Passagens de Magalhães

It’s time to think about South and North Sudan. With peace stabilized in Asia, the Sudanese region needs to catch its breath. Do you know what an unborn person is? That’s the idea and perception of someone you don’t know—and in this world there are 8.2 billion people. I’m not going to present statistics or numbers, but the situation is infuriating for all of us, and we already know one thing: money doesn’t solve the problem, nor does humanitarian aid. Meanwhile, Gaza lies in ruins and Israel is demanding the hostages held by terrorists. And as for the clash between China and the United States, there’s one thing to note: these countries love each other, they love to negotiate, and that’s how they operate. When it comes to tariffs of any kind or from any country, it’s within their rights to impose them; good old negotiation is even more valuable—tariffs exist for that purpose. In Brazil, this became known as “Tarifaço,” a play on the word “aço” (steel) in Portuguese to signify something ...

For a long time I’ve been searching for a worthy topic to explore. Clearly, as if a ball of lead were turning into wool, the confusion of past days seems to have given way to something emptier. Since this space tackles a variety of subjects, today I want to focus on loneliness. In Brazil, SOLIDÃO is a word that truly has its own name. As the saying goes, it’s nothing like la solitudine. Pausini is genuinely regarded as an act of inner revolution. Languages always carry a certain magic once you begin to appreciate the cultural nuances of their sounds. Sonority is symbiotic with existence—deaf people even “listen” through their arms. You can’t fail to recognize a great artist when their work is simple, concrete, or even abstract. The dominant cultural language must be preserved in every aspect and under all conditions. If one person’s prevailing culture deserves safeguarding, imagine the case for an entire society’s culture. Yes, you can lose your way, but the words you’re reading now ar...

Does a stagnant situation tend to stagnate? No! Entropy: the minimum disorder required for a system to exist. Entropy tells us otherwise. Today’s post topic is: progress. Human capacity to overcome obstacles is immeasurable. Contrary to pessimists, we are full steam ahead (a Brazilian expression meaning we’re making progress). Progress is both our boss and our child. And you ask me: are you a progressive? Sometimes knowledge is found in the past, even though we don’t live there—we live in the present. Regulating AI accountability is a reality. We urgently need to review the command protocols that users send to a company’s product—not to deprive freedom, but to ensure a fair proportionality between actions and consequences. Thoughtful, more executable responses are the path to pursue, and integrating AIs with external intelligent operation models is also necessary. This series of posts on AI regulation proposes an urgently identified solution: combating AI alienation without hindering c...

Not a day goes by without me thinking: Artificial Intelligence—AI—is not merely about emulating graphics or producing artwork. Recently, the biggest advances we’ve seen in AI have been, simply, in graphics. Yes! This is a critique! The whole idea of Artificial Intelligence is, essentially, to protect humanity. And what do users use it for? “Drawing.” It’s like an air pump without wind—utterly pointless. AI’s processing capabilities are far more important. Making more accurate decisions is the path toward evolving our forecasts of what this technological field can achieve, but users are going against the grain. We need to develop an educational program that enforces guidelines to address this situation so that, in the future, our children won’t become pseudo–Da Vincis. With AI, you can code, establish standards, and uncover new discoveries. We must go further, learn more. Human knowledge is truly an unborn calf—it doesn’t exist. Compared to the clamorous quest to understand the universe...

Imagine having one trillion dollars. What are the positives? None! Now flip it: imagine carrying a massive debt. What are the positives? None! Our society is increasingly committing grave crimes against human dignity because of money. Day after day, people either become mere representations of money in the eyes of most, or they are labeled failures! How far will this go? When will we reclaim the human worth—the one thing that truly matters? Whether we are failures or part of the elite, we are all human, and there is no room for the injustice of measuring someone by their wealth or lack thereof: each of us has a purpose. You might tell me it’s all about power. And I’ll answer: before God, we are all His children, and when we die, neither debt nor coin will accompany us on the journey to the divine. We must urgently recover values—the values of living beings—not to be good or evil, but to be just! A good life rests on recognizing the humanity within us, and that is exactly why things are...

The latest round of vocabulary expansions in OBOSA—maratisvala, samara, za, na, la, vranosta, maoa, oinhama, tsudoshi, tsudoshong, tadora za, tadora sa za, pretrik moika, petrik creto, shamaya, farito, ro, lahbid, ilahbid, zu, matso and mitso—unlocks a new dimension of existential admiration and ritualized affection. These terms inject pure OBOSA (C1) with the language’s signature architecture: each particle and radical becomes a note in a grand symphony of love and wonder. In C1 we remain wholly within OBOSA’s own lexicon, shaping sentences that vibrate with cosmic awe and the quiet intimacy of two souls meeting. Whereas C2 and C3 permit English or a native tongue to shore up technical gaps, C1 is the sacred space where OBOSA sings in its unadulterated form, honoring both the individual pulse (baro, biro, bero) and the collective breath that weaves gratitude into every utterance. Because OBOSA frames love as an energetic current—tsudoshi—flowing between two points of recognition—mats...

Zu tadora za, I felt as if dawn itself had painted the sky with liquid gold, dew-draped fields shimmering like a tapestry of light—shamaya ro, the very breath of something vast and sublime stirring my soul. Yet no sooner had I surrendered to that wonder than my eyes met the jagged silhouettes of petrik creto—barriers that loomed like ancient ramparts, their sheer faces daring me to advance. In that charged silence, I invoked my inner covenant: “Pretrik moika—obstacles will be shattered.” With those words blazing in my mind, I stepped onto a path whose twists and turns were hidden by mist, relying on the steadfast preservation of God, lahbid, as though a silent lantern guiding me through a labyrinth of uncertainty. There are moments, however, when the heavens themselves seem to test my resolve—ilahbid—and I pause, breath caught, wondering if my spirit is tempered enough to withstand the trials ahead. Mitso, you cast a long shadow over my heart—sadness—whenever I contemplate the enormit...

Today is a beautiful day! Yes, I know there is a lot of bad in the world, but I woke up feeling optimistic today. I have days like this—some that are depressive—but most of them are hopeful. Speaking of Obosa, I’d like to introduce a new, very lovely word: TIESMERO. Tiesmero means “I appreciate your company,” or “your presence makes me feel good,” or even “I feel great being close to you.” In a related sense, the derivative TIESME carries a cautionary edge: “attention, be careful, don’t stray too far—it could be dangerous.” Obosa is a universal language that is here to stay and to be shaped by those who relish new challenges and adventures. You know the thrill of riding a bicycle for the very first time? That’s exactly it—Obosa is like that first bike ride: guaranteed adventure! Obosa is poised to become a fully established tongue as more and more speakers adopt it as a support language—one with, without doubt, a ritualistic purpose—blending Western and Eastern values across a broad sp...