Projects

There was a time when I thought that projects were just dead end plans.

That those guys who were talking about projects weren't even close to actually doing something. Now I have become one of them- why not call them project people...

And, what a surprise, I guess projects are not that bad after all. Projects are actually quite good. We simply need to differentiate between project people who actually take actions and project people whose projects are doomed to end in talk.

Well, sure, some projects are not meant to evolve. They are meant to keep us up and dreaming, to inspire us and give us energy to pursue other projects. But still, at one point we have to decide wether we embrace the responsibility for a project (make it ours) or leave it in the lower drawer of our desk, our mind. That's why I'd like to think of myself as a project dreamer and a project maker...some of my projects are not very likely to work out but still I like to continue dreaming them. They happen to be quite the extraordinary inspiration...and then again there are some projects worth the try and I have faith that I'll be smart enough to go for it.

Ahn, once you found someone to share, dream and create a project - and then to dream again - you'll probably find that you're a project person after all...I happened to be lucky enough to find such a someone - or some of them for this matter.

Just accept my humble advice - join the right group...

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PENA

O Teatro Mágico

Composição: Fernando Anitelli e Maíra Viana

O poeta pena quando cai o pano
E o pano cai
Um sorriso por ingresso
Falta assunto, falta acesso
Talento traduzido em cédula
E a cédula tronco é a cédula mãe solteira

O poeta pena quando cai o pano
E o pano cai
Acordes em oferta, cordel em promoção
A Prosa presa em papel de bala
Música rara em liquidação

E quando o nó cegar
Deixa desatar em nós
Solta a prosa presa
A Luz acesa
Lá se dorme um Sol em mim menor

Eu sinto que sei que sou um tanto bem maior

O palhaço pena quando cai o pano
E o pano cai
A porcentagem e o verso
rifa, tarifa e refrão
Talento provado em papel moeda
Poesia metamorfoseada em cifrão

O palhaço pena quando cai o pano
E o pano cai
Meu museu em obras, obras em leilão
Atalhos, retalhos, sobras
A matemática da arte em papel de pão

E quando o nó cegar
Deixa desatar em nós
Solta a prosa presa
A luz acesa
Já se abre um sol em mim maior

Eu sinto que sei que sou um tanto bem maior