@ Wednesday, Aug. 19, 2009 – 06:11:45 pm
it seems like a century since I've been here on my very first blog-love. well....its been quite a jampacked series of weeks that seemed to just choke in together.
might have even less time still as I battle with work on my thesis....but will try be here some more still....
@ Friday, Jul. 17, 2009 – 09:50:03 am
It's been one of those kinds of weeks when on Friday you go: "phew! TGIF!!".
I commenced my internship at the Instituto Observatorio Soical in the city of Sao Paulo...I also started work on my dissertation.
Well, this seems to be like setting off on the last lap of a very eventful stay in Brazil. It really is a wonderful country I must say!!
@ Friday, Jun. 05, 2009 – 06:41:58 pm
She called to me
Half her, half fish
Rippling light cries
Of pleasure, rising from the sea
At the bank, I stand
Then lay down, playing with the sand
Hugging tightly the shore
As I think of the days of yore
Sensual caresses of your breeze
....steal me
Soul enchantress, from the deep
Sereia, will you not let me be?
She calls to me, as she always does
Enticingly, breaking the laws
Between myths and us
She calls to me...at the seas' shores
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Author's note: Sereia is mermaid in Portuguese
@ Tuesday, May. 05, 2009 – 08:22:44 pm
The stealth of the thief
Takes on a bold gait
possession is ownership
...is it?
Sunken eyes do cry
The tears only take a while
Stormy drum beats echo in my
Head, from times gone bye
....times that loom with the pregnancy
Of a tomb ahead
I search for words
None can I find
None but a resounding question:Is
This the end or a beginning?
After this in Ekiti
...what next?
@ Tuesday, May. 05, 2009 – 03:53:21 pm
It keeps turning
With gears, sometimes without
It makes nonsense
Of even the senses, while it tries
To make some sense
It unfolds, very much like a rumpled skirt
It roars like a thousand waves, in caves
Of cannibals, devouring themselves
It is a wheel, that is and yet is not
A wheel, it is that we have and yet
Must lose
....what a funny thing, life is
@ Tuesday, May. 05, 2009 – 02:25:33 am
Shards of glass, splinters
Of wood, debris from whence
All was good
Memories of nights, figments
Of days, thoughts of things
When all was right
The tomb of life, in your
Womb of death, smite
My rest
I seek to grasp, but my hands
Slip and gulps of air, I
Take with gasps
Across the river, faintly
Though, I see a rainbow....could
This cloud have a lining of silver?
@ Monday, May. 04, 2009 – 01:00:26 am
Once the sky seemed blue
And my life revolved around you
I lived then, not in days, but in aeons
....within your arms
The chirping of the birds in the trees
Were solely for me
Songs of my heart, beating
To the rhythm
Of your living
There were days that seem now like yesterday
....yet they seem still, like ages
Away.
I sit here, in the middle of no where
And I wonder:
....where have they gone?
@ Sunday, Apr. 26, 2009 – 11:46:20 pm
Its raging, spreading
Pounding...numbingly
I can't see it, I
Can't even hear it
...do I feel it?
I don't know what I
Feel, how can I know
If I feel it?
It rages
Ringing without rhythm
Somewhere deep within the recess
Of my mind
...if yet I have any
I can't see, but it shines still
An incandescence of darkness
Through the frost of mists
That bite
Dancing to madness, drum beats
That heave, yet won't leave
Asserting mortality in eternity
What is this, if anything it is?
Could it let me be? Could I let it
See, that I see it not?
But yet, my feelings not me, hear it
....losing me
Tearing me apart...losing me
@ Friday, Mar. 06, 2009 – 06:25:33 pm
There was a really great party here yesterday in which the university community welcomed the new students. For us non-Portuguese speaking students, I would argue that it was hardly publicised. I got to know barely fifteen minutes before it started when my flatmates in our Republika were like 'hey Baba we are going for the party, how about you?' I intended to go for an hour or two because of the essay I am writing but ended up spending five hours or thereabout! And when I left at 4.30am the life band was still jamming!
....Brasilieros sure love to rock!!!!!!!
@ Monday, Feb. 16, 2009 – 11:31:00 pm
Here I am
Long before today was to come
Your call was strident and felt
In the innermost recess of my soul
Urging, beckoning, calling…
Your clarion of a new world, spans
The past that spawned
Your today
Your clarion call of a new world, reaches
To the crevices
Of a future of humanity
….seeking to find itself
Your call I have heeded, Oh! beautiful land
Of beautiful people, the warm sun and
The passionate leather-bound ball
Brazil; I now call onto you
As a pilgrim seeking the hallowed
Halls of profanity’s sacrament
Brazil, in you I now am
A seeker that would be a seer, stoking the embers
Of the fires wrought in your cities and the Amazon
….breaking the chains of what was and is, with what will be
Brazil, here I am
…the Lion has landed.
Baba Aye, 06.47hrs, 07/02/09
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