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Friday, 18 January 2013

My things


My face, my hands, my, fingers, my heart...

My car, my house, my country ...,
 these are my things.

Not  ME!

However,
 if, my car, my house, my country...
Are but my things,

 Why the hell;
 my face, my hands, my, fingers, my heart ...,

  have to be, ME???

Manuela Trindade

Friday, 17 February 2012

Yesterday And today...




Disarmed from intrusive thoughts, there she rests watching an article on African traditions.

At the very heart of the jungle, a robust middle aged man sings.
 Under the sound of rustic melodies, falling drops of water, circling amongst the mountains mingles to his voice.
The offering of a ritual began. 

 A surrounding ai-é ai-é, flies from his mouth, back to his ancestors.
The empty space between the hollow walls of Nature’s mother, responds in an echo, which, seems to bubble incessantly.
 The ai-é ai-é, which, is been distilled by the man's throat, resonates melodiously, compiling a sense of universal harmony.

In this sublime moment, Lucília Augusta has the most complete certainty that all living beings delight together in this very same sound! All united by the same orchestra, the Nature's mother, sounds.

“My roots!”

  Silently she says.

“Now…that was what my Silveira kept referring to! He was my predator and my saviour all at once! He always made it clear, that I should go back to my roots. Sometimes out of pure prejudice, but philosophically he could not have been more right.”

 Lucília Augusta felt rocked by the mystery, while mentally transferred to a world of alienated “civilizations.”  - Straight into an intoxicatingly wild world, from where she drinks, Marufo and garapa, (a traditional African fermented drink)- until she throws up from the excess.

  Violently she sobs, crying of nostalgia for a past that could have been hers. A past of which, she had rather experienced instead of reading of.
 Heart, mind and soul, she weeps, while hugging that part of her that is so evident in her features.
 Lucília Augusta dances by, hugging herself, feeling such a strong vibration well within, and, allows it to flood into her soul.

 Dressed in vibrantly bright colourful cloths, unconcerned she laughs out loudly and loudly.
 These are the colours of Africa, the Mother Africa, which runs non-stopping through her veins.
 Hurls her body onto the ground and on behalf of all of the departed ones; shamelessly she covers it with soil. Then, stands up, still dressed in rags and alone ... singing and dancing amongst the wild mountains - by the sound of the ai-é ai-é.

She listens selflessly to the repetition of the drums, to the repetition of the ai-é ai-é and to the repetition of the echo. Unconsciously allows the self to merging into it and in perfect harmony, follows its rhythm.
 Still swaying by a zest of an intimate vibration, she shudders and frees up a strange and involuntary cry.

 Feeling refreshed and thirsty, barefoot she goes to the river, and drinks water from an indigenous bowl.
 Drinks it again in hollowed gourds and it tastes like an almost unknown distant childhood.
 It quenched her thirst.

 It was an unnamed thirst, which always insisted on returning to her.
 Instantly she offers it a long name:
“The thirst to know how to be.  - The thirst to know how to live.  - The thirst to know who you are!”

From now on, this thirst will not torment her anymore. For now, it has a name.
 Lucília Augusta thanked all the wise man for their affection and for the opportunity, they gave her to; once again, touch the ground that saw her birth.
Thanks them again for not being alone. For not being lost. For having being given the chance to know the name of the thirst, which always came back, slaughtering her being and never said who it was.

The Kissange,( African musical instrument) keeps on playing.

“I'm not alone!” she recalls.

 The Kissange!

This keeps playing on its own! Because no fingers were capable to follow the speed of madness, with which it moves.

“Thank you, humanity… Thank you, humanity!” 

by: Manuela trindade

Saturday, 25 June 2011

You are the sword and I am the wall

...We went hunting, we killed the prey and now we have to eat it!
In the middle of the expedition, we killed all the vultures; now, we are not allowed to leave our conquest drifting about.
For even the wind went to sleep in honour of our efforts at this chase.
The prey is ours and ours alone. No one will touch it because no one else exists. There’s only the two of us as the same coin. The hunter is on one side and the hunt at the other.

And now, you are the sword and I am the wall. Our desires have banded together and no longer know how to differentiate themselves. These are at an advanced and irreversible state of schizophrenia.
Desperately they manipulate the sword.
 There is only one target.
The wall which I am, with no space or refuge to escape to!
C’mon, my morning star.
Do strike me.
It has been a fair fight; I have not surrendered by lack of strength but by the incontestability found in the battle in question. Without you I can no longer find myself. I made the universal mistake of invading your mind and now I’m locked in it.

Therefore the wall is waiting for your accurate advances. That is, the wall is also you ... so; the sword revolves and preens against itself, against myself in a hallucinated dance.
It's time to pay off old and dangerous debts... it's time, my crescent moon...
From the book: -  (Yesterday And Today In Parallel Lines)

Wednesday, 18 May 2011

Intellectual Video That Goes Beyond Itself!

This highly intellectual video on atheism goes far beyond it! So I feel.
I mean; the ability to be there discussing abstract things such as; faith and religion! Perception and intuition! Reason and superstitious beliefs...


Although I could clearly see the intellectuals trying to reduce some theories to nothing; there is also a great deal of clarifying and very reasonable talking.

 For instance; the professor Richard Dawkins’ desire to help us open our minds over to reason, instead of blindly believing in whatever religious nonsense! Just because one might be afraid of a Divine punishment!

I totally agree with him that we need to use our capabilities and reason about such repressed superstitious prejudices!
Nevertheless, he has rejected the opportunity to debate his atheistic views against William Lane Craig’s teleological views!  And at another point, when asked: - “can you give an example of a genetic mutation or an evolutionary process which can be seen to increase the information of the genome?”  He really struggled to construct an answer and that was quite uncomfortable to watch.

Never mind, that was only a human reaction nothing else. We are in it together. Some are here as scientists, others as philosophers and so fourth. None of us know it all. What matters is that one keeps on broadening his/her mind and understandings, as much as one possibly can.


I surely agree a lot with him although I truly empathise with William Lane Craig imputes although he is not part of this particular debate.

He says that in recent decades scientists have marvelled; at the discovery that the conditions of the Big Bang have been finely tuned for the existence of intelligent life, with a precision and elegance that literally defies human understanding!

He talks of something made of two kinds: -one; when the laws of nature are expressed as a mathematical equation... some constants, such as the gravitational constant... what intrigues me the most is that these so intricate constants are not determined by the laws of nature though!
However, the laws of nature are consistent with a wide range of values for these very constants, how amazing!

-Two: -and to make things even more sophisticated, there are certain arbitrary quantities distributed as the inaugural conditions in which the laws of nature then influence.
We can use the quantity of entropy or the balance between the matter and the antimatter in the universe as an example. Now all these constants and quantities fall into a remarkably narrow range of values that permit life. Should these quantities or constant be changed in less than a human hair, the balance would be destroyed and life would not exist... so says William Lane Craig and it really makes sense so far!

One only has to keep the mind open and be aware of the real meaning behind these kinds of debates!
The talkings are all about faith and beliefs after all! You either believe one or the other!

The atheists cannot prove their statement about a nonexistent Creator! And the believers cannot prove that there’s a God! Hence, the former believe that there’s no God as much as the later believe that there’s a God!

However, in my view and experience, one may learn something crucial with them all!
For me, at this exact moment ... The fine tuning of the universe is a good enough theory as it follows logically that the best explanation so far is the Design. Thus, the teleological argument gives me something to hold on to! It offers me an intelligent Designer of the Cosmos and that suffices... for now.

Life is so broaden! One cannot place it in a box of any kind!
Meanwhile I’ll keep on learning and thinking things through before I board in a strange place and call it my home!

What about you?!

Tuesday, 17 May 2011

A Memory In My Mind






...It feels just like a memory in my mind.


A memory of a long gone past!


The past that was keen to offer itself over to me...
 In trays filled with vagrancy.


Yes!

Trays laden with dreams...


 Deafened dreams...by the cries of a heart which never believed that it would somewhat be freed from the shackles of; "good morality" ...



But what good morality? "...

The Thought And The Hand!

The thought! Intensifies...
The hand beseeches the fingers to enshrine it.


Thought that otherwise would come out flying on a voyage that although eternal could neither be caught, nor read or felt...


Not even imagined by others...


Then the writing comes...
The bold writing that manipulates the thought!


It plucks it out of the intimate brain and...
 Uninhibited it exposes the vibes into words...All to make sense.


Thus was born the book; Yesterday And Today In Parallel Lines.

... What is this book all about...!?

Find out what the book, Yesterday And Today In Parallel Lines is all about...



                                                           
                                                         - synopsis -







Lucília Augusta is a special woman.
She knows it and everyone around her recognise it as well.
 However, in an attempt to redefine her life, she lives experiences that will throw her face to face with  human degradation, humiliation, racism and even do what she has never dreamed of, ending up rediscovering herself as a fully human being and, finally, find her freedom...