The last 5 minutes

" In the trenches of World War I, in 1917, the soldiers' expectation and the nervous annoyance that exists before killing or being killed, was, of course, decisive time, and there, for the first time, the State put music in the trenches; entertainment via radio and television has its big bang there.

From here even 5 minutes before you die or kill, your ears can be enchanted and whoever knows tap dancing will advance; the best dance and the most beautiful party can even be the last. "

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in "Os Cadernos e os Dias - História Fragmentada do Mundo", de Gonçalo M. Tavares - Revista do Expresso "E" ed. 2488, 4 jul 2020

17 Trenches

A sound trip experience

Vá de metro, Satanás !

Slogan by Alexandre O´Neill
Vocals by Martinho Silva

21 Sub trip

the phone rings - the fax doesn´t answer - the music takes place

IFAX

Lyrics / Vocals

Carl Sagan reads from his 1994 nonfiction book Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space.

From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any particular interest, but for us, it's different. Consider again that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it, everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of -- every human being who ever was -- lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering; thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines; every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there -- on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance -- the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe -- are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit? Yes. Settle? Not yet. Like it or not, for the moment, the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.

94 Blue Dot

19 Airborne

WW I - 1916

Portugal won the germans in Kionga, Mozambique.
The moment when the drums push the men’s moral up before the battle.

SPREADER

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