Drifting in the Space of Ramblings

Ramblings About Music

I start singing to pass the time:

"- It must be weird up there...

From up here, it seems pretty normal.

... my head weighs almost two kilos...

My body floats, weightless!"

I've always enjoyed listening to music; I tried playing guitar when I was a teenager, but I never had a knack for it. I wanted to be in a band, let my hair grow long, and travel the world singing about anything, to any audience. It's tough when you want something but don't have the skill to do it. Some people believe it's all about desire and dedication... Nonsense! You need to have the talent. I could have all the desire in the world and dedicate hours to it, but I'd never be a Jimi Hendrix. Some people could never become astronauts.

I believe in destiny. You're born into this world to do something, and you're given a gift to do it well. I was born to be an astronaut and die in space. When you try to run away from your destiny, everything in your life starts going wrong in an almost celestial and inexplicable way. I don't know how my death here will affect the destiny of the people down there, but I'm sure it's my destiny to die here, to fulfill my role so that things work out properly in some interconnected cosmic plan like a spider's web.

"Inside the mambo, and consciousness

Is the secret of the universe"

The secret of the universe... I think the big secret is trying to understand what destiny and free will mean... How can both things coexist? I believe they can, I'm not sure if I can explain it, but it has to do with maturity. I'm not good at explaining things.

"I was just a poor astronaut

Working in a tin suit"

I became an astronaut to escape things down there. To escape a world where love was increasingly self-serving. To escape a world where freedom was manipulated. To escape a world where equality is already nonexistent. To escape a world where fraternity is understood and practiced by few. To escape a world where people flee from destiny in the name of the philosophy of selfishness.

Then I realize that I'm exactly where I should be. I'd rather be here, floating, dying, and singing...

"What can a tired astronaut do 

Besides forgetting that he was once loved"

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Italicized text are excerpts from the songs "A Conquista do Espaço" (Engenheiros do Hawaii), "O Segredo do Universo" (Raul Seixas), and "Astronauta" (Os Replicantes).