Noites Brancas

Altemar Dutra, num lance meio rock, meio Roberto

Sentimental

Hiper[Eu]
Cores gritam meu nome,
A luz corta a retina.
Sou deus fluorescente —
Realidade distorcida.
O mundo conspira em sussurros,
Paredes escaneiam meus pesadelos insones.
Amanhã: buraco negro,
Frequências impossíveis.
Sombras falam códigos,
Tempo derrete na pele.
O mundo conspira em sussurros,
Paredes escaneiam meus pesadelos insones.

Hyper Eu

A journey through a number of vibes and styles. From earth to space. From past to future. From the global to the local and back again. From reality to fiction. From facts to life. This one brings our tribal, our latin, our classic, our dark and our electronic influences closer together.

Adante con spirito

Hybrid Symphony Nr°4 - Mabo Maibo

Kemistry Presto con Fuaco

Kemistry Presto con fuocu

Getting out of an maniac episode, a blueprint for reflection.

Saindo de um surto maniaco esquizofrênico. Uma cartilha de reflexões filosóficas parciais sobre possiveis caminhos a serem tomados.

Getting out of an episode

Your sky in diamonds
so blue...

You can do everything,
but... you choose pink,
like a seductively painted
cake...

so beautiful...
oh!
and
a happy Hollywood smile

eternal blonde...

and we still...
still succumb...
to your cover...

not realizing
that the Barbie doll

looks
and sees no one...
doesn't cry...
- feels nothing.

inside under the plastic - empty

such beauty will not save this world!

but we still
still are led by the cover...
eternal blonde

we look with delight:

here is Kent and the limousine
at the door
yes
she is Barbie on the outside -
but inside there is nothing...

now...
they are happy
will drive away into the pink sunset. ..
and we will wait for them..
not realizing that
we give them life..
not allowing
them to lie on the shelf with a price tag,

and then we suffer..
and dream..
that this beauty will save
our stupid world

and for now:
eternal blonde - smile!!
you are all - ok!
because we still

still fall in love with your...
cover..

you are so beautiful
ah!

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твоё небо в алмазах
такое голубое..

ты можешь любой -
но - выбираешь розовый 
как заманчиво раскрашенное
пирожное..

такая красивая ..
ай!
и
голливудская улыбка счастливая

вечная блоонди..

и мы всё ещё — 
всё еще ведёмся..
на твою обложку ..

но барби - кукла: 
смотрит
и никого не видит..
не плачет .. улыбаясь..
-- ничего не чувствуя.
внутри под пластмассой - пусто
....

такая красота не спасёт этот мир

но мы всё ещё 
всё еще ведёмся на обложку..
вечной блоонди

восторженно следим:
вот Кент и лимузин 
у двери
да
она снаружи барби - 
но ничего внутри ..

сейчас..
они счастливые 
уедут в розовый закат. ..
а мы останемся их ждать..
не понимая
что мы
их оживляем..
не позволяя
им на полке с ценником лежать

а потом страдаем.. 
и мечтаем ..
что эта красота спасёт 
наш круглый как
дурак — мир


а пока: 
вечная блондии -- улыбайся !
у тебя всё - о'кей !
ведь мы всё ещё 
всё ещё ведёмся на твою ..
обложку..


ты такая красивая 
ай!
и твоя
улыбка счастливая ..
ты смотришь
ничего не чувствуя...

Barbie

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Sonic Phil'O'Scherzo for Typewriters // a fictionalive Thee I's collab united
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Scherzo for Typewriters is a piece by Thee I’s that stirred our hearts and minds— we felt it was calling out for a narrative voice. We offered it to fictionalive who  was delighted to accept the challenge, as he felt the same while listening. By a stroke of luck, he already had a narration written and recorded back in July—originally for his ongoing Soundcloud collaboration with Garben, which has produced many tracks. Although that narration didn’t find its place in Garben’s music, it patiently waited for the right song. When we reached out, it became clear: ‘Scherzo for Typewriters’ was the perfect match. Everything clicked—all in one late, late night, just hours after he received our DM. Love is in need today, so to say.

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music 'Scherzo for Typewriters' by Thee I's @kandiaronk-984629522
instrumental made in 2018, released in 2023, as third movement of a Hybrid Symphony nr°1
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lyrics written and narration provided by fictionalive

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fusion of it all -
fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports

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dropped
Sunday, August 24th, 2025
Time / 03:03 am
Central European Hot Summer Time
Today, not so so much so, pretty fresh

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/ keep shining, crazy little diamond

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Sonic Phil'O'Scherzo for Typewriters // a fictionalive Thee I's collab united

A song about my friend's magic pink panties

Eteryczne Majteczki

On another beautify Saturday afternoon ☀️

RandomGoodSesh

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OL1KfW7OFys

"It's a beautiful thing, the Destruction of words. (..) By curtailing frivolous and 'fighting' words, the Party seeks to narrow the range of thought altogether, such that eventually, thoughtcrime will be literally impossible. (...) Every concept that can ever be needed will be expressed by exactly one word, with its meaning rigidly defined and all its subsidiary meanings rubbed out and forgotten."

Deconstruction of Language

Psychotic Surge: An Anti-Musical Cartography

Between Rio de Janeiro's humid nights and the Bay Area's electric fog emerges a sonic territory that refuses naming. Psychotic Surge inhabits the threshold where structured rhythm dissolves into controlled chaos, where the predictable becomes uncanny. Here, experimental improvisations capture fleeting auras—each recording a unique fingerprint of temporal collapse, where early acid techno memories bleed into orchestral synthetic dreams, noise becomes prayer, and minimal compass constraints birth maximal expression.|

This is not music seeking approval but sound demanding participation. Like thought before language, these compositions exist in the space between intention and accident, where repetition becomes difference and structure emerges from its own undoing. The project traces a geography of becoming—each track a deterritorialized moment where voices merge with synthesizers not to communicate but to invoke presence itself. Concrete-musique fragments scatter across avant-garde landscapes, creating soundscapes that remember futures and anticipate pasts.

Listen not to understand but to inhabit. Each track opens a clearing where being precedes meaning, where the ear becomes an organ of ontological investigation. Enter these sound-worlds as you would enter memory—sideways, vulnerable, ready to be transformed. The psychotic surge event is not performance but ritual participation in the moment's aura, an invitation to dissolve the boundary between listener and listened. Here, in the grey area where music questions its own existence, you're called to witness sound's capacity to reveal what language conceals—the raw pulse of existence before it learns to speak. Engage these recordings as maps to territories that exist only in their crossing, where each listen births a new geography of sensation.