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National Geographic, July 1977
National Geographic, July 1977
Boastings of male superiority, agile dancers in a prenuptial rite portray the sun and moon. Just as the celestial bodies loom above all, so do men see themselves as dominating Gimi life. Light radiated symbolically by gestures and body decorations represent mens’ knowledge of the world, for they often travel beyond the village while woman remain at home. A bark mask worn by the sun highlights the eyes, centre of awareness; a castoff rubber glove draws attention to a moonbeam hand.
National Geographic, March 1977
National Geographic, March 1977
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National Geographic, January 1981
children in Soviet Russia exposing their bodies to a uv lamp
to make up for the lack of sun they were getting.
“Poltava, Ukraine. Tanya, 29, a sex-worker and drug user who has HIV. She has an 11 year old son and lives with 5 other sex-workers in a small apartment in a poor neighbourhood. She used to weight 100 KG but has wasted away to nothing. She has severe septicemia on her legs and a rampant addiction. Tanya tells that sometimes in the past wealthy men would seek her out for sex as part of a bizarre ‘Russian roulette with AIDS scenario, where they would have unprotected sex and dice with the odds of contracting HIV. Tanya died one month after this photograph was taken.”
Two Dutch girls use chalk to write slogans and messages for friends and relatives in other towns on a tank after the liberation of Breda by the Allied Polish 1st Armoured Division. Many civilians in occupied countries would write messages on the tanks of their liberators, knowing that these tanks would soon move on to the next town, hoping their friends or relatives would see the messages. On the tank you can see names, addresses and “Alles goed" ("All is good" in Dutch). Breda, North Brabant, the Netherlands. November 1944.
Elvis Presley in the army
Destroying the Berlin Wall
George W. Bush being told about 9/11
A paz que sinto quando te vejo, pertence-me, ou pertence-te?
Não, nem a ti nem a mim, pastor.
Pertence só á felicidade e à paz.
Nem tua tens, porque sabes que a tens.
Nem eu a tenho, porque sei que a tenho.
Ela é ela só, e cai sobre nós como o sol,
Que te bate nas costas e te aquece, e tu pensas noutra coisa indiferentemente,
E me bate na cara e me ofusca, e eu só penso no sol.
Alberto Caeiro
Sozinho levantado. Sozinho sentado. Sozinho deitado. Sozinho na velocidade que não existe, no minuto que não existe, no espaço que não existe, no tempo que não existe, na eternidade que não existe, no nada que não existe, no vazio cheio de lama. Sozinho num bloco de quartzo ignóbil, num icebergue em viagem. Sozinho com a solidão que não é só uma. Com a lua que foi sem ser. Com os seus passos que não existem. Com este tição que se devora e arde ao meio e se devora e arde num sonho que nem sequer é um sonho. Sozinho com o sono do condenado à morte.
Jean Cocteau, Tanta coisa por dizer , (ed. Língua Morta, tradução de Inês Dias)
Breaking Bad Song - Forever Blue (Walter White) by Miracle Of Sound
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