Esta é em memória de outros tempos, Mario Frederico de Medeiros Kremer

Kodachrome
Paul Simon


When I think back
On all the crap I learned in high school
It`s a wonder
I can think at all
And though my lack of education
Hasn`t hurt me none
I can read the writing on the wall

Kodachrome
They give us those nice bright colors
They give us the greens of summers
Makes you think all the world`s
A sunny day
I got a Nikon camera
I love to take a photograph
So mama don`t take my Kodachrome away

If you took all the girl I knew
When I was single
And brought them all together
For one night
I know they`d never match
My sweet imagination
Everything looks worse
In black and white

Kodachrome
They give us those nice bright colors
They give us the greens of summers
Makes you think all the world`s
A sunny day
I got a Nikon camera
I love to take a photograph
So mama don`t take my Kodachrome away

Sou mais o Alzhm

prefiro esquecer que bebi
do que mal segurar o copo

Avatar & So On, but you got to hear it loud

Keep The Customer Satisfied
Simon & Garfunkel

Gee but its great to be back home
Home is where I want to be
I've been on the road so long my friend
that if you came along I know you couldn't disagree
its the same old story
Everywhere I go I get slandered
Libeled, I hear words I never heard in the bible
and I'm one step ahead of the shoeshine
Two steps away from the county line
Just trying to keep my customers satisfied
Satisfied

Deputy sheriff said to me
tell me what you came here for boy
You better get your bags and flee
You're in trouble boy
And now you're heading into more
Its the same old story
Everywhere I go
I get slandered
Libeled
I hear words I never heard in the bible
and I'm one step ahead of the shoe shine.

Let me bring you Coral Progressive Rock

Songs From The Wood
Jethro Tull

Let me bring you songs from the wood:
to make you feel much better than you could know.
Dust you down from tip to toe.
Show you how the garden grows.
Hold you steady as you go.
Join the chorus if you can:
it'll make of you an honest man.

Let me bring you love from the field:
poppies red and roses filled with summer rain.
To heal the wound and still the pain
that threatens again and again
as you drag down every lover's lane.
Life's long celebration's here.
I'll toast you all in penny cheer.

Let me bring you all things refined:
galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale.
Greetings well met fellow, hail!
I am the wind to fill your sail.
I am the cross to take your nail:
A singer of these ageless times.
With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes.

Songs from the wood make you feel much better.

In a while

50 Ways To Leave Your Lover
Paul Simon

The problem is all inside your head, she said to me
The answer is easy if you take it logically
I’d like to help you in your struggle to be free
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover

She said it’s really not my habit to intrude
Furthermore, I hope my meaning won’t be lost or misconstrued
But I’ll repeat myself at the risk of being crude
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover
Fifty ways to leave your lover

Just slip out the back, jack
Make a new plan, stan
You don’t need to be coy, roy
Just get yourself free
Hop on the bus, gus
You don’t need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, lee
And get yourself free

Just slip out the back, jack
Make a new plan, stan
You don’t need to be coy, roy
Just listen to me
Hop on the bus, gus
You don’t need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, lee
And get yourself free

She said it grieves me so to see you in such pain
I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again
I said I appreciate that and would you please explain
About the fifty ways

She said why don’t we both just sleep on it tonight
And I believe in the morning you’ll begin to see the light
And then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover
Fifty ways to leave your lover

Just slip out the back, jack
Make a new plan, stan
You don’t need to be coy, roy
Just listen to me
Hop on the bus, gus
You don’t need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, lee
And get yourself free

E para ninguém dizer que só falei de desgraça

veja um sinal nos céus:

Já vi esse filme

Sinal de Caim
João Bosco & Aldir Blanc

Já vi
Esse filme
E por não ser do time
Me acusam de um crime
Que não cometi... isso aí,
Mas o revólver não pára,
E o chapéu do mocinho
Não cai da cabeça.
Isso faz qu´eu não esqueça
O que guardam pra mim...
Eu já vi o desenho,
Já vi esse treiler,
Já vi esse filme que saco!
Eu morro no fim.

Conheço bem o papel que me deram:
A minha sina é o sinal de caim,
E muito antes do bondoso abel
Esvoaçar pro beleléu
Me censuraram o céu.
Eu sei dos idos e dos decaídos.
Por isso ninguém vai me conceder perdão.
Mas esse filme é muito, muito antigo,
Eu prefiro um inimigo do que um mau irmão.
Pra chatear eu uso sobretudo
E toco as teclas negras dos bemóis
E aguardo o estouro debaixo das camas
E ponho aranhas manchando os lençóis...

Minha tragédia passa a ser comédia
E a velharada baba aplaudindo o final.
É natural...

Enquanto isso, nos Esteites

Há décadas empresas americanas vêm terceirizando a produção na crença de que a atividade não trazia nenhuma vantagem competitiva. A consequência foi desastrosa, pois operações de produção de baixo valor trazem as sementes da inovação no futuro.

O que essas empresas vêm destruindo é o que Pisano e Shih chamam de commons industrial do país — ou seja, os recursos operacionais coletivos que sustentam o desenvolvimento de novos produtos e processos pela indústria americana. O resultado foi que os EUA perderam não só a capacidade de desenvolver e fabricar bens de alta tecnologia como televisores, chips de memória e laptops, mas também o know-how para produzir novidades importantes como o leitor de publicações digitais Kindle, servidores arrojados, painéis solares e baterias que alimentarão a próxima geração de veículos.

Reverter o declínio na competitividade americana vai exigir duas mudanças drásticas:
• O Governo terá de mudar o modo como apoia tanto a pesquisa científica básica como a aplicada para promover a ampla colaboração entre iniciativa privada, mundo acadêmico e poder público exigida para o enfrentamento dos grandes problemas da sociedade.

• Dirigentes empresariais terão de rever práticas e estruturas de governança para deixarem de exagerar os benefícios e de menosprezar os riscos de terceirizar a produção e de cortar investimentos em P&D.

Para os EUA, reativar a indústria de alta tecnologia é imprescindível. Sem isso, não haverá como retomar o caminho do crescimento sustentável, condição para que elimine seus imensos déficits e melhore o padrão de vida da população.

Como restaurar a competitividade americana ( Resume - Harvad Business Review)
Gary P. Pisano e Willy C. Shih

.........................

'E nóis com isso. Temo borsa-familha!'

A Dream Within A Dream

For my own part
I have never had a thought
Which I could not set down in words
With even more distinctness
Than that which I conceived it

There is however, a class of fancies
Of Exquisite delicacy
Which are not thoughts
And to which is yet, I have found it
Absolutely impossible to adapt to language

These fancies arise in us all
Alas how rarely
Only an epics of most intense tranquility
When the body and mental health are in perfection
And at those mired points of time

Where the confines of the waking world
Blend with the world of dreams
And so I captured this fancy
Where all that we see or seem is but
A Dream Within A Dream

Turn away?

Nothing Left to Lose
Alan Parsons Project

Nothing's good the news is bad
The heat goes on and it drives you mad
Scornful thoughts that fly your way
You should turn away cause there's nothing more to say

You gave the best you had to give
You only have one life to live
You fought so hard you were a slave
After all you gave there was nothing left to save

You've got nothing left to lose (you've got nothing left to lose)
No you've got nothing left to lose (who'd wanna be standing in your shoes)

You read the book, you turn the page,
You change your life in a thousand ways,
The dawn of reason lights your eyes,
With the key you realize,
To the kingdom of the wise

Nothing ventured nothing gained
No more lingering doubt remained
Nothing sacred or profane
Everything to gain
Cause you've nothing left

The Hare Who Lost His Spectacles

This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles.
Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching. Sitting on a
Fence one day, he was surprised when suddenly a kangaroo ran close
By.
Now this may not seem strange, but when owl overheard kangaroo whisper
To no one in particular, ``the hare has lost his spectacles,’’ well, he
Began to wonder.
Presently, the moon appeared from behind a cloud and there, lying on
The grass was hare. in the stream that flowed by the grass -- a
Newt. and sitting astride a twig of a bush -- a bee.
Ostensibly motionless, the hare was trembling with excitement, for
Without his spectacles he was completely helpless. Where were his
Spectacles? could someone have stolen them? had he mislaid them? what
Was he to do?
Bee wanted to help, and thinking he had the answer began: ``you
Probably ate them thinking they were a carrot.’’
``no!’’ interrupted owl, who was wise. ``i have good eye-sight, insight,
And foresight. How could an intelligent hare make such a silly
Mistake? ’’ but all this time, owl had been sitting on the fence,
Scowling!
Kangaroo were hopping mad at this sort of talk. She thought herself
Far superior in intelligence to the others. She was their leader;
Their guru. She had the answer: ``hare, you must go in search of the
Optician.’’
But then she realized that hare was completely helpless without his
Spectacles. And so, kangaroo loudly proclaimed, ``i can’t send hare in
Search of anything!’’
``you can guru, you can!’’ shouted newt. ``you can send him with owl.’’
But owl had gone to sleep. Newt knew too much to be stopped by so
Small a problem -- ``you can take him in your pouch.’’ but alas, hare
Was much too big to fit into kangaroo’s pouch.
All this time, it had been quite plain to hare that the others knew
Nothing about spectacles.
As for all their tempting ideas, well hare didn’t care.
The lost spectacles were his own affair.
And after all, hare did have a spare a-pair.
A-pair.

Jethro Tull

Another, from Kooltrain, again

Long distance information, just to Rock

Memphis Tenesse
Johnny Rivers
Chuck Berry

Long distance information, give me memphis tennessee
Help me find a party that tried to get in touch with me
She could not leave a number but i know who placed the call
'cause my uncle took a message and he wrote it on the wall

Help me, information, get in touch with my marie
She's the only one who'd call me here from memphis tennessee
Her home is on the south side, high upon a ridge
Just a half a mile from the mississippi bridge

Last time i saw marie she was wavin' me goodbye
With "hurry-home" drops on her cheek that trickled from her eye
But we were pulled apart because her mom did not agree
And tore apart our happy home in memphis tennessee

Help me, information, more than that i cannot add
Only that i miss her and all the fun we had
Marie is only six years old, information please
Try to put me through to her in memphis tennessee

The Show Must Go On, or nothing left to sayve

Day After Day
Alan Parsons Project

Gaze at the sky
And picture a memory
Of days in your life
You knew what it meant to be happy and free
With time on your side

Remember your daddy
When no one was wiser
Your ma used to say
That you would go further than he ever could
With time on your side

Think of a boy with the stars in his eye
Longing to reach them but frightened to try
Sadly, you'd say, someday, someday

But day after day
The show must go on
And time slipped away
Before you could build any castles in Spain
The chance had gone by

With nothing to say
And no one to say it to

Nothing has changed
You've still got it all to do
Surely you know
The chance has gone by

Think of a boy with the stars in his eye
Longing to reach them but frightened to try
Sadly, you'd say, someday, someday

But, day after day
The show must go on
And you gaze at the sky
And picture a memory of days in your life
With time on your side

With time on your side
(Day after day the show must go on)
With time on your side
(Day after day the show must go on

Dark Side Of The Earth, or just another side

Stars
Simply Red
Mick Hucknall

Anyone who ever held you
Would tell you the way I'm feeling
Anyone who ever wanted you
Would try to tell you what I feel inside
The only thing I ever wanted
Was the feeling that you ain't faking
The only one you ever thought about
Wait a minute, can't you see

That I…
Wanna fall from the stars
Straight into your arms
I… I feel you
I hope you comprehend

For the man who tried to hurt you
He's explaining the way I'm feeling
For all the jealousy I caused you
States the reason why I'm trying to hide
As for all the things you taught me
It sends my future into clearer dimensions
You'll never know how much you hurt me
Stay a minute, can't you see

That I…
Wanna fall from the stars
Straight into your arms
I… I feel you
I hope you comprehend

Too many hearts are broken
A lover's promise never came with a maybe
So many words are left unspoken
The silent voices are driving me crazy
After all the pain you caused me
Making up could never be your intention
You'll never know how much you hurt me
Stay, can't you see

That I…
Wanna fall from the stars
Straight into your arms
I… I feel you
I hope you comprehend

That I…
Wanna fall from the stars
Straight into your arms
I… I feel you
I hope you comprehend

Saving My Heart

Yes



In the street where we live there's a place called desire
There's a stone cold intrusion of mad man's fire
That he leaves when the lust and desire released
And you left with an empty room in peace

Chorus:
Saving my heart for you
You do what you wanna do
There's a place in my heart for you
This time I'm watching you
'Till the blood in my veins run dry
I'll be there to testify
There's a place in my heart for you

I've been lost in a maze of emotional compound
I believe that you knew that our faith was secure
How you kept to be smile with the cool disposition
How you stuck in the fire with a new sense of reason

Chorus

You tell me "Take it easy"
but it's not my style
something around the corner
It'll pass you by
I wanna hold you closer
to connect my fortunes
I wanna take you higher
take it out like you did before

E para todos os outros, Cidinha Campos

Ao grande Lucas, Johnny O'rivers

It's Too Late
(Chuck Willis)



I remember when I told you
I would try in every way
To hold you, and love you
And kiss you and keep you
Till my dying day

You just laughed
Said you found somebody new
Someone to make me
Forget about you

And now you tell me
That your new love
Isn´t true
Like he should be
You say you´re gonna forget him
And you´re gonna come back to me

But things have changed
I got me somebody new
Someone to make me
Forget about you
I´m telling you

That it´s too late
To say you´re sorry
It´s too late
To say you´re mine
I have found myself a new love
And I´m gonna make her mine

It´s too late
It´s too late

Many days I tried to call you
Many nights I sat alone
Everyone knew that I loved you
But you had a love of your own

And now that he´s gone
You think you can come back to me
I´m not the same fool
That I used to be
And you´re gonna see

That it´s too late
To say you´re sorry
It´s too late
To say you´re mine
I have found myself a new love
And I´m gonna make her mine

It´s too late
It´s too late
To say you´re mine

I remember when I told you
I would try in every way
To hold you, and kiss you
And keep you, baby
Till my dying day

But you just laughed, ha
Said you found somebody new
Someone to make me
Forget about you

And then you tell me
That this new love
Isn´t true
Like he should be
You say that you´re gonna forget him
And you´re gonna come back to me

But things have changed
I got me somebody new
Someone to make me
Forget about you
I´m telling you

That it´s too late
To say you´re sorry
It´s too late
To say you´re mine
I have found myself a new love
And I´m gonna make her mine

It´s too late
It´s too late
To say you´re mine

Everybody's got

Something To Hide Except For Me And My Monkey
Lennon / McCartney

Come on.
Come on.
Come on, it's such a joy.
Come on, it's such a joy.
Come on, let's take it easy.
Come on, let's take it easy.
Take it easy.
Take it easy.
Everybody's got something to hide,
except for me and my monkey.

The deeper you go,
the higher you fly.
The higher you fly,
the deeper you go.
So, come on.
Come on.
Come on, it's such a joy.
Come on, it's such a joy.
Come on, let's make it easy.
Come on, let's make it easy.
Take it easy.
Take it easy.
Everybody's got something to hide,
except for me and my monkey.

Your inside is out
when your outside is in.
Your outside it in
when your inside it out.
So, come on.
Come on.
Come on, it's such a joy.
Come on, it's such a joy.
Come on, let's make it easy.
Come on, let's make it easy.
Make it easy.
Make it easy.
Everybody's got something to hide,
except for me and my monkey.

Hey!

Come on...

(O vídeo é bem fajuto, masssss...)

Jóias da publicidade

Esses portugueses...

Pelo seu aniversário (happy anniversary baby)

Passam-se os anos...

Os “saberes” mudam, mas ao mesmo tempo compartilham sua identidade.

As “percepções” se aguçam, mesmo que, às vezes, saiam de fininho. Melhor não perceber...

Os “sentimentos” organizam-se de forma mais racional. No entanto, jamais sem a candura da intuição.

A “dualidade” mente-corpo se enaltece, só que misturada num todo homogêneo (que é maior que todos nós). Às vezes o corpo fala mais alto. Dói o braço. A mente tenta mascarar... afinal, ela pode mudar a realidade. E ela sabe disso..... só não costuma nos contar.... rsss

O “grito de vitória e liberdade” preso na garganta por tanto tempo, hoje é senha de internet. Facinho de ser memorizado.

Tão bom se ver livre das velhas estruturas.... mesmo que presa a novas (mais grandiosas e monumentais).

Tá.

Tudo isso para dizer a vc que cheguei à fase da “média-maturidade”. Realidade de muitas leituras e infinitas reflexões...

Tinta no cabelo (loira forever...), massagem nas costas (tapa na tensão), ISO STRETCHING (tapa na rigidez muscular), muito vinho tinto seco (tapa no colesterol) e a maravilhosa sensação de, ao matar um leão por semana (o mestrado me dá vários tapas...), sentir-me incrivelmente viva!

Viva. Produtiva. Feliz.

Talvez, a longa sucessão de “nãos”, nestes últimos 50 anos, compuseram um novo “eu”. Mais forte, agora com objetivos (meus sonhos com data marcada) e muita determinação.

Como sentir tudo isso, individualmente? Não..... não....... e não!

Quero compartilhar com vc todo esse turbilhão de sentimentos! Quero sentir seu abraço fraterno! Quero sua presença, ao meu lado, nesta noite especial! Palmas a mim e a vc! Estamos todos de parabéns!

Com direito à dança (folclórica - uai... pq não?) da boa, tocador de "derbake" ao vivo e a cores (importado do Líbano - sem passar pelo Paraguay).

E que brindemos à vida!

E que brindemos à amizade!

E que brindemos a todas as vitórias que estão por vir! (e que, oportunamente, tb serão brindadas... rsss...)

E que brindemos à maior vitória de todas: estarmos vivos, juntos e celebrando!

No aqui e no agora.

É o que vale. É o que temos. E isso é ouro!


Rossana Flor

E para não dizer(rem) que eu não falei das flores

Ossário

Alexandre Orion – Skulls in Sao Paolo


A few years ago he adorned a transport tunnel in Sao Paolo with a mural consisting of a series of skulls to remind drivers of the detrimental impact their emissions have on the planet.

The Brazilian authorities were incensed but couldn’t actually charge him with anything so they instead cleaned the tunnel. At first they cleaned only the parts Alexandre had cleared but after the artist switched to the opposite wall they had to clean that too. In the end, the authorities decided to wash every tunnel in the city, missing the irony completely, it seems.



"Era véspera de eleição, as paredes dos túneis recém-inaugurados sob a Av. Faria Lima reluziam um amarelo forte que em poucos meses enegreceria.

A quantidade de fuligem armazenada diariamente nos túneis é a mesma que respiramos fora deles.

Neste local exclusivo para automóveis, eu precisava representar o humano. Transformaria o túnel em catacumba. Surgia a idéia de Ossário.

Eu previa as abordagens policiais, mas não que seriam tantas e tão curiosas. Foram em média 5 por madrugada de trabalho.

Com a arma em punho, muitas vezes apontada em minha direção, eles diziam: o que é isso? O que você tá fazendo? Eu respondia: tô limpando!

As tentativas de interromper a intervenção foram frustradas. Só havia um modo de impedir a minha 'limpeza'. Seria limpando também.

Numa das madrugadas o silêncio tomou o túnel. Ele havia sido interditado e, minutos depois, um caminhão-pipa desceu a rampa.

A Prefeitura lavou.

Lavou apenas a parte do túnel em que eu intervim. O restante continuou sujo como deve ser. Voltei na madrugada seguinte e continuei a limpeza.

Se minha maneira de limpar é arte, se a limpeza da prefeitura é censura, não importa. Melhor que limpar é parar de poluir."

Alexandre Orion

Mais em: Reverse Graffiti

e: Graffiti Ars

Em adendo: a exposição sobre a intervenção de Alexandre Orion está acontecendo neste momento no Centro Cultural Banco do Brasil, em São Paulo, com patrocínio do Banco, e encerrando no dia 9 próximo.