado momento daconversa ele diz Vamos tirar a Dilma e,se o Maluff se candidatar eu voto nele, porque ele rouba, mas pelo menos faz.Acho queisso diz muito sobre o povo brasileiro e seus costumes... Enfim, que o Maluffnao se candidate novamente.Bom, eisque chego em Sao Paulo e a rodoviaria do Jabaquara ja esta tomada por gritos,apitos e camisas da CBF (nem durante a copa vi tantos torcedores juntos) quese dirigiam aos gritos em direcao ao metro.Entro,com dificuldade no vagao
para desejar a morte a um completodesconhecido. Essaparte do protesto seguiu e se encerrou na Praca da Republica, onde pessoasestenderam faixas azuis, verdes e amarelas pela avenida. Dizem que outrosgrupos se espalharam por outros pontos de Sao Paulo e pouco a pouco foram indoembora ate que a cidade voltou a ter sua respectiva coloracao cinza concreto.Gostariade deixar claro que esse e um relato completamente pessoal, baseado no que euvi e destacando as coisas que mais me chocaram no ato deste domingo 15 demarco. Foi um protesto pacifico? Sim, ate onde eu sei nao houve incidentesenvolvendo violencia fisica ou depredacao. Mesmo sendo nitidamente um protestocomposto por uma parcela mais abastada da sociedade, nao questiono em momentoalgum o direito deles irem as ruas e defendo a liberdade deles se manifestarem,mas e preciso que se preste atencao na ausencia de uma consciencia politicaembasada, do odio cego e seletivo afinal, o cartel do metro ta ai. Ops nao tamais, foi arquivado dirigido a apenas uma pessoa, partido, cor ou extratosocial.Se euconcordo com as reinvidicacoes? Nao com as que eu vi ali, mas concordo com anecessidade de ser feita justica ou, pelo menos, se fazer valer a justica nopais, de forma igualitaria.E se naoficou claro o que eu penso sobre esse protesto eu digo: Nao penso nada, voutentar esquecer...
da Licenciatura em Teatro promovido em 2013 pela Universidade Federal de Santa Maria - UFSM e em Trabalhos de Conclusao de Curso que descrevem e investigam entre outras coisas o carater coletivo da criacao do espetaculo, T.C.C.s estes devidamente aprovadosSao Paulo, 17 de novembro de 2014.pelo Instituto de Artes da Unesp e dos quais o proprio Wagner compos a banca examinadora em conjunto com demais professores e professoras da casa. Claramente o Prof. Wagner Cintra desconhece a Lei de Direitos Autorais (Lei 9.610/98), insistindo em dizer que o espetaculo e o material produzido sao bens publicos. Segundo a lei, autor e pessoa fisica e nao juridica o que nao faz da Unesp detentora dos direitos da obra. Segundo a propria Norma Patrimonial da Unesp nao e possivel patrimoniar bens nao duraveis como e o caso do material do espetaculo construido todo com material de consumo. Alem destes fatos, Wagner nao conta que desde 2010 o grupo de estudantes alimentava com investimentos pessoais um caixa que servia para compra de materiais para a realizacao do espetaculo. Apos a estreia do espetaculo e comeco de sua carreira profissional, parte significativa dos caches que ganhavamos era destinada a manutencao e reconstrucao dos elementos cenicos da obra. Tudo isto pode ser comprovado por meio de notas fiscais que guardamos desde 2010. Apos apresentarmos o protocolo do registro do espetaculo na Biblioteca Nacional para o Wagner e nos surpreendermos com seu comportamento raivoso e ouvirmos acusacoes absurdas de imoralidade, o proprio Wagner disse que nao conversaria mais conosco e que nos deveriamos nos reportar a Assessoria Juridica da Unesp, em seguida nos expulsando do atelie do Instituto de Artes da Unesp! Quando nos vimos privados do direito de acessar o material que elaboramos, construimos e financiamos, a primeira medida que tomamos, antes mesmo de irmos procurar apoio juridico na Cooperativa Paulista de Teatro, foi conversar com a Direcao e Vice-direcao do Instituto de Artes da Unesp sobre o caso que, por sua vez, nos direcionou a Pro-reitoria de extensao universitaria dizendo que o caso fugia do alcance do Instituto de Artes. Desta forma, considerando o muito importante apoio da Unesp no incentivo a construcao do espetaculo, com o auxilio juridico da cooperativa, por mais de tres meses, cansamos de tentar dialogos, acordos e solucoes amigaveis com o Prof. Wagner Cintra, que se recusou a reunir-se com o Conselho da Cooperativa, e com a Assessoria Juridica da Unesp que, a principio, se mostrou favoravel a um acordo cuja proposta nunca veio. Um dos motivos para um acordo para o uso dos materiais nao ter sido realizado e o rompimento com a Unesp ter sido inevitavel foi o descaso do Prof. Wagner Cintra em colaborar, demorando para entregar documentos, atrasando prazos e, principalmente, mostrando-se terminantemente contra qualquer tipo de acordo. Destes fatos estao cientes o Dr. Geraldo Magela e o Dr. Leopoldo Zuaneti advogados da Assessoria Juridica da Unesp e da AUIN (Agencia Unesp de Inovacao) como explicitado em conversas e e-mails trocados conosco e com nosso advogado. Em relacao a divida de seis mil reais com o Instituto
de quem quer que seja. Esta mesma etica e honestidade tambem pressupoe que os interessados e interessadas procurem conhecer o outro lado de uma historia que e contada unilateralmente antes de tomar qualquer medida que possa ferir qualquer uma das partes envolvidas. Trata-se de generosidade, consideracao e respeito com o outro e seu trabalho. Obrigado(a), Artistas integrantes da Cia. PlastikOnirica.