hey E... THIS ONE'S FOR YOU

NUFF SAID...

Should i worry if all around me is silence?
Didn't climb to high so the fall shan't be hard.
Equilibrium is what is needed at the moment.
Soon, preciousssssssssss...MY PRECIOUSSSSSSSSS

THIS BUTLER AIN'T IN LOVE

I can no longer take this...
I am sick of ineptitude.
Give way, others will want it.
I cannot tolerate this affront to myself.Not only my physical integrity as well as my mental one are at risk.I am not even going to comment on the constant affront to my intellect.I mean, seriously...where do they find these people?
More importantly where do i find myself?
WHY THE HELL DO I MINIMIZE ME SO?
Fuck you all...i can't stand you any longer...

Nao aguento mais estes merdas.
Temo ja pela minha saude fisica e mental.Ja para nao falar na constante afronta ao meu intelecto que e' conversar com eles.
Onde diabos os desencantam?
Melhor ainda, onde diabos me encontro eu?
PORQUE SERA' QUE ME MINIMIZO ASSIM?
Fodam-se todos...ja' nao vos aguento mais.

EXACTLY, sort of...

Dreams and fears play tricks with your mind.
YOU DONT HAVE TO CONJURE UP MAGIC.
It is the 21st century,though.
Will you people stop seeing flying brooms around please?

Seculo 21 e ainda se imaginam vassouras a voar.
Os sonhos e os medos brincam com a mente.

IT HAS BEGUN

Well, turns out that if my hand is forced...


Afinal, parece que se me forcam a mao...

London's life???

BBCNews24 on Sexism

It has been four days now and this thought does not leave my head.
It was announced that 4 british soldiers died in Afghanistan.
Sad as i am for the loss of life, one tends to be indifferent to the casualties of a war that never did prove its case.
Still i do not want to dwell on that.
I want, though, talk about an e-mail sent to BBC News24 and the appalling bad taste of the commentators to even reed it out loud.
It stated, in general words, that it was ridiculous for the MoD (ministry of defence) to send women to the battle front.
This was, to me, one of the most sexist comments i ever had the misfortune of hearing and to make it even worst with the total support of a public channel that people around the world, regardless of nationality, watch.
This was sexism, machismo,and the whole of the minimization of a gender for a ridiculous notion that women are weaker than men.
Regrettably, this has not been noticed at all by anyone of right.
Now, i wont say that femininity is not a good thing...
I love everything that is feminine in a woman.
But i despise people that use their gender as a leverage.
I abhor people that use their sex as a handicap.
I PAY MY RESPECTS TO THIS FANTASTIC LADY.
Not because she is dead, nor because she was pretty or courageous or because she followed through.
But what she has done was to burn her bra.
SHE WAS A 21ST CENTURY SUFFRAGETTE!
Not a spiteful one.Just one that believed in the motto:
DEEDS, NOT WORDS.
Corporal...i salute you!

COCOON

So, the time has come...
I guess it was due to happen, anyway(s)...
No more teachings. "Over the sudden", pardon me, ALL OF THE SUDDEN, darkness invaded my day and all those golden streaks could not burst the blinding pain of goodbye.
It seems, alas, my butterfly has the butterflies.
Me?There is no net which can catch her, so i'll just moan my lost.
Wings?For what?
YOU GET TO CLOSE TO THE SUN AND THEY MELT.

NO COMMENT

Anybody else watched Portugal's game last night?

Mais alguem viu o jogo ontem?

MONEY, MONEY,MONEY...

Ambition.
What is it?What defines it?
Does it run your life, does it make sense to do so?Are you less or more of a person according to the measurement of it? Can you, indeed, measure it?Is there a point that you start marking a person as ambitious?
It came to my attention that i might not be ambitious enough and i maybe agree with that (quantifying it).
But is that what really makes me?Or is that what really doesn't coordinate with the views of the world?I got admit i wasn't raised on the most sane environment to do so.In between socialists, right-wingers, fascists and communists i got a bit of all.
I would then propose that i am not ambitious.
I do not want for material things. Don't call me stupid or naive, though.
I very much intend to have a more settled life.
Do my bit to the engrandement of the human race.
I can, then, call me an anachronic dreamer that will eventually break the cycle.
But until then, i wake up every morning, i look at myself and i say:
AMBITION?
IT DOESN'T BUY ME CHARISMA.
FOR EVERYTHING ELSE, THERE IS MASTERCARD

AD NAUSEUM

Fair play to them...
Use the law to squeeze trough some insults.
Now, wouldn't life be much better if you ,some times, could vent out some pressure by shaming people into well manners.That would, indeed, be a fair day.
But with all this political correctness around i was told to rename my phobia.
I no longer fear midgets.
IS VERTICALLY CHALLENGED PEOPLE THAT I DISLIKE!

A mensagem e' clara e dura.
"As pessoas que deixam os seus caes sujar o chao com excrementos sao sujas, porcas, sem maneiras e inigienicas alem de estarem sujeitas a uma multa de £20, por lei"
Bestial,usar-se a lei para espremer um e outro insulto.
Nesta epoca de politicamente correcto, ate a minha fobia tive de redominar.
Nao tenho medo de anoes.
TENHO PAVOR DE PESSOAS VERTICALMENTE DESAFIADAS.

ALL THE KING'S beds...

Just a day of nothingness...
Not too botheres, though...slept it alltrough out.
My body needed that.

Transport for London...WITH A SMILE

Coming home this evening, on the subway, got stucked in between Piccadilly circus and Leicester Square. Saturday night , 10:30 PM pack full train.Over the sudden the driver announces :
" Ladies and Gentlemen can i have your attention please...We have just been informed (on this split second everybody is fearful)...that pickpockets are operating on this train.They use begging to distract you.So please...Hold on to your wallets and to your wives, if you are of age.Its Saturday night, everything goes!"

Piccadilly Line...
YOU LOVE TO HATE IT AND HATE TO LOVE IT!


Vindo para casa esta noite de Sabado, num metro cheio!De repente, ficamos parados entre Piccadilly Circus e Leicester Square.O tempo passa e de subito o condutor anuncia:
"Senhoras e Senhores posso ter a vossa maior atencao?Acabamos de ser informados( es neste milesimo de segundo, todos os coracoes pararam)...que ladroes estao a operarar neste comboio.Eles distraem-vos ao mendigar.Por isso, por favor...agarrem as vossas carteiras e as vossas mulheres.Sabado a noite em Londres, vale tudo..."

Linha Piccadilly...
ADORA-SE ODIA-LA E ODEIA-SE ADORA-LA!

Hey...GET OFF OF ME

Well, well, well...
Nothing to complain.
Now is that ,or not, weird?
The fact the matter is that you don't need to be selfish nor altruist to have it as such.
You just go along with your day.
The thing is, i was reminded about something the other day.I was told that reading books that were affecting, clouding if you will, the way life is supposed to be lived.I do admit that sometimes you can almost be lead by those thoughts.But if you retain what matters the most, that helps you cross the hurdles that come in your way.
Fair enough, there was a time that i lived a honeymoon period.One that all was great and i did needed it to get away from the darkness that surrounded me.It did me goo, it served its purpose.I have now came to another cross road.This time around i'll have to be stronger for myself.
Now, that does not mean i shouldn't care.That brings me no joy.
Every one has his cross to carry in life.
But a cross is not a planet.
I HAVE NO AMBITION TO BE ATLAS.
Otherwise i'll keep on looking upset.



Cada qual com a sua cruz no mundo...
Mas nao tenho ambicoes de ser Atlas.
Faco-o antes assim...Tive a ajuda quando dela precisei.
E' tempo de guiar-me sozinho.
E' tirar as pedras do caminho...
...E SEGUIR O CURSO DO DA AGUA
Senao continuo a parecer rabujento.

WELCOME TO HOLLYWOOD

Well i guess that if life is not a movie, then a script is really redundant.
Actually, there should be none to begin with. There is no room for improvising neither because that would mean that you just forgot your lines. That makes no sense, then. So really, life is a continuous, perpetual motion of feelings, responsibilities, duties and what not.
See it like that and life is pretty boring.
Spice it it up with a bit of drama, comedy, tragedy and you are guarantee to live it to the fullest.
Why make it doll?
THERE'S NO BUSINESS, LIKE SHOW BUSINESS.


Que 'e da vida sem a sua pitada de drama, de comedia, de tragedia?
A mim parece-me chata.
Nao digo que se siga guioes, mas sem duvida o improviso torna-a agridoce.
E assim vale a pena ser vivida.
LUZES, CAMARAS, ACCAO

FLUSH OR FLASH?

Well,well things are looking up.
My aunts operation was a success.
Portugal has won again.
Got myself a date...kinda.
Let me just talk about this last one...It is, for all effects a date.I know she'll be dressing up just for me and walking around ,mesmerizing people, and making them jealous of me...well at least they would if they knew she is with me...
Funny about something,thought.Have you notice that the past tense is mixed up with the future and the present stance?
Well as incredible as this is, she is not with me nor will she be with me at that day.She will, never the less, be wanting to.
Vain? Cocky?
No...just sure of how right we would be for each other.
Now there is just one little thing to be done.
TIME IS SOON COMING.
FOR NOW I'LL JUST TAKE MYSELF OUT OF THE TOILET

Vitoria paa a minha Madrinha.
Vitoria para a nossa seleccao.
E ja tenho companhia para o baile.
TEMPO DE TIRAR A CABECA DA RETRETE

IN SYNC

Countering all want, i am in conflict with myself.
I does seem to happen a lot and it tends to bring several negative repercussions.
I am uncomfortable on my comfort zone and just need to get out of it.
Let me just start with tomorrow.
I'LL KEEP YOU POSTED

Pantones II

Can still hear your music and see your colours...
Back to black?
NOT YET...WONT GIVE UP

FIGHTING WINDMILLS...

Old body generating new power.
New body generating old energie.
Took all it was allowed.
Gave more than expected.
No profit, no value, no life...
NO USE


As velas do moinho...hum hum hum hum
Girando de mansinho...hum hum hum hum
E as cabacas que as enfeitam


Nao param de me enganar!

OH YE OF LITTLE FAITH

Could talk about PORTUGAL'S win in the Euro.About ,again , the disdain that i hold about lack of effort or nobless.Could go on about this fetish of mine, for that,at the moment, is all that is allowed me to describe her.
I could rant about the stupid piccadilly line or the fact that i am losing my mind.I could talk about the absolute tragedy that it was seeing this guy in the US being hit by a car a people passing by indifferently towards the happening.About the yet another teenage killing in London or the tragedy of New Guinea losing much more rain forest than the Amazon!That the russians are intimidating their neighbours into not allowing NATO to expand to them, or that NATO is aggressively seeking to prolong their silly existence.Could discuss about the smellie whales that fisherman refuse to fish, under treath of starvation, because they smell so bad that even dogs run away, and why is that happening.Could moan about carbon sequestration and even its sale to less polluting countries so that we all can afford air conditioning.
I could do all that but i will just celebrate the story of Jaimme Armstrong and her lost teddy bear which was left at a spanish airport and after 44 days, over 1000 people involved and 3000miles or 4800km and finally reunited.
IT GIVES YOU HOPE IN ALL

PARK LIFE

I was told that resentment eats you up alive, so settling it down should always be a priority.
I have learned that this is one of the fundamental truths of life.
I could take the higher road and turn the other cheek but there's is no remaining skin left untouched, so in order for that to happen, the high road, i mean, i should use it to my advantage as a propulsion mechanism to impel me the hell away from it (resentment).
Or you could just be a sport and stop leaving your car outside!
You would then see there was no need for you to go away and deprive us of your lovely company.
WOULDN'T THAT MAKE MORE SENSE?
At the very least, would save you a fortune on the paint job!


Ressentimento e' danado...corroi-nos por dentro.
Aprendi que uma das verdades fundamentais da vida, e' exactamente a necessidade de se o resolver desde logo.
Mas como faze-lo?
Poderia dar a outra face mas ja nao tenho pele que nao tenho sido consporcada por teus dedos, entao para me mostrar magnanimo devo, se calhar, usar esta razao como um mais comulativo para impulsionar-me daqui para fora, longe deste fosso depressivo que e' a falta de camaradismo.
Ou entao, poderias ser porreiro e nao deixar mais o carro fora da garagem, forcando-te a abandonar-nos, privando-nos da tua maravilhosa companhi.
No minimo poupavas um dinheirao em pintura
FAZ SENTIDO , NAO ACHAM?

MICKEY BLUE EYES

May i just say that paranoia isn't a carachteristic of mine.
Still i can't shake the feeling that a way is being created by me to undermine all that i have constructed until now.
It seems that temptation surrounds me and is just waiting for me too give in.
It would be quite easy to do so but stay the path is what i want.Never the less, the recent disappointment and frustration brought upon by the self created stress of a choice that has not the underlines of being my final one, it beginning to take it's tool on me.
I FELL EYES ALL AROUND ME

That's why i go to school for

Waking up so early...
And for a test.
Good thing the teacher's hot

TIC TAC CLARISSE...

Not much fun these days.
It isn't me commiserating on what could have been but more where do i take it from here!
Once you see a door is closed why is it that you keep on trying to find ways to come inside?It is true that you might feel comfortable where you are but then winter will arrive and you will need shelter.And the door will still be closed.
Best thing to do really is actively looking for a new house.
The fact the matter is that it never rains ,it pours or such is the human nature that that is the way that their surroundings are perceived.The guiltiest sin of humanity might be just that one...the one where each individual thinks his uniqueness is all down to himself rather than all that surrounds him.As such you do became lazy, complacent really, procrastinating all because yours is the real truth.
Guess that again i was wrong and guess that again i have to start over.
Problem is starting over has to stop in order for continuation to follow.
Otherwise there is no disclosure at the end of this voyage.
AND THAT'S NOT WHAT I AM HERE FOR!
OLD MAN TIME DOES NOT STOP


Tenho de mexer-me rapidamente.Nao e' que me falte tempo mas e' verdade que e' parte integral da natureza humana adiar, procrastinar as coisas.
E e' facto que nao posso estar sempre a comecar de novo.Eventualmente tenho de continuar a aventura.
Afinal e' para isso ,eu acredito, que estou aqui.
O VELHO-TEMPO NAO ESPERA!

Corsets and burlesque

WOMAN...DON'T TOY WITH ME!!

ERUPTION...

Self imposed ban or the game of wait and see?
DUNNO,NOT YET SURE

PROTELANDO O INEVITAVEL???
NAO SEI, DE VERDADE...