Saturday, 29 September 2007

The salad dressing

Here I am in front of my salad dish and with the difficult task of preparing a sauce for it. Nothing seems more complicated once I am unskilled and not willing to resort to those industrialized dressings. Science and art are required and, what is more, the simple act of creating it reveals much of one´s personality and style. Shyness or excess, bitterness or mildness, focus or absent-mindedness, the character is unfolded as the liquids are poured.

More than the choice of the vegetables the preparation of the salad dressing shows the drama of linking two ends: the one which is known and loved and the other that holds everything that can be lost since bound to the uncertainty or the abandonment of oneself.

Monday, 3 September 2007

one way or another

…as he walks and counts his footsteps
now that mirrors are lost
finds doors in streets
so far so high as the lamps
in the image a-coming

[with ‘Preyed Upon’, by Tanita Tikaram in mind]
photo: Paulista Avenue, in São Paulo, by Ricardo Imaeda


Saturday, 11 August 2007



It seems you must be ready for a start or an end. Something going on any time. Like riding on a bike, wheels in a constant movement. Blade runner in the real life. Such is the rhythm they have in store for those willing to survive.

The sensitive ones may wish to step down. On a beautiful day the decision is matured and the countdown begins. The destination is not known since the take off is the primary concern. To get out is quite more essential than to meet a better situation.



Tuesday, 17 July 2007

In a word


No. I would ever say no because it is an achievement. After so long a denial can be a means of redemption or renewal. How many times did you say ‘no’ to an elusive offer? To a misleading person, a propelling leader? It can be hard, almost impossible some times. But once spoken its power echoes. It feels as if you were among mountains.


Monday, 9 July 2007

Saturday, 30 June 2007

Requiem for the real world

There are some days when it feels like floating in outer space, apart from the everyday life. It seems as if you were alien to people and buildings, and the rat race for surviving is paralleled to a distant videogame. Actually it can be a glimpse of the real world, a sort of Matrix effect. When you try to say something an ancient song comes instead. Could be terrifying but you just sway into the rhythm and let it lead you. All is there and at the same time only your mind is real.

Some days can be harder. They can take those feelings away and leave you a ticket.