National Gallery

Today I went to the National Gallery for a draw course. It was amazing I passed my afternoon drawing naked, almost naked bodies. First we got a history explanation about the picture and after a human model came and took a body position as one of the person on the frame to be drawn. They gave all material, pencils, erases, papers, everything we needed.

In the middle of the afternoon, I watched a lecture that was given by Gerald Scarfe. This guy is a famous cartoonist here in London and USA. His works are fantastic. He explained them, which consist about a sort of caricatures as Tony Blair, Bush, Margaret Tatcher, the Pink Floyd CD The wall and the disney cartoon Hercules, which has a special personage for me, Hades. He talked a lot about many things and showed the letters that angry people had sent to him. The most fabulous thing in this lecture was seen him drawing to the auditorium.
It was an amazing day. National Gallery is a place to be enjoyed and I will be there always.

no meaning

I think that I born to resist and this act cut my skin making me bleed.
Maybe, the blood which flows is like the rain described by Silvio. Or Not, it looks like more a storm that never finished. Blood. Bleeding. Outside there is a meaningless world. There is a world by control of which is produced by its details. No, no, we are not saved, in any where. The death can arrive any time and scoop us to nowhere. Yes thats the life, and its finishing each second that in the capitalist clock pass. Its cold outside, cold like most of the people around the world. They lost their affection, they have became a zombie which follows blindly the heaven.
I born in the hell, surrounded for ghost and now I am living on the top of the heaven. Leaving as a beggar who ask about one single life meaning. Such disgusting world.
am I leave or I am already dead?
questions

Dream about Nietzsche: angle alpha - 10 exact point Nietzsche

Last night I had a strange dream. First my father was not my father, he was only the guy that gave me life; my real father, in this dream, was Nietzsche (I'm not 100% of sure). However, in this dream, my father met Nietzsche in some point in the past. Nietzsche said a secret to my father and he should keep it and tell me afterwards. In a second moment the secret arise to me when I was walking around some place at London or Cardiff when I was recording images of a garden. The camera screen started to show me not the present, but the past. In this place at the past showed by the camera, I could see the exact moment on which my father spoke with Nietzsche when he said the secret. The secret which my father should say me was "angle alpha - 10. In the exact point." What is hidden behind this words? What is this secret about? Somebody can give some Idea?

From Cardiff

Here I am in Cardiff, Wales.
I already talked to Dimitris and the things seems ok. He is doing everything to my admission to the University.
Today Im' working on the project. I must be a very good project to Dimitris persuade the Head (fat cat) of the social scholl that my presence in Cardiff is good to them.
Ok, some lies are necessary.
Is all fellas
tomorrow I will right about everything!
tears

I don't know how I am feeling. Sad might be the word. The days have not been easy; some inside and outside changes have been happening.
My sadness comes from to some occursus broken. I have met a lot of people here in London, most of them only have crossed my life, but there are others who have left traces in my subjectivity. When these people, in these occurs of which had brought me potency, had to leave, it was hard because it is not only a loss of bodies. It is loss of good affection. When I know somebody is leaving my heart and my neck become overwhelmed. It's impossible to seize a teardrop.
Other things have overwhelmed my entire body too, taking off my freedom, my potency. Therefore I still don`t know which thing is this one.
The fact is that I m missing my friends, the good occursus and I don't know how to manage my losses.

Sadness about a leaving

I don't know how I've been felling. Sad might be the word. The days has not been easy; some inside and outside changes has been happening.
My sadness come from to some occursus broken. I have met a lot of people here in London, most of them only have crossed my life, but there are others who let traces in my subjectivity. When these people, in these occurs of which had brought me potency, had to leave, is hard to me because is not only a lost of a body, is a lost of the good affects. The days in which I know somebody is leaving my heart and my neck become overwhelmed. It's impossible seize a teardrop.
Other things have overwhelmed my entire body too, taking off my freedom, my potency. Therefore I still not know which thing is this one
The fact is that I missing my friends, the good occursus and I don't know how to manage my losses.

just another day

Days. One day rising, another day dies.; it's a cycle. We never know when, or how, its going to finish.
I could be at the hospital today, now. A car almost hit me;I did that stupid thing: look left, look right. I should look right first. The car hit me, but it didn't let any ruin.
I wake up strange, my day get worst at afternoon and it almost finished at the hospital.
Tomorrow I will buy a good bottle of wine. I will drink it alone and after I will spend my time at one museum or talking with some strange.
cycling trivialities.
I am missing something. Maybe scream at horto florestal. Paint a wall. Some kind of art.
No philosophy, no psychology, just life.
It's been a month since I read these kind of books.
Struggle
live me alone
bring me life ...