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...

SHANGRI LA I

I know where mine is...
Do you?

If Carlsberg could do friends...

I miss having a beer...
Not the alchool factor no ,but the gathering of friends talking about nothing and everything and just being happy.Not to the point of getting inebriated but loose enough to forget about political correctness.
Only problem is that seldom did i had those moments...
But it is just like human nature...missing what you never had.
NOT SOBER ANYWAY.
So...i guess i don't miss that beer after all.
I miss friends,though!

THE CRACK OF DAWN...

London buses...wait an eternity for one and then 3 come at the same time.
But lets just say that the analogie is more than suitable.
Got to tell you though, i've been talking about a need for change from my part, an integrational wriggle into the slime that it is flattering the established hierarchy, but i do not believe i can do it...
I was standing by the bus shelter tonight and fight broke up.Two alchoolics.If i was to guess, one was 24 the other 41.And all that daze, made up a good entertainment for the spectators.It dawned on me...i managed that,i broke free from the strangling hold it had on me and my will...What can i not do???
Defeatism is not a caracheristic of mine.
But the buses are way to many.
I am just the one.
I cannot take them all.

Got to find mind a better lipstick.
OR JUST FIND OUT WITCH ONE TO KISS



Que fazer?A vida e' mesmo assim...esperamos por um taxi uma eternidade e quando comecamos a andar eis que aparecem 3 ou 4.
Depois de tantos anos no "outro lado", procuramos integracao.
E' viscosa, eu sei, e leva-nos tempo, mas ao pouco, cremos que as coisas funcionam.
O derrotismo nao me caracteriza mas e' certo que preciso de melhores direccoes para encontrar o meu Norte.
E' um processo de aprendizagem!
Mas os taxis vieram todos ao mesmo tempo.
Eu sou apenas um.
Qual devo tomar?

O melhor mesmo e' arranjar um baton melhor.
ESTE NAO ESTA' A ENGANAR NINGUEM

FREAZING ON HIGH GROUND

Back in Her Majesty's country...
Is it that noticeable??
TRADE YOU THE CLIMATE


De volta a este gelo...ai que bem...
Cinzentos ceus para que nao me esqueca da cor.
Bem vindo a Inglaterra!
ALGUEM QUER TROCAR?

Genetic pool

I would take the bust, but sure enought ,is Murphy's law all over...
Thanks for the hair grandad...

Eu preferia o busto, mas a mim tinha de me calhar o cabelo...

WHAT DO YOU MEAN, TOMORROW?

I AM LESS THAN HAPPY...

Catch you, may i?

I CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF MY MIND...

Why is it that the intensity of the memory of you is so vivid that i feel you never gone? (...and i enrage myself with the thoughts of you being with another...)
How ,in the name of all that is sacred, do i tell myself that i let you slip through my stupid, clumsy fingers?
I dreampt of you again tonight and this has been delightfull painfull...
Damn you, woman, for this curse you cast upon me!
Queen of colours?
MORE LIKE SORCERESS OF BLACK MAGIC

Bags of stuff...

Talk about not dumping garbage onto the street...
Problem solved...It's all about interpretation


O que e' preciso e' saber-se ler nas entre-linhas.
Lixo no chao???
QUESTAO DE INTERPRETACAO

IT'S ALL GOING PEAR SHAPED

Guess i ate to much...It´s not belly, though, is the shape of the abdomen...
THE LEGS ARE MINE,THOUGH...THERE'S NO MISTAKING THEM
Acho que comi demais hoje...nao e' barriga...e' a forma do abdomen...
AS PERNAS?ESSAS SAO MINHAS...NAO HA QUE ENGANAR

WALL STREET IT AINT

IN A POOL OF THOUGHTS

What a glorious madeirian day this one was...

There was something that got to me, though.
I was in the theatre when over the sudden one of them biting mosquitoes came flying past my ear. My first reaction was to squash him but at good time i stopped.
As a firm believer of interconnectivity i remembered about this guy that was over my place of work the other day.
He tipped me 20 quid and said he was going to South Africa on a shooting safari...
Incredibly, he really meant it. He was going to kill animals...big ones at that. I freaked out (didn’t gave him the 20 pounds though), so he started justifying it was a necessary evil for that the animal's (assume elephants - bastard!!!!) population exceeded the numbers they were seen as a protected species and became a nuissance!Kinda like rabbits , he said.
I am not saying that me not killing that mosquito will somehow restore the balance in the earthling universe but for my part i'll do anything to maintain the idiosyncrasy of those ,that like me, think the world and everything on it is a tool for knowledge and we are only the poorer for exterminating what we do not understand!

Surrounded by sapience the only out is a vast blue wilderness!!
SO WHO WANTS TO BE STUPID?

BACK HOME

AND LOVING EVERY MOMENT OF IT

TURN ON THE LIGHTS

I was told that this blog was dark and a bit sad.
Not as it is created but as posts are concerned, which is fair en ought as everyone is entitled to their opinion and this is, in fact, the purpose of its content...to not only tell you about my experiences but also to know of similar ones that can tell me that my path trough life is not a unique one...that those experiences are shared by other people and that they themselves handle it in different ways.
Well that was the point, and sometimes i can take gold dust out of comments left.
My cause is a symbiotic one...share so that learning is possible.
THAT IS WHAT APPEASES MY NEMESIS.

Nao e' so' fado que eu quero transmitir quando aqui escrevo.
E' a relacao simbiotica convosco que pretendo...
Comparem e partilhem as vossas experiencias para que a aprendizagem seja possivel
Isso e' o que apaz a minha nemesis!

MEDIEVAL WANT

What is with me and the constant delusion of displacement?
What is it that makes want and long for a time that i never knew and for chivalrous feelings once so common and now so out of time?
What is it with the obsession of a "D.Quijote de la Mancha" character fighting against wind mills for his fair lady?
Why is it that i constantly look for ones that i cannot have and do not want me rather than the ones that i know are good for me?
Is it the idea that without blood,sweat and tears nothing is worth the while?
I mean, i always did look for a challenge, but you get to be older and you expect things to change somewhat...
Shall i call it perseverance or just plain old stupidity?
The fact is THAT I LOVE IT.



Vou de moinho a moinho batendo os meus monstros que me afastam de Dulcineia!
Sofro, mas uma dor que me e' querida!
Que raio se passa comigo?Isto com a idade devia dissipar-se mas o facto e' que me parece que nada e va'lido sem sangue,suor e la'grimas.
Quero aquilo que nao posso ou que nao me quer e desdenho o que e' certo, o porto de abrigo.
E' perseveranca ou estupidez?
Nem arrisco palpite,mas sei que ADORO SER ASSIM!

NO COMMENT...till tomorrow

Its not often that you'll see me shutting up, or not writing down anything.
Some times, it seems, it works out better to procrastinate thought so that anticipation and excitement don't take over and then, and again, ruin everything.
I shall Know what to say to you tomorrow...
Right now I VONT TO BE ALONE

PURPOSE

Turns out that i knew this...
I have stagnated!There is nothing else to learn and what i want to learn is being withheld from me.
Guess is time to move on...
I FEEL LIKE A CRIPPLE RIDING A BIKE

Estudasses...
O cerebro contrai-se, mirra, encolhe-se com a estagnacao...
Ja' nada ha' a aprender e aquilho que quero aprender nao me e' ensinado...por outra, e'-me ocultada...
Sinto-me como um aleijado montado numa bicicleta
E' TEMPO DE MUDAR

GETTING READY

DESTINATION PORTUGAL

GOT TO MUNCH ON THIS ONE

Interesting fact about me today...
Jealousy...don't seem to have it so much.Always thought it was a good thing.Turns out it isn't.But then again i should i be jealous?Wont that kill a relationship,all that mistrust all that suspicion...might as well break up...
I understand the idea behind it,though. Everybody wants to be felt as wanted...but does that mean that i have to possessive?
Hummm...a bit divided here...damned if i am damned if i wont.
But if you do open up the precedent, then that ugly monster comes back out...and it took me so long to make it go away.
Yeah...but then again...it turns out that you are then left to yourself...break up is, it seems, inevitable

Feia mascara, a do ciume...
Mas ao que parece tem de ser quantificado.Inexistente e' impossivel, mas quando assenta arraiais mina as fundacoes de uma relacao. A desconfianca instala-se e a suspeicao e' a regra!
Contudo, parece que ha' que o mostrar-se, perentoriamente, que se o nutre por a outra pessoa.Ela sente-se mais segura, mais querida...
Mas nao se o pode exteriorizar demasiado sob o risco de parecermos machistas e de, eventualmente, afastarmos o objecto amado.
Preso por ter cao e enjaulado por nao o ter.
Parece-me ,enfim, que o relacionamento esta' de inicio condenado.
Grande expectativas, pois sim.
Vou ter de pensar arduamente sobre este ponto

STAIRWAY TO...

An escalator can never break...i just becomes a stair...

Uma escada rolante nunca se quebra...torna-se em escada...

ADAPT TO EVOLVE

THIS CITY'S IN A MELTDOWN

London's burning up...and there's still the weekend to come!





BUT,ITS THE PASTY LEGS,NOT THE SUN, THAT HURTS THE SIGHT

FUNNY HOW EXCITMENT IS SHORT LIVED...

We start, then, with nothing, pure zero. But this is not the nothing of negation. For not means other than, and other is merely a synonym of the ordinal numeral second. As such it implies a first; while the present pure zero is prior to every first. The nothing of negation is the nothing of death, which comes second to, or after, everything. But this pure zero is the nothing of not having been born. There is no individual thing, no compulsion, outward nor inward, no law. It is the germinal nothing, in which the whole universe is involved or foreshadowed. As such, it is absolutely undefined and unlimited possibility -- boundless possibility. There is no compulsion and no law. It is boundless freedom.

Charles S. Peirce, "Logic of Events"

So what i do is NOTHING...

Nada e' zero e incerto porque ha' que haver um tudo para haver nada...entao nada e' algo e deixa de ser nada...como e' absolutamente indefenido entao nada e' possibilidades ilimitada.
E' vivo e morto ao mesmo tempo.
Entao a resposta ta' em nada, porque nada e' liberdade sem fronteiras.

Entao nao vou fazer mais NADA

A new life begins

Congratulations to my friend Orisa for her first nephew...and many more to come...especially yours...yeppiiiii...

On the subject of new life, i am VERY EXCITED
GUESS WHY...

AINT DOING IT ANYMORE

But these days bring up memorys...

Got to say it was a good day

REDUNDANT STATEMENT

But would you call it art?

La'pide minimalista...

WISH YOU WERE HERE

AND THEN WE COULD GO TO THE BEACH???

LAST TRIBUTE ANNY

WANNA RIDE???

BET YOU'LL LOVE IT

SUBDUED BUT NOT STUPID

I wouldn't cross me nor my way, if i were you...

Nao te atrevesses no meu caminho...

HOOKED?????

Hanging my brain in the hope that a bit of rest will make it better...
Or is it to late and i'm hooked already?
BIT OF HELP HERE, PLEASE!!

Vou pendurar o cerebro para que um pouco de descanso o ajude...
Ou sa que ja' estou enganchado?

THE INSANITY OF THE PERFUME...

It lingered in my senses all day...
And now i go to rest, but unrest is what consumes me.
I'll dream of your boosom tonight, i'll shake off the dreadiness of not have you and conjure up universes were we'd be togheter.
AND THAT PERFUME HAUNTS ME NOW

London Calling

Have you done your share?
Did you remember to vote?

Voto na capital...
Nao se esquecam do vosso dever.

Bandido mui peligroso

WHO'S THAT????

QUEM SERA'?

WEBSTERS DICTIONARY DEFINITION OF...team work

Teamwork is the co-operative effort by a group of people to achieve a common goal.

How can you work as a team, then, when the common goal is each own?
I believe in empathy...i believe in the good intrinsically in all mankind.
For we are one and all, undoubtedly, and connected, linked to each other.
There is no detachment, for you will eventually have to restore universal balance.
Free will not determinism,though.
We are not puppets but puppeteers in our path in this reality!
We wonder WHERE and WHO and WHY we are when we should be looking further afield to the biggest question of all...
HOW can we serve?
It is the way of the world to follow the dark enlightness of self-interest rather than ethic of reciprocity.
It is not the way of humanity.
If only souls would reflect their brightness...maybe this would be a more candide existence.
At the very least...
Stop taking it out on your colleagues when you're upset with the boss.

Trabalho de equipa?
As coisas so assim acontecem quando a franqueza e a empatia regem a existencia.
O optimismo e' glorioso...mas a fe' aos poucos dissipa-se.Nao na criacao mas no SER,no ENTE criado.E' triste quando assim acontece mas porque se esta' chateado com o patrao nao e de bom tom descontar nos colegas...
A isso nao se chama trabalho de equipa!!!

THE CHEERLEADER IS BACK

Its been a long winter...
Yeepii

ITS A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL

Just turned 1AM.Stepped outside the building to smell the night air and this DUDE came to me.Different looking rastas and all, the one you can pretty much think "well this one looks dodgy".
He turns at me and says:
"perdona, hablas castellano?"
You got to really live in a cosmopolitan city like this one to see these things happen.
How can you not love London?

Que tal esta...uma da manha,vou a rua sentir o ar da noite e aparece um sujeito todo esquesito com rastas e tudo a me perguntar:
"perdona, hablas castellano?"
E assim todo o mundo se torna mais pequeno.
E' viver numa cidade tao cosmopolita como esta!

GIVE US A HUG

Hey baby boy...
Happy birthday...
WHO LOVES YA???

Maninho...que pequerrusco...
Abrac,o e feliz aniversa'rio

OH,MR.Sandeman...

Just wanna dream of you.
ZZZzzzzzzzzzz