That kiddy "i-just-stole-a-candy-bar-from-the-store" kind of high....!

I dove into the world today, head first. I gave all my energy; not expecting anything back.
I am waiting to be restored by you, fountain of youth.

Today when I was by the jazz festival, with the music playing, and all the Europeans standing still, I thought of you.
I thought of this
I thought, I need someone next to me dancing, right about now.

And then I thought….
That being multicultural means being able to appreciate music both while dancing and while standing still.

And I had all these amazing theories and analogies, but no paper to write them on,
No paper to write them on.
I could kiss you right now I would,
I would.

Because all these other boys are stupid. And I know that this post lacks a lot of content, but my mind is as empty as these words today. I am still. I am standing. I am peaceful. I am calm waters and no wind. Who says that excitement needs to be found in the new, in the novelty? Who says that knowledge must be found through the arduous path? Maybe we all just need to stop and appreciate everything around us; knowledge will come. The most beautiful souls are born out of peaceful quests. Liberate yourself from the need to experience something new, shiny, with no meaning. And embrace the old, rusty, beautiful knowledge that the past has to give you. Pretty, expensive machines won’t solve any problems. The men (and women) that came before us, way before us, had it right. You must wait for the land to give fruit, eat it, relax, and enjoy planting the next crop.

I Hear My Train a Comin'

In small, uptight places, you can find solace at train stations. The train will take you away to independence. There are many different souls behind many different faces, mingling and mixing all on the road to freedom. I think that’s why I like taking the bus in L.A., reminds me of the feeling of going nowhere; the feeling of being a mere flowing spirit.

I’m really hoping my 35mm camera starts working again, cause this is crappy and I can't control the shutter or the aperture in a camera phone. But here, one image and two songs to get you in the same mood as me. Have a blissful week.

Bike Culture

This is Bike Culture. Whole families biking on a Sunday afternoon in Enschede, Holland. No cars, just bikes.

Dutch people are smart; take your bike in the train! Here you can travel the whole country with your bike. Just imagine having the ability to go anywhere you want, without having to worry about gas prices. Roads are paved for bikes, and mainly bikes.

Not just paved, but also signaled. If you are on your bike you will know when to cross. The main feeling I get in this country; relax.

Ok, you can't always read signs. WTF does uitgezonderd even mean???

I confess, I got lost a couple of times yesterday biking around Holland. I had to ask many people for directions, and most didn't know a word in English. That's what you get for biking around very small provinces, I guess.

However, details aside, I like to stress that this is a very relaxed country, and even though I was lost, I never felt at risk. Could L.A. ever be this way? Let's talks some more about it another day.

Who The Fuck is Tom Ze?

Who the fuck is Tom Ze? Tom Ze? Tom Ze?
Chorus, bridge, repeat, repeat.
Who the fuck is Tom Ze?
Who the fuck is Tom Ze?
Bridge, chorus, repeat, repeat.



I know very little about him, Wikipedia told me just enough to conclude that like most musicians in Brazil (and the world), he is crazy. I love him.

His music speaks to me, profoundly, heavily. Not like Jimi, who almost makes me cringe, or Caetano and all his sadness. Tom is as Brazilian as Jorge Ben, but a crazier, folkier, kind of Brazilian. He is the common “Ze” of Brazil; the everyday working man, who has seen it all and done it all. The fool, the Shakespearean clown. His music carries theatre in it. Ze is humble, yet perseverant.

Repeats, repeats, repeats his message in song. All folks can understand him. People underestimate his intelligence. Tom Ze is insane. Tom Ze is Brazil.


(Can you recognize this from Black Orpheus?)




To download his music from another blog follow this link, and click "download".

Marina's List

Message I sent to my best friend in Brazil (translated):

I am writing you this because I don't want to send anything to (that boy), and that's the point of having a best friend, right?

1. My mom is insane, and consequently driving me insane.


2. I think I love (insert name here), because he is so goddamn smart and only now I am beginning to realize how dumb all the men in this world are. (And I know…I should have seen this a long time ago).


3. I am half drunk.


4. I don’t know if I can survive three weeks in Holland.


5. Sometimes I drink too much, eat too much, spend too much, talk too much, have too much sex, and I don’t want any of it anymore. I just want to lay by his side, smoke a joint and watch bad TV. I’m done.


6. I don’t know what I’m writing anymore…


7. I hate Facebook.


8. I get scared of being a terrible person, so most of the time I try to do what’s best to please others, but in this process I think I might end up losing myself.


9. (So much better to write in Portuguese than in English). Tao melhor escrever em Portugues do que em Ingles.


10. Thank you for always being there for me Marina, I love you.

Blurry Me

Until about a year ago, Photography to me was what I saw in magazines. Photographers only shot ads, and pictures in my head were sharp, colorful, detailed. My knowledged didn't go very far about this subject.

Then I learned about Nan Goldin. And, hey, wait a minute, why is everything so blurred? Why are people and things dramatically changed from what they look like in real life? Isn’t photography a mere mirror of our lives?

No, Photography doesn’t have to emulate reality. I mean, even the images we capture with our own eyes are flipped in our brains. So why is it that people insist that the images they capture with their cameras be the same as what they see in their heads?

These are just some fun and free shots. The first is a self portrait of me spinning with an open shutter in front of a mirror. The others are pictures from an old relationship. I had deleted all these originally, but yesterday I found them in my recycle bin, and since I am over my past now, I thought, why not?

I just felt like you people should listen to some music. Here it goes:



And maybe my favorite video on Youtube:


Another one from Cibelle:


I know this chick can sound a little bit "hipstery", but I think she is pretty creative and genuine. A true Brazilian raised in Europe. Give her a shot, and if you hate it, you can sock me, or haunt me in my dreams. Your choice. Good night.