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		Math Art and Poetry      Travel Through Time >>>>>>    To distort the space-time Get a really massive object, say the Universe, spinning and you can twist space-time O no! We don't need mass We're learning about all of this in our class.   Light also causes space to bend. So space-time curves around and  the future can meet the past. Our machine was built to last Time will freeze the dream of the end Predicted by General Relativity Clocks run slower under higher gravity and we following this ring of the time.   So let me take you on this journey Take my hand and lead me away Now we fly Open your mind Relax your senses You have no defenses So come along into the light   On the wings of our memories, our passion for discoveries causes us  different perspectives, in the fountains of the new Universes. An ocean of knowledge A space without frontiers are waiting for pioneers.   O sweet illusions of Time O gamut of colourful images joyfully throughout the prophetic ages, Our vision begun and we run and we run to approach of endless     The clouds hide our fears The wind blowing our years Our lives are better left to chance Millions of stars dance before us like a million eyes Our spirits extinguished the burning lies Our destiny will be a summer's day Our minds vanish away and existence becomes a dream.   Humanity is reason and emotion But time is intuition   Exploring the past is the best way to learning fast. Memories echo on forever forever forever… It leads us to our next event Future times will become present inspiring, shining, rising. Change your thinking There's no time like present.   There's no time We can't wait for another chance We can't wait for another dance A great life travels at the speed of the mind.                                             By Regina Goncalves   -------------------------------------------   A Silent Friend You're a silent friend with an open mind passion for knowledge and mysterious sensibility You've a life of your own An ocean of inspiration Each face's a goal Each word a sign Each pause a feeling For me to ponder I started to exchange a look between us more openly. Each meeting is something more We become more frank I hope, that you feel it. I dream awake with a smile lingering on my lips You make me fly Through lands or seas The night arrived Our expressions are conveyed by faint shadows on our faces Doubts... too dark, but you light upon the way Sometimes You make me cry But you counsel me with your words of wisdom Sometimes you scare me and my heart begins to beat more When you get close to me and you breathe in my ear, Feeling of care begins to overflow You make me remind what to aspire each man in life We should trust each other because without trust it is impossible to live. Sometimes it's hard just to be yourself I know you know Some people want to burn you for heresy I know You know Yours words have power, you need to accept the responsibility of that power I know you know. You belong to the world A glance and you gain I know You're so real, so friend In sickness or health What a magic each word When my fingers touch you You tell them a story I have your secrets in one hand You can teach me to soar on the wind, my paper butterfly You are a silent friend Who just knows the song Of your pages turned A friend who knows To light up our mind more and more. My silent friend, the book. >>by Regina -------------------------------------------   MATH-ART I want to find a specific point on life map. The derivative of my mind The equation of soul I'd like to find mr. f(x) but am enjoying meeting new friends They are not a math problem I need coordinates to meet my way That's the quotient rule. That's the conscience rule That's a dream Calculus Calculus makes me feel so smart. It's an ilLUsion. Art Art makes me feel so free. It's a reality. Math-Art comes in colors The blue sky, the golden clouds The black storm, the sunshine Yellow, amber, cyan, violet, rouge Dancing and swirling inside my mind A ring round the blue moon is the admirable number pi Derivatives and integrals are everywhere Hypotenuse is the distance between the reality and the imagination I see Imaginary Numbers , Waves, Curves Parabola, Hyperbola, Circle, Ellipse. I see Water waves, aurora, raindrops Stars, Planets, Comets and Galaxies! The truth is out there The Truth is inside us Numbers rule the universe Infinity spirals out creation open my mind I just have an eternity in a flash. A spectrum of light to escape from Earth To escape from a hole in space-time To escape from my fears I see the universe in a golden grain of sand, Hold infinity in the palm of my hand. I see the universe in a beautiful Snowflake Hold a fractal in the palm of my hand The vast is too small! The immensity of the soul appears in its purest original form. Like a Sun Like an enigma Like an opened hand! >>by Regina   -------------------------------------------   Illusion Across the clouds For behind that sunshine Races a gamut of memories Facts camouflaged with mirage False memories playing tricks Like the war image Black and white Out of focus gone in a blink of the history What is real? And what is illusion? All is illusion Everything is possible Paranormal Precious moment Forms transcend... Time is an intuition Colours make no exception Mortal hours are like a great storm Disappearing with my thoughts Some deeds Some emotions a smile or glance a gentle touch they echo on forever All is an illusion! Time can erase! Everything is possible Dreams come true.  ** By Regina Goncalves -------------------------------------------   THE HERON There she is! Every night the enchanting white heron perches on the same branch of the same tree Watching us from above From her superior position she regards each detail of the distracted passers-by. Who are so immersed in their petty worries that they fail to acknowledge the eloquent and simple beauty of the road they walk on every day. Nor do they realize that the creature is keeping a close and cunning watch on them. The bird reveals a calculated composition that paradoxically seems (or is, who knows?) spontaneous and free, and can also be called reality. An incessant flowing that controls us without our being aware of it But why see so much in only one bird? Can this be a symptom of madness? Maybe... However, humans are also reason and emotion that develop interlocked in a complex path that can nonetheless be considered simple (everything is relative, is it not?) We must feel We are aware of death, of our insignificance, of our social condition, of the just injustice of life, of our own ignorance and of the desire to know more (at least I think some of us do) How can we know all this and still feel each emotion intensely? How can we not go insane in this world that we have partly created and that absorbs us? In reality, the heron is not a heron. The heron, my listeners, is time in a convincing disguise /convincingly disguising itself. by MY Daughter: Vanessa -------------------------------------------   ECHOOooESsss Dark is fast approaching A grey wall is stained with my sadness Strangers are fast passing with their coldness I am seeing through the window But there is no evidence that they could exist in my world to unravel my confidence From head to toe, they follow me ask me where is my imagination? Where? Where is my imperfection ? Where? Shadows begin to show Loneliness begins to overflow But there is no sense That they could exist in my soul To unravel my happy experience From head to toe, they follow me ask me Where is my inspiration? Where? Where is my aspiration ? Where? The night reflects my hopes The candlelight of my mind Warms my memories They are Invoking me to act ask me Where is my intuition? Where? Where is my comprehension ? Where? now I can hear: We are here We are here. By Regina Goncalves ------------------------------------------- GOLDEN SEASON I see the sun I see storm in the sea I see no leaf on my tree Days may be cloudy or sunny in my garden of weeping Some people are seasons and change our life Some made me happy Some made me cry But a good friend never change Friend, You are a golden season. You bring me your sunshine Colours and more Colours in the heart's garden you are so precious Dear Friend you are so precious Dear Friend Between the lines of my angry face I see you laughing in the rain YOU can replace making that day better The time have changed my mind but friends remain The time have hurt my memories But the memory of a golden friend Never dies >> By Regina   ------------------------------------------- GHOST The ghosts of past bellow over our mind, They spent all our light; For us, it is a kind Of death There is a scream in the night It's a deep... Deep dark secret that should be buried Ghosts are feelings suspended in the time The shadow of the past Takes fears forms Fills the mind with a desert vast The life has bent to many storms With a deep and deadly groan We must meet on the way to the distant future The ghost stay with us every day. Eternally locked. How can we be Sure? In fact, nobody can. They are so real! Make us feel The passing of the years... It's so sad, like a yellow blank page But a gentle form appears! It is our courage Our cares are past How vain were all our fears. Ghost Smoke from a burning match >> By Regina -------------------------------------------   TEARS OF THE SEA I wait for a summer's day With eyes that know the sadness Fear over the heart Blue tears,loneliness Shadows on the face, Doubts... too dark The mirror... is a blank place Blue moon You stole my dreams Never mind I sketch a smile, Catch this happiness drop transform a yellow spot into the sun Breeze and winter are grey, The ideas come in colours The life comes everyday Now I know The destiny never says no, The clouds hide my sanity, The wind lets me free. The night reflects the eternity Colours and more Colours changing hue that brightly blaze, Yellow, ambar, cyan, violet, rouge Dancing and swirling in my mind's haze , Throw away the black pain An open hand is a golden grain It's a sign I'm not alone. The silver cry The bloody scream Are just memories silent witnesses. I see... There is a sea Invoking me to act With the dragon's song To sail To find the Time To begin painting MY WAY. >> By Regina                                 Read Another PASSAGE   CAIUS ZIP, The Time Traveller,  IN:   NAPOLEON BONAPARTE IN RUSSIA How some mathematical calculations can be crucial for taking strategic decisions in this battle of empires                             Caius Zip, The Time traveller in:   Einstein  Picasso Agatha and Chaplin How to explain the theory of relativity, cubism, travelling in time and unmask a murderer     Read  first pages of this book:                                                                      Read  somet pages of this book about cubism:                                                                  WHAT DO EINSTEIN AND PICASSO HAVE IN COMMON?    CLICK HERE TO FIND OUT                 Caius Zip, the Time Traveller, in:   Einstein, Picasso, Agatha  and Chaplin    Book Description                                        Caius Zip, the young time traveller, arrives at Paris in 1905. The turn of the 20th century is a period that sizzles with ideas and realizations and the Universe is about to be contemplated as it never was before.   On the night that Einstein launched the famous E=mc2 formula on paper, he disappeared for a few days. Where was he?   In this work of fiction, Einstein was resting in Paris before his innovating Theory of Relativity enlightened him. At that same time, Picasso was just starting on his idea of breaking with conventional perspective.   Both characters seek the same concept: space-time relation. The encounter between art and science is finally possible by means of a limitless imagination.   Caius penetrates the birth of the theory of relativity and cubism and also manages to solve a murder mystery with the help of his two teenage friends, Agatha Cristie, with her investigative mind and Charlie Chaplin, who provides a touch of magic to this surprising work of fiction.   After all and as Einstein once said: “The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed”.