Days go by
You
Still a whisper on my lips
A feeling at my fingertips
That's pulling at my skin
You
Leave me when I'm at my worst
Feeling as if I've been cursed
Bitter cold within
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Without you
You
Still a whisper on my lips
A feeling at my fingertips
That's pulling at my skin
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Without you...
segunda-feira, 31 de maio de 2010
terça-feira, 25 de maio de 2010
Red colored stars
There comes a time to think.
The icelandic ashes that turn the night skies to red are as unpredictable as my future seems to be. I have no ticket to go away, nor the certainty enough to stay. I have places to sleep, but I have no home. I have my things scattered all around the world and I wonder how, when and where we'll reunite. The answers? I wish I knew them already. Hope there's no need to sell what's left of my soul.
The icelandic ashes that turn the night skies to red are as unpredictable as my future seems to be. I have no ticket to go away, nor the certainty enough to stay. I have places to sleep, but I have no home. I have my things scattered all around the world and I wonder how, when and where we'll reunite. The answers? I wish I knew them already. Hope there's no need to sell what's left of my soul.
terça-feira, 18 de maio de 2010
The time is now
When I find no words to describe what's going on in my mind I always seem to find the lyrics to a song where I can see the reflection of my emotions. Lately this is the one that better mirrors my soul...
The time is now
You're my last breath
You're a breath of fresh air to me
Hi, I'm empty
So tell me you care for me
You're the first thing
And the last thing on my mind
In your arms I feel
Sunshine
On a promise
A day dream yet to come
Time is upon us
Oh but the night is young
Flowers blossom
In the winter time
In your arms I feel
Sunshine
Give up yourself unto the moment
The time is now
Give up yourself unto the moment
Let's make this moment last
You may find yourself
Out on a limb for me
Could you expect it as
A part of your destiny
I give all I have
But it's not enough
And my patience is shot
So I'm calling your bluff
Give up yourself unto the moment
The time is now
Give up yourself unto the moment
Let's make this moment last
And we gave it time
All eyes are on the clock
But time takes too much time
Please make the waiting stop
And the atmosphere is charged.
In you I trust.
And I feel no fear as I
Do as I must.
Give up yourself unto the moment
The time is now
Give up yourself unto the moment
Let's make this moment last.
Tempted by fear
And I won't hesitate
The time is now
And I can't wait
I've been empty too long
The time is now
Took a chance and now it's gone
And the time has come
Let's make this moment last
And the night is young
The time is now.
Let's make this moment last.
The time is now
You're my last breath
You're a breath of fresh air to me
Hi, I'm empty
So tell me you care for me
You're the first thing
And the last thing on my mind
In your arms I feel
Sunshine
On a promise
A day dream yet to come
Time is upon us
Oh but the night is young
Flowers blossom
In the winter time
In your arms I feel
Sunshine
Give up yourself unto the moment
The time is now
Give up yourself unto the moment
Let's make this moment last
You may find yourself
Out on a limb for me
Could you expect it as
A part of your destiny
I give all I have
But it's not enough
And my patience is shot
So I'm calling your bluff
Give up yourself unto the moment
The time is now
Give up yourself unto the moment
Let's make this moment last
And we gave it time
All eyes are on the clock
But time takes too much time
Please make the waiting stop
And the atmosphere is charged.
In you I trust.
And I feel no fear as I
Do as I must.
Give up yourself unto the moment
The time is now
Give up yourself unto the moment
Let's make this moment last.
Tempted by fear
And I won't hesitate
The time is now
And I can't wait
I've been empty too long
The time is now
Took a chance and now it's gone
And the time has come
Let's make this moment last
And the night is young
The time is now.
Let's make this moment last.
segunda-feira, 17 de maio de 2010
Logic will break your heart
In Oslo, I found a very old and dusty book with one poem in it.
At first I read it paying not enough attention.
But then I felt something strange, I felt it was familiar, it said more than it should, it was a message to me maybe, I don't know.
All I know is that i am connected to it now.
And so I share it...
Remember, by Christina Rossetti
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
At first I read it paying not enough attention.
But then I felt something strange, I felt it was familiar, it said more than it should, it was a message to me maybe, I don't know.
All I know is that i am connected to it now.
And so I share it...
Remember, by Christina Rossetti
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
The Oslo Report
It will be impossible to put in one blog entry all that has happened in the Oslo trip.
Hence I'll share with you some of the highlights.
One thing is for sure: It is nice to portuguese no matter where in the world.
People always come to you in a mysterious and unexpected way.
First example of that happened as soon as we landed.
This norwegian girl came to me with some crazy eyes asking me just: "what is your language? I must know. I find it very interesting!"
She could have found a better excuse, no?
But the portuguese language/nationality does not end here.
Not even close.
We were out in the streets on one of our walks around Oslo when we decided to enter a shop to buy some ice cream (yes, in 4 of the 5 days in Oslo there was sun and some warmth! unbelievable!) when a couple came to us (completely drunk at 5 o'clock in the afternoon) and they said they knew our language and that they like the portuguese people so they invited us to a private party in their apartment.
We thought something like: "what the hell? but why not?" and so we went. Free alcohol, free food, funny conversations, etc.
Worth it!
And what about the world being a very small place?
How strange is it when you meet in the streets of Oslo someone you met before in some other country some months before?
Strange indeed, but factual!
Oh well, many stories!
But the rest my friends, stays with me.
Hence I'll share with you some of the highlights.
One thing is for sure: It is nice to portuguese no matter where in the world.
People always come to you in a mysterious and unexpected way.
First example of that happened as soon as we landed.
This norwegian girl came to me with some crazy eyes asking me just: "what is your language? I must know. I find it very interesting!"
She could have found a better excuse, no?
But the portuguese language/nationality does not end here.
Not even close.
We were out in the streets on one of our walks around Oslo when we decided to enter a shop to buy some ice cream (yes, in 4 of the 5 days in Oslo there was sun and some warmth! unbelievable!) when a couple came to us (completely drunk at 5 o'clock in the afternoon) and they said they knew our language and that they like the portuguese people so they invited us to a private party in their apartment.
We thought something like: "what the hell? but why not?" and so we went. Free alcohol, free food, funny conversations, etc.
Worth it!
And what about the world being a very small place?
How strange is it when you meet in the streets of Oslo someone you met before in some other country some months before?
Strange indeed, but factual!
Oh well, many stories!
But the rest my friends, stays with me.
terça-feira, 11 de maio de 2010
Destination: Norway
And the moment has come my friends: Oslo here I go!
No matter if it snows or not, if there's ash in the air or not: good times are ahead.
But still, I'll have some things that won't leave my mind for a single second, it is usually like that when the future is on someone's hands, not yours, and everything is like a clouded sky where the sun may shine or where the rain may fall. The return will be hard. Anyway, for now, let's focus on the trip! Hope to bring back some stories, as usual! If I don't write again you know how to find me: Call Widmore, or the dharma initiative, they'll know ahah ;)
No matter if it snows or not, if there's ash in the air or not: good times are ahead.
But still, I'll have some things that won't leave my mind for a single second, it is usually like that when the future is on someone's hands, not yours, and everything is like a clouded sky where the sun may shine or where the rain may fall. The return will be hard. Anyway, for now, let's focus on the trip! Hope to bring back some stories, as usual! If I don't write again you know how to find me: Call Widmore, or the dharma initiative, they'll know ahah ;)
segunda-feira, 10 de maio de 2010
quarta-feira, 5 de maio de 2010
Macramé wounds
Everything has an expiration date.
From chocolate bars, to yoghurts, a cereal box, but also an experience, a reality, a dream, even life.
Everything disappears eventually.
Sometimes when the expiration date has been reached there's no point in feeding ourselves from its content.
Well most of the times you can do it but what happens then?
If you eat bad food you will be intoxicated.
You'll be sick.
Imagine then how it is like when you consume an emotion that no longer exists.
You'll be eating a tasteless, dead, rotting feeling that for some reason vanished.
And trust me, if it has vanished, the reasons will exist, you may or may not want to see them and/or believe them, but there's no turning back.
It's true that you can still feed on those once true emotions, but then you'd be poisoning your body and soul, and for what reason?
You crave an emotion sickness?
We all know the consequences.
But I'll help you all, what do you do when the bread is hard and mouldy?
You throw it to garbage, right?
Well I do, and you should too.
But some think they can still have that piece of bread instead of going out with a supermarket list featuring a fresh one.
And so with the help of a knife they remove the mould and with the help of a toaster they bring some tenderness back to the crumb.
And this is how you fool yourself.
And the bread as well! (ok, this sounded funny to me! ahah)
I mean you will probably not enjoy it at all anyway and you'll probably be at home, in bed, for two or three days, thinking why on earth have you done so!
And the bread... well, it will feel desire and a narcissistic breeze over it's dead skin (and will work its revenge from your inside probably).
So just go and buy a new one, and remember that probably there will be a soft and tender piece of bread waiting for you in some supermarket shelf (and it won't cost that much anyway!).
It will be worth it.
Every piece of crumb.
And I hope that after this post you will all still eat bread and don't fear the attack of an evil, old, smelly, mouldy, hard piece of bread ahah ;)
From chocolate bars, to yoghurts, a cereal box, but also an experience, a reality, a dream, even life.
Everything disappears eventually.
Sometimes when the expiration date has been reached there's no point in feeding ourselves from its content.
Well most of the times you can do it but what happens then?
If you eat bad food you will be intoxicated.
You'll be sick.
Imagine then how it is like when you consume an emotion that no longer exists.
You'll be eating a tasteless, dead, rotting feeling that for some reason vanished.
And trust me, if it has vanished, the reasons will exist, you may or may not want to see them and/or believe them, but there's no turning back.
It's true that you can still feed on those once true emotions, but then you'd be poisoning your body and soul, and for what reason?
You crave an emotion sickness?
We all know the consequences.
But I'll help you all, what do you do when the bread is hard and mouldy?
You throw it to garbage, right?
Well I do, and you should too.
But some think they can still have that piece of bread instead of going out with a supermarket list featuring a fresh one.
And so with the help of a knife they remove the mould and with the help of a toaster they bring some tenderness back to the crumb.
And this is how you fool yourself.
And the bread as well! (ok, this sounded funny to me! ahah)
I mean you will probably not enjoy it at all anyway and you'll probably be at home, in bed, for two or three days, thinking why on earth have you done so!
And the bread... well, it will feel desire and a narcissistic breeze over it's dead skin (and will work its revenge from your inside probably).
So just go and buy a new one, and remember that probably there will be a soft and tender piece of bread waiting for you in some supermarket shelf (and it won't cost that much anyway!).
It will be worth it.
Every piece of crumb.
And I hope that after this post you will all still eat bread and don't fear the attack of an evil, old, smelly, mouldy, hard piece of bread ahah ;)
terça-feira, 4 de maio de 2010
Borrow
This was the music of the weekend, although it is 12 years old already! (It's by a portuguese band that no longer exists but they had something special in their songs back then.) And today is tuesday and I'm still singing it, so here's my homage to it.
You're never with me
you're never near me
What time is it?
What time?
Whose time is this?
Give yourself a chance to breathe
I'll give you the room you need
You're never here
You're never near here
What day is this?
What day?
Whose day is this?
Put me in your supermarket list
I'm here, I'm real, it's true, I do exist
Today you may feel a little sleepy
Maybe the morning is too soon
I guess I'll have to borrow
One of your sunny afternoons
But afternoons they never come
There's nothing left for me to borrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow
You're wasting me
You're breaking, you're wasting me
Can this be love?
Is this?
Whose love is this?
What is wrong with you?
I don't know
No place in you for me
And me, I need you so
And if you want to be by yourself
No one disturbing, that's alright
I guess I'll have to borrow
A little of yourself tonight
But tonight it never comes
There's nothing left for me to borrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow
It may seem a little hollow
But I'll try again tomorrow
There's nothing left for me to borrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow
You're never with me
you're never near me
What time is it?
What time?
Whose time is this?
Give yourself a chance to breathe
I'll give you the room you need
You're never here
You're never near here
What day is this?
What day?
Whose day is this?
Put me in your supermarket list
I'm here, I'm real, it's true, I do exist
Today you may feel a little sleepy
Maybe the morning is too soon
I guess I'll have to borrow
One of your sunny afternoons
But afternoons they never come
There's nothing left for me to borrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow
You're wasting me
You're breaking, you're wasting me
Can this be love?
Is this?
Whose love is this?
What is wrong with you?
I don't know
No place in you for me
And me, I need you so
And if you want to be by yourself
No one disturbing, that's alright
I guess I'll have to borrow
A little of yourself tonight
But tonight it never comes
There's nothing left for me to borrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow
It may seem a little hollow
But I'll try again tomorrow
There's nothing left for me to borrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow
segunda-feira, 3 de maio de 2010
One common destination
Sometimes life is... funny.
In a strange and scary way, but funny nevertheless.
How curious is it when every morning you enter the same bus, at the same stop, at the same time and there you have the same faces looking at you, some even with a smile.
Some of those faces even have a voice, they start to say hello, they nod goodbye, and sometimes when you meet them on the street they wave as if they know you.
However, those faces with voices must have a name, although I still don't know it.
So far so good, nothing out of the ordinary.
What makes me wonder is how and/or why when you are early or you are late, and you take a different bus, most of the faces are not recognizable, you enter a kingdom that is not yours, but, in the middle of the unknown there's always that smile that stalks you in an odd and yet arousing way no matter how late or soon you are.
Why do faces change but that one is always there?
Should I call the police?
Shall I not even care?
Tomorrow, when I enter the bus again, I will decide.
In a strange and scary way, but funny nevertheless.
How curious is it when every morning you enter the same bus, at the same stop, at the same time and there you have the same faces looking at you, some even with a smile.
Some of those faces even have a voice, they start to say hello, they nod goodbye, and sometimes when you meet them on the street they wave as if they know you.
However, those faces with voices must have a name, although I still don't know it.
So far so good, nothing out of the ordinary.
What makes me wonder is how and/or why when you are early or you are late, and you take a different bus, most of the faces are not recognizable, you enter a kingdom that is not yours, but, in the middle of the unknown there's always that smile that stalks you in an odd and yet arousing way no matter how late or soon you are.
Why do faces change but that one is always there?
Should I call the police?
Shall I not even care?
Tomorrow, when I enter the bus again, I will decide.
sábado, 1 de maio de 2010
Dracula's bride
This is an amazingly rare song from an amazingly rare band, this song was created in 1994 and is only on a limited edition EP that is unavailable since ever. I never knew how I got to know this song or this band, but I always knew there was a reason. And now I found it.
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She looks like a doll of dracula's bride,
Doesn't dare to say hello, wouldn't dare to say goodbye..
Couldn't care for the joys and don't stand for the lies,
Friends holding judges to look at the part...
But don't get close enough to be that on her mind
She can't get close enough, so they left with the tide...
Obviously, she'...s got it together so nicely
Obviously, a living legend that might not breathe here...
Except for her hair, she's slim figured and fair
And the neck you would lick only given the chance...
She's a cult porno queen in a mainstream romance
She's a dainty young lass, she's a bite on the head...
All mixed up in a view of you two in her bed
That she's a cult porno queen that's been pulled from this dream...
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She looks like a doll of dracula's bride,
Doesn't dare to say hello, wouldn't dare to say goodbye..
Couldn't care for the joys and don't stand for the lies,
Friends holding judges to look at the part...
But don't get close enough to be that on her mind
She can't get close enough, so they left with the tide...
Obviously, she'...s got it together so nicely
Obviously, a living legend that might not breathe here...
Except for her hair, she's slim figured and fair
And the neck you would lick only given the chance...
She's a cult porno queen in a mainstream romance
She's a dainty young lass, she's a bite on the head...
All mixed up in a view of you two in her bed
That she's a cult porno queen that's been pulled from this dream...
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