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Let us for a moment imagine a dream together.

A pure dream about a beautiful new home.

Inside,

nature is a machine,

absolute and organized.

Time is no longer accessible in the human dimension.

An everlasting present, past, and future are spliced together

in an endless loop.

The inhabitants here can only be half-recognized:

Writers,

cosmonauts,

cultists,

demigods:

20th century eyewitnesses

to an immortal endeavor

and alien worlds.

I assembled this dream

from data patterns in their journals.

Beware of exiting this dream,

you may find yourself in someone else’s.

Perhaps we should consider the city of Brasília,

"artificial" capital of Brazil,

which we can think of as a “pure” city,

since it rose up from nothing -

bare plateau in 1956, inaugurated in 1960.

bare plateau in 1956, inaugurated in 1960.

Built in 1000 days,

its chief architect: Oscar Niemeyer.

What does it mean to say that Brasília is a place?

A space.

A space.

Three observations:

First of all, of course, we know what it means to say "living in Brasilia",

or ‘coming to Brasília’.

We become the instantaneous composition of the capital:

The buildings, columns, rooms, and portals,

that function as interior to the world of Brasília.

Even if they are identical to other places.

Brasilia is the interior of the interior.

Brasilia is the interior of the interior.

Brasilia is the interior of the interior.

Brasilia is the interior of the interior.

Second:

For decades, people have been depositing their ideals,

their identities, dreams, and rights,

into these modernist containers,

and the institutions that manage them.

As if they are proto-computers.

Indeed, they're our first data towers:

Built on dying earth with materials violently extracted

Built on dying earth with materials violently extracted

Built on dying earth with materials violently extracted

and under constant guard.

Third!

If memory is kept in space.

Then a city designed through the windshield of a car,

is more than a place.

It is a route.

Some people come here,

without knowing why they came.

I myself came here without knowing why.

Suddenly,

it’s no longer possible to leave this city,

because everything begins to make sense,

when you look at it with a deeper gaze.

when you look at it with a deeper gaze.

My quest for knowledge and transmission of knowledge

was the reason that brought me to Brasilia,

was the reason that brought me to Brasilia,

where I have been dedicating myself to it.

Today we are really in the opening to another reality,

and Brasilia today represents this.

In reality, what she demonstrates

is the great terror that Brasília causes in sensitive people.

Brasília, for people who know how to look at her,

is

haunted.

Brasilia's architecture is like many mirrors,

Very white and many flat surfaces,

And it’s completely without shadows.

And it’s completely without shadows.

And it’s completely without shadows.

And it’s completely without shadows.

Brasília’s architecture is responsible for increasing the incidence of UV rays.

Brazil has 6.5 million people with visual damage.

In Brasilia we have thousands of cases of cataracts per year.

We perform approximately 25 cataract surgeries a day.

A cataract is a disease also called reversible blindness.

A cataract is a disease also called reversible blindness.

A cataract occurs when the natural crystalline structure

in our eyes becomes opaque.

in our eyes becomes opaque.

in our eyes becomes opaque.

It ends up being a disease

that defends the eye against ultraviolet rays.

Effects of exposure to an unstructured, uniform stimulation field:

1. altered state of consciousness

2. pseudo-hallucinatory perception

3. complex, vivid, dream-like imagery

4. halos around lights

5. loss of vision

Hello!

Hello!

Repeat after me: Good afternoon.

- Good afternoon

The author of this text is Clarice Lispector.

She is a female writer in Brasilia who wrote this book.

She is a female writer in Brasilia who wrote this book.

She is a female writer in Brasilia who wrote this book.

She is a female writer in Brasilia who wrote this book.

She is a female writer in Brasilia who wrote this book.

She is a female writer in Brasilia who wrote this book.

She is a female writer in Brasilia who wrote this book.

She is a female writer in Brasilia who wrote this book.

She is a female writer in Brasilia who wrote this book.

Repeat after me, the phrase in Esperanto:

One greatly longs to see white horses unleashed in Brasilia.

- One greatly longs to see white horses unleashed in Brasilia.

At night they would change to green under the light of the moon.

- At night they would change to green under the light of the moon.

Brasilia wasn’t born,

it was projected into being.

And the myth of the state is insufficient for its dormant spirit.

A writer is invited to give it a beginning.

To crown Brasilia with her prose.

At dawn,

she loses herself through the bay window of her hotel room.

Clarice Lispector imagines herself there forever.

In the still clarity of the sky,

whose stellar signs the city's monuments seem to trace,

20th century terrors reveal themselves to her.

She cannot sleep.

In one room she plays Aunt Hagar's Blues,

and in another, Strauss' "Vienna Blood" Waltz.

She writes:

Brasilia is artificial.

Brasília is the image of my insomnia.

Brasília is haunted.

Brasília is the landscape of insomnia

Brasília is asexual.

Brasília is an abstract city.

Brasília is a joke, strictly perfect and without error and the only thing that saves me is error.

Brasília is a tennis court.

Brasília is red and completely naked.

Brasília is the failure of the most spectacular success in the world.

Brasília is a splattered star.

Brasília is implacable.

Brasília is at your service.

Brasília is full-time.

Brasília is my martyrdom.

Brasília is pure protein.

Brasilia is a man.

But Brasilia is splendor.

This is true:

Before there was a city, the name “Brasilia” belonged to an asteroid

discovered by a french astronomer in 1890.

It is the namesake of the Brasilia family,

a smaller asteroid family between Jupiter and Mars.

Scientists call it “a suspected interloper in its own family.”

Photometric observations describe a smooth, almost featureless obloid,

sailing through space.

Curiously, it's diameter is precisely the distance from

the easternmost point of Brasilia’s district to its westernmost limit.

I recall, that only 3 months after orbiting Earth in a space capsule,

cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin, landed in Brasilia.

Astonished by the symmetries and configurations of the metropolis,

he says:

“I feel as if I disembarked on another planet, not Earth.”

Leaving Brasilia in a tropical storm.

He left behind a music box shaped like a miniature Sputnik.

It had a string that when pulled, played the Internationale.

In the song a phrase orbits in an endless loop,

"Of the idea the flame already burns."

Niemeyer declared,

“Brasilia would create its own landscape.”

Not born, he said,

but “as if she had been fully grown.”

Brasilia wasn’t born, it was projected.

Many years ago. I’m not talking about the 60s.

It happened more than a hundred years ago by a visionary, Dom Bosco.

In pursuit of perfection, Brasilia is imperfect!

It was supposed to be beautiful, but it’s not beautiful.

Brasilia lost this.

Exactly because it's transforming itself into a mechanical city.

I didn’t want it to be mechanical.

It was supposed to be small.

Brasilia was projected for a population of 500,000, today we have more than 2 million!

Neimeyer would boast that this is a city without corners,

meaning, everything has a curve…

And speaking of curves,

25 years ago in Brasilia,

they projected a naked woman on the national congress,

after the military dictatorship.

(you know, with green lasers)

I was blown away!

It was in the esplanade, right there with the ministries…

And then, I was by the curve of the tit, in the shell…

And I was like : Fuck! Where is my…

And I wasn’t even smoking that shit…

And then the police came, aww fuuuck!

They drew their pistols on us, and we jumped down and ran off...it was hilarious.

I have great memories.

Back when Brasilia was still Brasilia.

In my opinion, Brasília lost her identity.

She's no longer Brasília.

Brasília was...

It was so rock and roll.

Hey! Brother, hey! FUCK!

Don't touch me, don't touch me.

Hey, can't you see that shit there you idiot?

Calm, calm down.

You getting crazy, you getting pissed off?

Yeah I am.

Hey you're coming here... I live here.

I live here you dumbass, do you want me to break this bottle on you?

Let's throw shit down!

I live here. I'm going to find you.

I'm going to find you!

Hey hey stop stop. Look, I'm putting my knife down.

Take your hands off me. TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF ME.

Friends of Brazil and the Brazilian Masons,

You are welcome here to the noble temple,

The headquarters of the central power of the masons,

situated in Brasilia, the capital of the Republic.

These two locations - the city and the temple,

represent the themes of cosmology and cosmogony.

Our city is full of mystic stories,

Of esoteric knowledge, pyramids…

We have religions that become parts of other nations,

such as the Valley of the Dawn.

This masonic temple is a microcosm of the universal cosmos.

In this aspect, the city and masonry are sisters that align themselves

in worshipping the cosmic nature,

that the great architect of the cosmos bequeath us.

Brasilia is no longer a model,

Axial and powerful

Autorama city

geometry lesson

I am not lying, she is a labyrinth

But what a beautiful city

that's where I'm going

the right crooked Cerrado

Brasilia may be cold, but I'm not

Logical and lyrical

Politic and pathetic

Concrete curves, a straight cone

Without a badge you can't enter

Without a badge you can't leave

Stamp - stamp - stamp - stamp - staaaamp!

Architectonic Oscar

Lucio the lucid, bosom friend

Indeed, utopia has arrived

But it's been held up in traffic

Come here, JK

Come down from there!

The candango built this place, yes it was him

Auntie Neiva dawned

Ana Lidia ascended

The Indian Galdino burnt for us

Follow the acronyms and get lost

In Tagualand

In the end, it's all Fin-land

In the alcove of Brazilland ferns

But what a beautiful city

The city dump is a lesson

How about a collective backyard?

Bureaucratosaurus never extinct

Pandemonium in the Palace of the Dawn

Don Bosco's nightmare turned into Pizza

Oh I love you "Braxilia"

Your mysteries, ministries and hysterics

You have a power that doesn't deserve you

The foot requests a cross-walk

Brasilia is no longer a model,

Axial and powerful

Autorama city

geometry lesson

I am not lying, she is a labyrinth

Brasilia is a young city,

which has an ancient history,

and was designed for the future.

The architecture of Brasilia needs to be read in its details,

through a language of symbols that can be discovered intuitively.

We have here an axis,

divided into two wings.

1, 2, and 3.

The national congress is also inside a triangle.

With an executive, legislative and judicial power.

The column of the congress is represented by an H,

made of three straight lines.

And if we consider the straight line and the semi-cupolas,

we also have the number 3.

And it's such a coincidence that from here,

at the television tower,

a monument facing the space age.

We can say that Brasília is a city facing the space age,

the future.

In this reality,

we have to consider:

the terrestrial world,

the extra-terrestrial world,

and also the ultra-terrestrial world.

Who are the ultra-terrestrials?

voices in the background: (...and here I ask the plenary, for next week,

if possible get this project in voting so it can go further.

We have to honor meritocracy,

we have to honor the opportunity for all Brazilians through training,

These are inscriptions found inside the walls of the congress building:

"If all Brazilians were worthy of honor and honesty, we would have a better Brazil."

"We only have one hope, in the Brazilians of tomorrow. Brazilia today, Brazil tomorrow"

"Saudades, a word that never dies.

When it dies, it is archived in the heart."- Brasília 09/18/59

"Love, a sublime word that dominates any human being."

- Goiania 4/22/59. Nelson Nilson.

"May the men of tomorrow, who will come here,

have compassion for our children and that law is fulfilled." - José Silva Guerra.

In a recording made by Joesley Batista, CEO of JBS group,

President Michel Temer

described his nights of insomnia at Alvorada Palace

where he couldn't sleep.

"There must be a ghost there!" said the president to Joesley Batista.

"How could Dilma stay alone there?" replied the businessman.

In March 2017,

a week after his moving to Alvorada Palace

Temer, the first lady Marcela, and their son Michelzinho, 7 years old,

returned to live in Jaburu.

This caused controversy for the Brazilian Democratic Movement

because moving to the Presidential Palace with his wife and son,

was a desired gesture.

The triangle is the most explored geometric architecture form in ancient Egypt

due to its power to capture energy.

Today, 5,000 years later,

the triangle is the most explored form in Brazilian architecture.

The triangles of opposing vertices, repeat everywhere in Brasilia.

The "H" form of the National Congress is situated between two shells,

whose poles point in opposite directions,

and receive cosmic and telluric energy from above and below..

Clarice Lispector,

a woman who vomited up a lifetime of writing

disincarnated into the buildings you are seeing before you.

Like the human shadow of an atomic blast,

her body can be seen against

the fanatical white mattness of this city’s architecture.

As if her bones,

concealed in the circular pilotis of this building,

must be routinely dusted and replaced.

Her cremated ashes,

mixed into the concrete, now line the two axes of the capitol.

mixed into the concrete, now line the two axes of the capitol.

mixed into the concrete, now line the two axes of the capitol.

Workers, without the hope of slaves,

work maintaining her mausoleum.

What is architecture if not boundaries?

It keeps the world outside.

What is Brasilia if not an instrument for inhaling,

and exhaling its human workforce.

and exhaling its human workforce.

and exhaling its human workforce.

and exhaling its human workforce.

and exhaling its human workforce.

and exhaling its human workforce.

and exhaling its human workforce.

It draws in labor from every corner of the country,

for its Sisyphean tasks.

After each work day,

the bus station becomes the most inhabited part of the city.

All morning buses travel inbound,

and all evening buses travel out.

Here, this bus station is a massive bolus.

an interstellar ark of history.

What was forbidden in Brasilia,

what could not be built or paid for,

is found at the hinterlands.

New utopias,

old futures.

In the outer perimeter of the city,

they are sending out signals to the world,

invitations to new dreams.

Who are the ultra-terrestrials?

Like the ultra-terrestrials,

we are overwhelmed with constant stimuli, information, and impulses.

we are overwhelmed with constant stimuli, information, and impulses.

This nonstop hyperacticity weakens us,

comples us to a state of hectic nervousness.

It is no surprise that we face disastrous addictions and impotencies.

Living in other people's dreams,

we experience profound, radical boredom.

A wide shot:

Farmers working on a parcel of land outside of Brasilia.

This is an institution founded by the group to facilitate their social work,

This is an institution founded by the group to facilitate their social work,

This is an institution founded by the group to facilitate their social work,

and promote their dream of an artificially designed language,

Esperanto.

The word "Esperanto" means one who hopes.

The life project of an eye doctor named Lazar Zamenhof.

The life project of an eye doctor named Lazar Zamenhof.

A man who faced numerous difficulties on Earth.

A man who faced numerous difficulties on Earth.

A man who faced numerous difficulties on Earth.

He lived in poverty

and possessed no great library or famous teachers,

and possessed no great library or famous teachers,

his idea for a logical, cosmopolitan language was ridiculed as sheer folly.

his idea for a logical, cosmopolitan language was ridiculed as sheer folly.

his idea for a logical, cosmopolitan language was ridiculed as sheer folly.

his idea for a logical, cosmopolitan language was ridiculed as sheer folly.

his idea for a logical, cosmopolitan language was ridiculed as sheer folly.

his idea for a logical, cosmopolitan language was ridiculed as sheer folly.

his idea for a logical, cosmopolitan language was ridiculed as sheer folly.

his idea for a logical, cosmopolitan language was ridiculed as sheer folly.

his idea for a logical, cosmopolitan language was ridiculed as sheer folly.

his idea for a logical, cosmopolitan language was ridiculed as sheer folly.

his idea for a logical, cosmopolitan language was ridiculed as sheer folly.

Yet the movement to adopt Esperanto in Brazil,

is one of the largest in the world.

is one of the largest in the world.

Esperanto is, until now, the only utopian idea which in fact came true,

in the sense that today it is a spoken and used language.

In our community everyone is responsible,

and we don't have masters.

We don't have masters. We are all equal in the community.

And because of that, here it works.

In this region, during the last 40 years,

I've seen groups arriving with very clear ideas about their utopias.

They came, created beautiful names, all spiritualists,

invented religions abundantly,

but their things never worked.

They were unable to concretize their utopia in the world of today.

The deceiving flame of temporary conquests, trembled!

They forgot the visions they received.

The space of universal love was lost.

The Master in eternity cried for so many lessons given in vain.

The Master in eternity cried for so many lessons given in vain.

The Master in eternity cried for so many lessons given in vain.

A city was brought into being.

Removed from the great centers,

distant from all evil,

it was erected with great effort.

A stirring ideal to never see it corrupted.

This work excelled because it recognized unity.

But foolish men, those who are never satisfied by anything,

They thought that it was too little.

The deceiving flame of temporary conquests, trembled!

They forgot the visions they received.

Individual interests spoke most loudly.

Should we allow this ideal to die?

The call has been made.

Let us uncross our arms.

Let us uncross our arms.

Let us uncross our arms.

Let us put our hands together.

Let us put words to action.

Let us build new mills,

to grind the flour of agreement to feed us.

Salve Deus,

Salve Deus,

my child, Jaguar.

In 1957, Neiva Chavez Zelaya arrives in the hinterlands,

to work on the construction of Brasilia.

She is said to be the first female truck driver in Brazil.

She is said to be the first female truck driver in Brazil.

Almost immediately,

she is visited by voices and psychic visions from other dimensions.

Within a few years, Tia Nieva becomes a medium and leader.

Her followers are comprised of the capital’s builders, laborers, and functionaries,

Her followers are comprised of the capital’s builders, laborers, and functionaries,

and she leads them to the Valley of the Dawn,

and she leads them to the Valley of the Dawn,

the same land the state staked for the federal district.

The Valley of the Dawn is a duplicate Brasilia,

with its broadcast antenna, ministerial avenue,

sectorized buildings, complex hierarchies, and an artificial lake.

It's believed that Tia Neiva’s vision for the architecture of the city

was aided through extra-dimensional consultations

with the astral engineer, Tiaozinho.

The spirit genius of machine and mechanism.

The people of this valley believe we are all ultra-terrestrials,

our souls incarnating and disincarnating across space and time,

from one planet to another, dreams reverberating across epochs.

It is as if we live in a universe where everything can be rearranged:

signs and images,

what is seen and what is said,

what is done and what can be done.

For those watching this movie right now,

I will incorporate my mentor,

in the name of my lord, Jesus Christ.

Ismael Gomes Braga, affectionately known as the “Brazilian Zamenhof,"

was an accountant and autodidact who mastered six languages

and learned Esperanto by correspondence as a teenager.

He was one of the first to emphasize the similarity between Zamenhof's noble ideal

He was one of the first to emphasize the similarity between Zamenhof's noble ideal

He was one of the first to emphasize the similarity between Zamenhof's noble ideal

and that of Spiritism in Brazil.

Braga envisioned a magnificent, luminous metropolis,

situated on the astral plane.

On Earth,

On Earth,

the Spirits also experience the curse of Babel.

They only understand those who speak to them in a language they know,

and remain clustered with members of their own.

and remain clustered with members of their own.

and remain clustered with members of their own.

But in the cities of heaven,

Esperanto is the universal language bridging humans and angels.

In 1000 days, the government of Brazil will inaugurate

the first Braga city on the outskirts of the federal district.

It will be a dormitory city for Brasilia's sleeping workforce.

It will be a dormitory city for Brasilia's sleeping workforce.

Organized to an architectonic grammar.

Each avenue forms a logical and universal sentence:

"When you're trapped in the dream of the other,

you're fucked."

Is this film a memory of a dream,

or the experience of someone else’s dream?

I once wrote: "Lucio Costa and Oscar Niemeyer, two lonely men."

I also wrote:

"If I said that Brasília is beautiful, they would say immediately that I liked the city.

But if I say that Brasília is the image of my insomnia, see this as an accusation;

but my insomnia is me, is lived, is my haunting.

The two architects did not think to build beauty, it would be easy,

They created their own terror and left that terror unexplained..”

What do you think about that, Oscar?

Right now I think it'd be good if we kept in mind,

(if we) paid attention to the fact that this is pretty much

a confrontation between two points of view:

Clarice's, which seems to be, let's say, part of an anguish that is existential, metaphysical,

while Oscar is a citizen of the world, a socialist,

who wants to change things and has tons of convictions.

So, right now, maybe you could be a little more concessive.

I'm not sure if you feel that, if you could be...

it'd be good to... yield more in your responses to her.

With the relocation of the capital, Brasília has changed a lot,

and we see with regret that the environment was transformed completely,

losing that human solidarity that once gave us the impression of living in a different world,

a new and just world.

We lived at that time as one big family, without prejudice and inequality.

We lived in the same house, ate in the same restaurants,

frequented the same locales,

even our clothes were similar.

A climate of fellowship united us, stemming from the same discomforts.

Now, everything has changed,

and we feel that vanity and selfishness present themselves,

and we ourselves are returning little by little

to the habits and prejudices of the bourgeoisie that we despise.

We spent worrying about the clothes and luxury and discrimination.

We see our companions - the most humble - just passing through

and we feel that a class barrier separates us.

Our houses lost that proletarian appearance that once attracted them

and the comfort that we enjoy today frightens and intimidates them,

retaining them at our door, as if they are waiting for an indispensable invitation.

The conversation was re-formed from human warmth

to hunger for profit and speculation.

Our comrades did not change…

they continue with their miseries and claims.

Brasilia has changed and it depresses us,

although we understand the contingencies resulting from the growing city

and for a while at least, represent the capitalist system, with all its vices and injustices.

We are, however, optimistic.

Soon,

the illusion we lost will become reality.

“Creation is not an understanding, it is a new mystery.”

...a new mystery...