Tsuru's land

It is said that this bird is a symbol of longevity.

The figure of Tsuru (crane) is one of the most popular origami and also considered the most perfect folding because its basic form is the basis for other paper figures from animals to plants.

A long time ago people used to hang these birds of paper on the ceiling to entertain the children, especially babies who could not walk. The paper cranes were also offered in temples and altars, along with the prayer for protection. It is believed that originally, they had only a decorative function, and only later were associated with the prayers, luck and fortunes.

Nowadays in Japan, New Year's celebrations, marriage, birth in festive celebrations in general, the figure of the Tsuru is present in the decoration or packaging gift symbolizing health and fortune.

When a person is sick, she offers a thousand cranes (senbazuru) so that it is reinstated as soon as possible. By doubling each figure, people place in it all faith and hope in the recovery of the patient. The Peace Monument in Hiroshima, where the atomic bomb fell, several sets of a thousand cranes, from all parts of Japan are made by school students at last by a group of people who banded together to ask one thing: peace world. To prepare these thousand cranes need unity, faith and effort of many people, thus forming a chain of positive thinking.

I'll go... I'll go back another station

Don't ask me to be consistent, because I am. Again the wind came and it found my being.

Increasingly whole, increasingly alone. It will be a trend? It will be a choice? Or the destiny?

Everything points to a new way, wihich I want. And everything leads me to think I spent my life idealizing a lot nothing. And nothing, I believe, prepared my soul for everything, or almost everything.

I'll go... I know I'll come back different. At another station.

Time

What time?

If the time is not more the same
and I did not learn to count
these anxious seconds
Almost a century has passed
while I used to write
and what I thought
I do not think more
I realize only now
the weather outside
is bluer than 
inside

ABSTRACT

Orkut consists of a public place of discontinuities, where intimacy is unveiled through the subjects‟ narratives. To narrate knowing that one is being watched enacts a game of “displaying” and “hiding” which, somehow, rules and constitutes the social relations of such virtual place. When narrating their experiences, the subjects enact discourses that, beyond their own voices, bring the voices of the others. There is an entanglement of memories, from where one selects and organizes, on time and space, the hiper-textuality of one‟s own writing. It is possible to “walk” along such “Blue City” and to identify the rituals of contemporaneity which have started to settle into our society: new ways of narrating death, new ways of experimenting mourning, and new ways of rendering public that which, for a long time, had been confined to the private domain. In the present research, I attempt to understand how teenagers, users of Orkut, are dealing with life and death, with the ambivalent loneliness that springs from a set of virtual relations which might shorten some distances and make rifts between others. I analyze discourses of Brazilian youngsters who committed suicide and left, along the public spaces of Orkut, the virtual traces of a foretold, uttered death.

Keywords: Suicide, Internet, Orkut, Discourse Analysis

Have you ever seen this movie?

 From http://leloveimage.blogspot.com

The song, the band

I love the songs from this album. Especially, "Lucky man".  

Lucky man

Happiness 

More or less
It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
Oh my, my
Happiness
Coming and going
I watch you look at me
Watch my fever growing
I know just where I am

But how many corners do I have to turn?
How many times do I have to learn?
All the love I have is in my mind?

Well, I'm a lucky man
With fire in my hands

Happiness
Something in my own place
I'm standing naked
Smiling, I feel no disgrace
With who I am

Happiness
Coming and going
I watch you look at me
Watch my fever growing
I know just who I am

But how many corners do I have to turn?
How many times do I have to learn?
All the love I have is in my mind?

I hope you understand
I hope you understand

Gotta love that'll never die

Happiness
More or less
It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
Happiness
Coming and going
I watch you look at me
Watch my fever growing
I know
Oh my mind
Oh my mind
Oh my mind
Oh my mind

Gotta love that'll never die
Gotta love that'll never die
No, no
I'm a lucky man

It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
Oh my mind
Oh my mind
It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
Oh my mind
Oh my mind

Richard Ashcroft

Crazy and Saints

I choose my friends

not by their skin or other archetype

but by the pupil.

They have to have questioning

shine and unsetted tone.

I'm not interested in the good spirits

or the ones with bad habits.

I'll stick with the ones

that are made of me being

From them,

I don't want an answer,

I want to be reviewed

I want them to bring me doubts

and fears and to tolerate

the worst of me.

But that only being crazy

I want saints,

so they dount doubt differences

and ask for forgiveness for injustices.

I choose my friends

for their clean face

and their soul exposed

I don't just want a man or a skirt

I also want his greatest happiness.

A friend that doesn't laugh together

doesn´t know how to cry together.

All my friends are like that,

half foolish, half serious.

I don't want forseen

laughter or cries full of pity.

I want serious friends,

those that make reality

their fonutain of knowledge,

but that fight

to keep fantasy alive.

I don't want adult

or boring friends.

I want half kids

and half elderly

Kids, so they don't forget the value

of the wind blowing

on their faces and elderly people

so they're never in a hurry.

I have friends to know who I am.

Then seeing them as clowns and serious,

crazy and saints,

young and old,

I will never forget that "normalcy"

is a steril and imbecil illusion.

Oscar Wilde