My dream

Hearing perfectly a totally new music inside my head.
It was completly new-born in there.
A man and a women singing.
Language: portuguese of Brazil.
A duet.
Soft and calm voices.
Beautiful melody and harmony.
Image: the screen of Singstar - bars at a musical guideline, going up and down, fulfilling while they were singing.
Woke up, still remembering parts of the music.
Right now?
Totally lost in space-time.
Hope there`s an archive of dreams somewhere in the Universe.
Maybe in some black-hole.
Otherwise I`ll never, ever, hear the music of my head one more time. Never again.

Catalogia

Wanted to give a name to my science... Catarina... Cata + logia seemed fine.

Found the meaning in some dictionaries:

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Catalogia - Constant repetition of meaningless words and phrases; seen in schizophrenia. Hypertalkativity, volubility, incoherent unending streams of speech, verbigeration, talkativeness.

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Perfect! My name was made for this. I understand it now. The whole meaning of my life, since the beginning. Names are not in your register by chance. You`re giving a mission when you`re born. And it comes with your name.

You`re the blessed ones, because you`re abble to read my enlightened and wize words. That`s the point of me writing the blog. To repeate constantly meaningless words and phrases, incoherent unending streams of speech.

Now I`m a happyer person. I found peace inside of me. When I walk on the street, people have to put sunglasses, because my aura shines so bright. I no longer walk, I slide. When I go to the beach to bathe, I can`t, because the sea opens in front of me. At the lagoons I am not abble to dive, because I walk over the water. And the fishes gather all around me to hear me speak.

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P.S.: Also found this website... Hebrew? I dunno! http://www.catalogia.co.il/

A Photo

The Sky...

... What the Hell??

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Cantoria_December2007

To win power and keep it_The Fidel`s guide

How to win power and keep it? Fidel explains it. He took the Master`s degree.

Define objectives. You want to be the leader. Leadership planning. Cuban style. Simple but effective. Knock down the existing leader in a coup. Rule the country with an iron fist for almost 50 years (while you survive to hundreds of assassination attempts). Hold on to the job for as long as it is physically possible. With your teeth if you have to. When, at last, you can`t walk propely (because you fall); you can`t keep on going with your endless speeches (because you faint); you can barely lift your head from your hospital pillow to breathe fire into the face of your comrades... Succesion planing. You deliver the keys of your kingdom to the best man for the job - your loving younger brother, Raúl.

It is quite logical. You already have a certain age, more than 80. So, you delegate your power to your "successor in blood". With more vitality than you. After all, he`s only 76 years old. Oh! But he doesn`t look like. He seems to have only 73. A child, comparing to you.

It is unquestionable that the cigar-loving dictator has his own inimitable style of leadership. He is a character, with a questionable strategy. Because of it, many tried to topple him (topple=kill_Fidel`s dictionnary). And also started to use strategies. ´Acme-like` inventions, more suitable to Bugs Bunny` cartoons. He`s right when says that if surviving assassination attempts were an Olympic event, he would win the gold medal.

I have to admite that I`ve read that the Cubans have a longer life expectancy than many european countries. I was even more surprised to learn that they achieved 99.8% literacy in the country. You want to try to compare it to Europe and America? But then, poverty, lack of liberty. What`s it worth it for. To have a long life, but live it like shit. To know a lot about lots of things and be abble to read about another countries, but aren`t allowed to do what they feel like and go wherever they wish to go. Conversation: the doctor in medicin to Fidel - Hola señor Castro. Yo he ganado un bueno dinero salvando la vida de las personas. Así que ahora puedo comprarme un coche. Usted me lo permite? Fidel answers to him - Cuantas vidas as salvado? A ver... No! Todavia no es suficiente. Te quedan 600 enfermos hasta que puedas comprarlo. Y 200 dellos tienen que padecer de lepra, vale? Venga, chico, mientras tienes tu bici, para llevar tus hijos a la escuela, para que un dia puedan ser medicos como tu!

So what can we learn from Castro's leadership experiences? Work hard to get to the top. Then, work even harder to stay there.

So, if Fidel is reading this from his hospital sick bed, perhaps he should sit up (well, maybe not) and take notice, you're never too old to learn something new: you should never mix family and business. The best man for the job isn't necessarily your brother. Nor is it your best friend, and possibly not even your deputy. Nor your golden fish, or your guinea pig. Nor your canary or your dwarfed rabbit.

(I can say this, because my uncle put his cousin replacing him at the bookstore and it was no good... Went bankrupt. This cousin always new that the uncle sold books. The thing is that what the Cousin really loved to do was japanese origamis. So he saw another purpose to such an amount of paper.)

And when you say you are going, you do need to go. Not to keep your self in the parliement, waiting to be elected to the council of state. Hanging on for longer than is necessary, promising to go, then hanging on some more. And even after the handover, lingering like a bad smell, watching over the shoulder of your successor and sticking your nose in where you no longer should. At this point, you really should GET A LIFE. Or take up golf. (The two are mutually exclusive.)

A good leader will know when the time is right to go. When to give up, stand down, make way for someone younger, smarter, more energetic. And the very best leaders will have selflessly sought the one person that can do the job better than themselves.

Probably, ahead of his own eyes, Fidel was/is a great leader. For him, his little brother surelly fills all the requests above. Well, he certainly assures the most important: younger brothers always listen the older ones.

Why to read the small letters...

On every product you buy, there are small letters. Should pay more attention...

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For example, look at the ingredientes of barbecue sauce. No one never stops to read them. And the thing is that there is an ingredient called "smoke aroma". What kind of ingredient is this?

"Little John, please, go to the fire down the road and get me some smoke aroma because it has finished and I want to prepare dinner!".

When the cooks are making the sauce, how do they know if it is burning or not? "Doesn`t it smells like burned?" "No, it was me that opened the smoke aroma!".

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The condoms say in small letters "to conserve in a cool and dry place". Well, for what we want them for... Neither one nor the other.

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Spanish brand of cookies La Mallorquina, manufactured since 1916... With ingredients such as: flour, eggs, butter, emulsifier E461, dextrose, zorbital and potassium sulfate.

Just imagine this cooking-monk from 1916 saying "Sister Ornupeta, please don`t put too much dextrose nor zorbital because then the chaplain will go crazy-excited and we`ll have to give him Diazpam."

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Talking about Diazpam. It shouldn`t have so many secondary effect. Because if a tranquilizer have such an enormous list of contraindications... It won`t tranquilize nothing at all.

For starting, Diazpam may cause "sudden anxiety". In case you didn`t have enough already. "hallucinations, excitation and sleeping disorders"... "problems of balance when walking (fallen)"... "yellowish aspect of the skin and the eyes". The thing is: you really won`t care. You`ll be under the pills effect.

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The number one of secondary effects will have to be the contraceptive pill. You have a never ending list of them. And they`re not small things. No, you may take with you in that small box breast cancer, thrombosis, etc, etc, etc.

Shooting your knee would have less secondary effects.

To equal us, men would have to triturate the testicules.

2nd thought

... Corruption is a word spelled in several languages.

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During so many years I didn`t even know the word corruption.

Then, I got to know the word, but I had no idea of the meaning. It was just one more word. And I didn`t want to know what it meant, because it seemed so hard to write!

Then, I understood the concept, but didn`t know about no one who practiced it (I hadn`t visited the Zoo yet).

Later on my extensive life, someone at the TV explained to me, personally, face to face, that lots of portuguese politics and business-men were corrupt.

I thought (for the first time I thought): "Bad portuguese powerfull people. Hope my father isn`t corrupt. Because they talk all the time about corrupt people on the TV. That way all my friends will know my father is a corrupt. Oh, no, he can`t be. He`s not powerfull" (first reasoning of mine).

Then, during years, more and more people, coming from all around the world, entered my living-room and spoke to me. I realised that corruption was not an exclusive portuguese word. And I also realised that I was fucking important, because foreign journalists were coming to talk to me.

One afternoon I went to the Zoo. There I had the biggest disappointment of my life. I`ll share it with you, my dear friends: the zebras are corrupt. I`m sorry for ruining the nice image you had from zebras. They even bribe the director of the Zoo to have more leaves than the deer. And I also discovered that the zebras are not portuguese. They speak another language. They are abble to bribe the director in another language! He must be really smart to speak so many languages. But he`s not smart enough not to be bribed by a zebra. They`re donkey cousins for God sake!

Here in Andaluzia, more specifically in Marbella, they have The Distinct College of Corruption. At the DCC you can graduate only if you`re really good. But you may be sure that if you trust them your son`s future, it will be brilliant. As a matter of fact, to enter in Marbella, you have to pass the border by showing your DCC graduating card. It assures that you`re a certificated corrupt, enabled to corrupt all over the world.

So I say. Corruption can be such a beautiful word. It joins people all over the world, without considering race, religion, nationality, political or sexual orientation... And most of all, corruption it`s a beautiful word, because it made me think for the first and last time of my life.

1st thought

... Sex before marriage is such a positive thing.

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Therefore, should be approved by all religions and Parents (those are your gods if you`re under 18 - the most severe and powerfull of all gods).

Don`t share this thought of mine with your five legitimate kids. They should not do it for now. With your two bastard children, you may share whatever you want. Who cares. They don`t live with you, and you`ll keep them forever in the basement of the number 13th, on the Hell of the Bastards street. So, probably, they`ll never get to meet someone to have sex with.