COME ON,LET ME ENTERTAIN YOU

Sometimes is like you spoke a different language and still people whisper when you pass them by.They look intently and they grim,nodding an acknowledgement of your presence and their malice.
In my impetuous nature, i feel brandishing my tongue like sharp sword towards the eternal weaknesses of want and need.I have learned to control it.I graze around with the flock but my eyes are opened to the door.No resentment...
Not worth it.
I'M JUST GONNA DO MY THING.


Por vezes e' como se falassemos uma lingua diferente mas no entanto os sussurros ecoam nos ouvidos.Os outros olham com intento e sorriem maliciosamente, acenando com duas pedras na mao.
Na minha natureza impetuosa, eu sinto que deveria reduzi-los ao po' que sao brandando, pelo menos, a minha lingua ,qual espada de Condestavel perante a eterna fraqueza que e' o querer e a necessidade humana!Sem ressentimentos...
Nada o merece.
SO' TENHO O MEU CURSO A SEGUIR.

TRAVELLING 1ST CLASS...

If all runs as i think and i have the liberty of creativeness, responsibility will no longer bear its weight on my shoulders but in fact provide me with a meaning to work other than subsistence.
Hence i'll be travelling first class.
I AM EXCITED AGAIN.
Hopefully my balls wont be broken.

Se tudo correr como eu espero e a liberdade de creatividade e' minha, a responsabilidade nao mais pesara em meus ombros.Antes pelo contrario, tornar-se-'a a razao pela qual me ergo da cama e com vontade me desloco ao trabalho sem ser por causa de subsistencia.
Entao, viajarei em primeira classe.
ESTOU EXCITADO DE NOVO.
A la' ver se nao parto a cara!

DEEP MOOD

It has been a difficult year so far.Losses and scares and broken promises and false expectations.
I always knew it would be such, but the disconfort is great and i am afraid of it taking over me.
I wonder when it will stop?

JAGGED LITTLE PILL

I saw this lady eating a pizza today, with fruit utensils.
She had a stroke and her left hand side was severely affected.She is getting better.
She ask me to stick around.She said that because of the lack of sensitivity on her left part she once was eating and didn't realize that whilst taking the food to her mouth, it sort of flew away.
She said that she might be able to provide some entertainment, in an otherwise boring a very stuffy british summer day.
Nothing happen...
Nothing except this explosion of joy and admiration for this person.
Think i have bad?
Nothing that i can't find a pill for.
For the rest...
WELL, I STILL HAVE A LONG WAY TO GO, FOR SELFISHNESS TO VANISH!

OH, Mr. Sandeman...

What do you do when you no longer think there is a come back?
Say that you have come to the conclusion that all communication has been lost hence cohesion no longer reigns and dilution of togetherness is clear and painfully visible.Break up point is reached.
In all my defensiveness i would always backtrack and try to rearrange things is order to,at least, bear the factuality that minions surround me because i have so let them.
It's not grandeur, or even narcissism - although i have to confess that i do not remember ever uttering the words "that guy is SMARTER than me" - it's just a recognition of a fact ,well known , that regardless of the fact of not regretting the experiences that i have been trough in my life, i set myself up for the consequences that i now do not enjoy.
So the question remains...
What do you do?
The answer is obvious, the practicability of it is somewhat doubtful.
Or i could say sorry, kiss, make up and bury my head in the sand.
THEN AGAIN PIGS MIGHT FLY


Que fazer quando se chega ao fim do trilho?
A relacao e' insuportavel, a simples presenca torna o ar pesado, sulfuroso, em ponto de ebulicao.
A resposta deveria ser obvia, a praticabilidade e' ,contudo, questionavel.
Ou poderia beijar e fazer as pazes e esconder a cabeca na areia.
PEROLAS A PORCOS?NAO ME PARECE...

DEAD ON ARRIVAL

A perfect day to cycle around London today.And why not make a few bob since you at it?
People do ask me if i like this city and my answer is invariably yes.You do pay a high tribute to live in it.It claims your energies and bit by bit your soul.
It is the proverbial melting pot , of ideas, of cultures, of races, of creeds and religions.
But i got to tell you.It is polluted.
And hay fever?Developed it when i arrive to this country.
SO NO...I WOULDN'T BE CAUGHT DEAD CYCLING IN LONDON.
Mostly because i would die in a matter of breathes!


Gosto de Londres.
Mas nem pagando me apanham morto numa bicicleta.
Principalmente porque me encontraria em tal condicao com duas ou tres pedaladas.
Muitos parques, muitos verdes.
MAS AS ALERGIAS INSTALAM-SE EM FORCA NESTE MES.
Dasse, e' azar

WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING

With your little smirks and extended facial features, thinking that you are the ultimate deceiver, a great pretender, a chess player in a poker table, you might wonder about the magnificence of your intellect and how much longer will it take for it to be upgraded to godlike status.
There is one small flaw on your cunning plan...
I KNOW TO MUCH.
AND THAT SKIN YOU WERE DOESN'T CONCEAL YOUR PUTRID STENCH


Podem pensar que escondidos em sorrisos e palmadinhas nas costas, crendo que sao os detentores de um intelecto quasi deificado,podem enganar gregos e troianos.Ha apenas uma pequena falha nesse plano maquiavelico.
Eu sei demasiado.
E ESSA PELE DE CORDEIRO NAO DISFARCA O VIL PUTRIDO CHEIRO DE LOBO

VOU ALI E JA' VENHO.nao se esquecam do que estavam a dizer...

FOOD FOR THOUGHTS

Got me dreaming last night...
So want to let go of this life i'm leading, that even the dreams are angering me into action.
Only problem is, who will bring home the bacon?
It's not like there is a free Tesco in every London's corner.

Quem dera houvesse um supermercado destes em todas as esquinas de Londres.
Mas...alguem tem de trazer o pao para casa.É exasperante.
Mas tou quase a me ir embora.Até os sonhos me chateiam a agir e mudar a vida que levo.

The Prince and the pauper

Should i sit on my throne,now?
Is the crown ready to be set upon my head?
I grow weary of waiting.
And the time runs away so fast in this island.
THE END IS NIGH.

HOTPOT

Man alive...i am burning up in this island.
Lovely day for a swim.
Tombstoning?
NO...methinks

I'LL HUFF AND I'LL PUFF...

Back home again.Sadly it is not as cosy as usually is.
Something is amiss.
Still can't get rid of the feeling that i wouldn't mind to leave all behind me.
THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE...if only

HOMAGE TO AN "ARTISTE"

A feel of lost,a feel of nostalgia,a feel of sincere miss,a feel of inevitability,a feel curiosity.
A curtain has fallen into this artist.
Everybody has a diferent away.This lady's way was to spoil us with laugther.
YOU WILL SURELY BE MISSED AS MUCH AS YOU WERE LOVED.


A lagrima que lava a saudade nao sabe afogar a dor.
Uma artista subiu ao Reino Maior.
O pano caiu sobre a sua vida.
VAI SER SENTIDA A SUA FALTA COMO E' SENTIDO O AMOR POR ELA.
Ate' ao rever minha tia querida

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

My life's a merry-go-round of surprises.
And i still can't get no sleep.
I WOULDN'T MIND A NANNY, RIGHT ABOUT NOW...

A minha vida parece-se um carrocel.
E eu nao consigo dormir ainda.
JA' ME CALHAVA UMA AMA-SECA.CHAMAVA-LHE UM FIGO...

PRIMAL SCREAM

ARGHHHHHHHHHHH...
Bit better but not quite there yet

Bear hug

Should i pat myself on the back?I mean...it's not always that i resist temptation.As a matter of fact, it never happened before.Is this what they call maturing?
The thing is that i am not to sure of what happened.My head's still spinning from the resounding "NO" my will so decided.And if that wasn't enought, my gondes aren't best pleased with me.
Still...my desire has sucumbed to the determination of my will.
At the end of the day, my patiente has been rewarded...no more jumping into unmanageble relations.
Yeah...I should pat myself on the back...
(OR IS THIS A BEAR HUG?)

Rain drops are falling on my head...

A day to stay at home and be cosy in front of the TV.
Summer storms?Crazy weather...
It seems like me...grumpy young man.
The wetness i should be feeling?...the dampness between your legs.
Sure that will bring me a better mood.Some rays of light will pierce the clouds.
AND YOU MIGHT LIKE IT TOO

GAY FAU(L)KS

They came from everywhere.
Trust the sociological diferents to come up with new ideas.
Lamb to the slaughter.
Ah well, i guess any excuse will do me.
But how daft was i in not sticking to my evaluations?Damn it, i know i am always right and still i doubt myself.
Time to get greddy now.
TIME TO STOCK UP FOR WINTER.


Traducao de BOCAGE
Tendo a cigarra em cantigas
Passado todo o verão
Achou-se em penúria extrema
Na tormentosa estação.
Não lhe restando migalha
Que trincasse, a tagarela
Foi valer-se da formiga,
Que morava perto dela.
Rogou-lhe que lhe emprestasse,
Pois tinha riqueza e brilho,
Algum grão com que manter-se
Té voltar o aceso estio.
- "Amiga", diz a cigarra,
- "Prometo, à fé d'animal,
Pagar-vos antes d'agosto
Os juros e o principal."
A formiga nunca empresta,
Nunca dá, por isso junta.
- "No verão em que lidavas?"
À pedinte ela pergunta.
Responde a outra: - "Eu cantava
Noite e dia, a toda a hora."
- "Oh! bravo!", torna a formiga.
- "Cantavas? Pois dança agora!"

WELCOME TO THE HOUSE OF FUN

My tap is driving me insane.
Don't take me wrongly...I love it's water.
The problem is it keeps on dripping.It is not doing what it is suppose to do.
And it's not it's fault, alone.It's also Thames Water that for the exorbitant amount they charge should be able to provide every home with new state of the art taps.Mind you...every day i have to give money to them so that they keep the water flowing, but service?None.
But above all it's the landlords fault.I should foresee these problems and take care of them before they amount to a big thing.It is now, i believe, to late.The fact is that i do not stand any choice but to leave.After all, nothing is going to change.
And to make it even worse next week, the toilet is gonna break and the water pollution is gonna be back.
Flipping heck.
A flood is on it's way.
ALL HANDS ON DECK

But that is when i ruled the world...

So i passed.
Was there any doubt?
Guess that is what makes people so angry, but just comtemplate the thought...What if i was beautifull? Toy with the idea...what if i was to do all that i can?
Let me downgrade.Let me dumb down.
I've been a GOD and it's lonely up there.

E entao?mais um exame, mais uma nota.
Havia alguma duvida?
Acredito que a leviandade enfureca as pessoas mas contemplem a ideia...e se eu fosse a imagem de beleza?Brinquem com o pensamento...e se eu fizesse tudo aquilho que posso?
Deixem-me viver assim.Far-vos-ia mal de outra forma.
Eu ja' fui um DEUS e e' solitario la' em cima.

ARSE OR ASS??

Another pointless meeting.
Let's all gather around and sing "Kumbaya my Lord" to the lord of the flies.
Might as well.Everybody is gonna be there sucking up to a dry bone.
I, on the other hand, got m full.
Besides, i wont be allowed to leave the class room before doing my maths.
Good thing, too.
GUESS WHAT I AM PROTECTING??


Mais uma reuniao sem sentido, com os impretaveis de sempre a gritarem profissionalismo a quem pensam que os estao a ouvir.
O resultado final?
Bem...
Nem me importa, tenho classe e a professora nao deixa sair sem acabar a matematica.
Ainda bem.
ALGUEM ADIVINHA O QUE EU ESTOU A PROTEGER??

THIRSTY FOR KNOWLEDGE?beware of ignorance

I was asked if i believe in God, the other day,by a person that i would consider agnostic.
Not to create an argument but to express an opinion ,that could, in fact ,terminate the conversation right there and then, i said that you should accept the spirit of investigation of this person in the same way that another person accepts the opus divinuum at a temple.
Both voyages are towards enlightenment, for we all quest the truth.
Sadly, not all of us are engraced with Faith, that provides all answers.Some of us have to look for those answers ourselves.For some, the answer in darkness is the light of the Holy Spirit, for some others it lays on the fact that there are several degrees of darkness ,in nature, that hide another light.
I have and will continue to dedicate my life to this intellectually enlightening end.
JUST HAVE TO BE CAREFUL WITH THE INQUISITORS


Se eu creio em Deus, perguntaram-me...
Acredito que viajo em direccao ao esclarecimento, como o fara' um servo do Senhor ou um servo da ignorancia,Todos demandamos a verdade, mas nem todos somos agraciados com a fe' que proporciona todas as resposta.Alguns de nos devem de procurar essas respostas por si mesmos.
Tenho e continuarei dedicado a minha existencia a esta finalidade intelectualmente iluminadora.
SO' TENHO DE TER CUIDADO COM OS INQUISITORES