on this bridge...

Fotografia by Vinicius Costa.

Subo pra me despedir do dia.
Respiro pra me embeber com céu.
Arrisco pra me desatar do medo.
...

[silêncio em memória do verso que não foi criado]
[silêncio em memória do que começou e agora paira no ar]
[melêncio em simória de mim, da risicalidade da muma, dos tertoques que nunca reminam]


Waking Life:

"On this bridge", Lorca warns, "life is not a dream. Beware and beware and... beware".
And so many think because "then" happens, "now" isn't. But didn't I mention the ongoing "wow" is happening right now?
We are all coauthors of this dancing exuberance where even our inabilities are having a roast.
We are the authors of ourselves, coauthoring a gigantic Dostoyevsky novel starring clowns.

This entire thing we're involved with called the world... is an opportunity to exhibit how exciting alienation can be.
Life is a matter of a miracle that is collected over time by moments flabbergasted to be in each other's presence.
The world is an exam to see if we can rise into the direct experiences.
Our eyesight is here as a test to see if we can see beyond it.
Matter is here as a test for our curiosity.
Doubt is here as an exam for our vitality.

Thomas Mann wrote that he would rather participate in life than write a hundred stories.
Giacometti was once run down by a car, and he recalled falling into a lucid faint, a sudden exhilaration, as he realized at last something was happening to him.
An assumption develops that you cannot understand life and live life simultaneously.
I do not agree entirely. Which is to say I do not exactly disagree.
I would say that life understood is life lived.
But the paradoxes bug me, and I can learn to love and make love to the paradoxes that bug me.
And on really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion.

Before you drift off, don't forget.
Which is to say, remember. Because remembering is so much more a psychotic activity than forgetting.
Lorca in that same poem said that the iguana will bite those who do not dream.
And as one realizes that one is a dream figure in another person's dream, that is self-awareness.