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Michel Foucault is indeed the thinker for our time: the  dominant social and productive system furtivelyorganizes our live...
Utopia lies at the horizon.When I draw nearer by two steps, it retreats two steps.If I proceed ten steps forward, it swift...
NO,
MY HEART CAN NO LONGER
LIVE THIS WAY, LACERATED
ENSLAVED BY AN ILLUSION THAT IS ONLY
DISILLUSION
AH,
DON’T BE LIFE THIS WAY FOREVER
LIKE A DESPERATE MOONLIGHT
SPRINKLING MELANCHOLY ON ME
POETRY ON ME
GO, SAD SONG
LEAVE MY CHEST AND SOW THE EMOTION
THAT CRIES INSIDE MY
HEART
HEART
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No one sings with such purity as those who find themselves in the deepest reaches of Hell; it is their singing that we mistake for the song of angels – Franz Kafka

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  1. 1. FOR ADULT EYES ONLY This slideshow depicts a disturbing vision of Man.If any possible viewer might find it offensive, then I apologize. I do not intend to hurt anybody’s feelings. Juão Maya
  2. 2. Michel Foucault is indeed the thinker for our time: the dominant social and productive system furtivelyorganizes our lives, making us to believe there is no oppression, but only “rational” necessities – Contardo Calligaris, psychiatrist Extract from his article “It’s forbiden to travel”, published by Folha de São Paulo, 03.13.2008.
  3. 3. Utopia lies at the horizon.When I draw nearer by two steps, it retreats two steps.If I proceed ten steps forward, it swiftly slips ten ahead. No matter how far I go, I can never reach it. What, then, is the purpose of utopia? It is to cause us to advance. ̶ Eduardo Galeano, writter
  4. 4. NO,
  5. 5. MY HEART CAN NO LONGER
  6. 6. LIVE THIS WAY, LACERATED
  7. 7. ENSLAVED BY AN ILLUSION THAT IS ONLY
  8. 8. DISILLUSION
  9. 9. AH,
  10. 10. DON’T BE LIFE THIS WAY FOREVER
  11. 11. LIKE A DESPERATE MOONLIGHT
  12. 12. SPRINKLING MELANCHOLY ON ME
  13. 13. POETRY ON ME
  14. 14. GO, SAD SONG
  15. 15. LEAVE MY CHEST AND SOW THE EMOTION
  16. 16. THAT CRIES INSIDE MY
  17. 17. HEART
  18. 18. HEART

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