"Freedom without wisdom is slavery in disguise/ Being secular minded will only hypnotize / Us who never realize / the price we pay to be memorized" -Iisroc.

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Manta Resorts Underwater Hotel Room opens in Pemba Island | Mozambique  (by Genberg Underwater Hotels  - photos byJesper Anhede)

Situated off the eastern coast of Africa by Pemba Island, a private floating island at the Manta Resort provides guests with an all-inclusive hotel room submerged four meters below the surface of the ocean. Designed by Swedish company Genberg Underwater Hotels, each of the three levels that make up the buoyant building has its own unique view: a rooftop terrace for sun bathing in the day and star gazing at night, a landing deck at sea level equipped with a lounge and restroom, and an underwater hotel room below surrounded by panes of glass for a 360 degree marine panorama. 

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Mom: Home in 5 minutes, hope you’ve taken the chicken out of the freezer

Me: image

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The Hope of Life cont.

there i go into the night,

and all i could see was the distant light,

memories transpose within my sight,

i begin to ponder as i write,

the sounds i hear echo through perfect time,

though i am still, only with this heart of mine,

i cannot furthermore in fine, until the love my heart possessed defined the great line,

take away my sight,

take away everything you knew was right,

and like the darkness with a little light,

i promise on that day i will not give up the fight

because i know….this heart of mine will prevail as i walk to you with all my might.

white trail, circa ‘08, self

white trail, circa ‘08, self

reminds me of home if you know what i mean.

shut (me) down.

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After a 20 cents raise in public transports fare was anounced, thousands of brazilians went out to the streets to protest. But our riots go beyond 20 cents. Our country is facing corruption scandals, hyperinflation, high tax rates, precarious health care and education system, not to mention serious violation of the three powers (by proposals of taking away decisions from the Brazilian Supreme Court to the Congress) and proposed laws that will force raped women who got pregnant to have the child.

The riots, however, were entirely pacifist until the police attacked the unarmed protesters. People who were protesting, people who were simply passing by and even journalists were hurt. The police shot everyone in their way with rubber bullets. Some of them were shot in the eye. The police also fired expired tear gas.

It is very important to state that the protesters were not armed, were not “looking for a fight”. They kept screaming "no violence, no violence", but the police didn’t care. Many of the protesters got severely hurt.

Our president has not yet said a word about it. We need the world to know about this. Please, spread the word.

(the following is translated and slightly edited from this)

Drunk, again. Home late, smelling like a whorehouse. Tried to wake his wife at 2am, asked her about dinner. She didn’t listen. He decided to wake her up with a punch. Heard a resentful weep, forgot about how hungry he was and went to sleep. The next day, didn’t go to work.

Time passes and she always forgives. Covers her bruises with make up. This same routine keeps going for years. Let’s try again, just one more time, just one more time.

She’s home from work, desperate to have someone to talk to about the wonderful things that happened on her job. He pretends not to listen and just keeps watching tv. Anything is better than listening to her crap. A few hours later he wants sex. She wants to cuddle. Tries to kiss him, carress the back of his neck, carefully chooses the lingerie. He doesn’t give a shit. Take off your clothes, he says. Powerless, that’s what she does. Rude sex.

She complains, he throws plates at her. Cuts her arm with them. He thought it funny that her skin was so fragile. You’re so weak, he said.

They wake up together, he goes to take a shower. Leaves a wet towel on the bed. Wet towel. Once again. He dresses himself. She gets the porcelain abajour. Hits him in the head. He faints, but she keeps hitting, never getting enough. The pool of blood is nothing compared to the tiver of sorrow inside her.

The next day, that’s what you’ll hear across the neighborhood:

“She killed him because of a wet towel, curse her.”

“They started a revolution because of 20 cents, curse them.”

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