The "jungle" I walk past in my daily commute.             As I engage in my 5-minute walk back home, countless thoughts flourish amid fears of a shrinking end-of-month budget.  The light rain that falls this evening brings the gentle music one needs to feel happy or sorrow. Umbrella up, leaps down the watered street, my body reflects on the asphalt mirror like a character from a noir movie: Humphrey Bogart  or so, it only lacks the red-lip lady looking sneakily from a side porch.  Life’s a movie then, you play your part, sad or thrilling, giving up on a happy ending.             Hiking’s cheap, flying’s much better. So many places to see, you can’t help remembering that song, “So far away from me”. The year was 1979, maybe a little earlier, people rallied on the streets for democracy, there were still militaries everywhere, overseeing us, lecturing us on whatever they wished or thought they should. We strolled pass them and glanced at the armored cars, because thou

                    Many friends have complained that this country isn’t going fast enough, that it has been too lazy, inconstant and doubtful in its march towards backwardness. This way, they say, we will never get what we are promised to. One century ago, poet Oswald de Andrade claimed that antropophagy was the way we should undertake to  reach civilization right away, but we have evolved since: now autophagy is the thing, our real style. Why should we worry about this national  foolishness if we can achieve this much faster than politicians, economists and the media have voiced?             Crises is all around, let's pump our economic figures! It could just be more chaotic and unplanned than before, let's rest in piece. What does this people want? more half a million of polluting, noisy, individuallistic, dusgusting cars, highways, factories, second-class frozen recipies, growing everywhere, like mushrooms. There are people going hungry in this country, 

(Imagem: www.whyevolutionistrue.wordpress)             Those who pray and those who don’t. Those who write poems and those who read them. Those who live every minute as if it were the last one, we all search high  and low for eternity. At old times as well as in the age of the Internet, the same thoughts keep rolling on and on in our minds, after all mankind hasn’t changed so much, we’ve got to watch the news:             “Men land on Mars and are kidnapped by aliens”             “Eldelry skateboarder breaks legs but doesn’t give up”             Where are we heading?             The other day I met and old friend of mine:             - Hi, John! How’re ya doing?             - Got fired, wife’s gone with a neighbour and the planet’s dry and thirsty.             - No problem’s too difficult to fix. Listen, why don’t you go on a long vacation?             - How come? I’m totally broken.             - That’s the point. When you’re upside down, turn it down upright