And I deprive myself from words, because words would never be enough to express how I feel.

We are each on our own journey. Each of us are on our very own adventure, encountering all kinds of challenges. The choices we make on that adventure will shape us as we go: those choices will stretch us and test us and push us to our limit, and our adventure will make us stronger than we ever knew we could be.

Find a place inside where there is joy, and the joy will take the pain away

Surprise visit to the office!

Up until a certain point I was taking the message of the video as:

"FORGET VALENTINE'S DAY AND YOU SHALL BE IMMENSELY REWARDED !"

Anyhow, loved the lingerie and of course the trench coat act is a classic that would please any guy on the face of this planet!

Shimbalaiê

I miss the sea!

devaneio

A cena repete-se dia após dia: Sinto me chateado, incomodado, não me consigo sentar quieto 2 minutos e estudar é algo que requer sem dúvida mais concentração do que aquela que eu consigo reunir. Impaciente, carrego-me um passo a seguir ao outro pela sala em círculos.

Falta-me alguma coisa... Será que me esqueci de algo? Não, tenho tudo de que preciso nos bolsos... ... ...mas falta-me qualquer coisa, que sensação desconfortável! Pergunto-me: "Como faço para que pare?" Preciso de um pouco de descanso desta sensação que me faz andar miserável a toda a hora, mesmo se por breves momentos finjo que me esqueço e deixo que ou outro sorrisos escapem.

E assim me vou tentando distrair, vou tomar um banho, vou até à janela espreitar... faço qualquer coisa para petiscar, e enquanto arrefece, vou à janela espreitar... Decido arrumar um pouco a casa, mas rapidamente me distraio e acabo mais uma vez à janela, a espreitar. Estou feito uma velha daquelas que até uma almofadinha têm no parapeito para que a cusquice se torne mais confortável.

Mas eu não sou cusco. Aliás, eu espreito na janela sem qualquer interesse sobre o que do lado de fora se vai passando. Olho mas não vejo, suspiro e conformo-me.

Pay attention!

It seems like just another brain... but is it?

What do you see?!

We're caught in a trap
And I can't walk out until
I collect the missing clues
It's you, it's you
And I worked to make it work
And I let myself get hurt
And kept sinking deep in you

All of my friends keep telling me that
"There's nothing to it"
But if this is love, it ain't enough
And I can't go through with it can't
keep it up
We're at the party, they're playing the songs
And we're right here
But we never get to dance

We just sit and stare

You won't love me when I'm older
You only settle for the thrill
And while you sit there drinking water
"You cruel, careless man"
I'm trying hard to swim

I've sorted it out
Like they say "you know...lo_ove bu_urns
Like most good things do"
But then it's you
It's you on my window, it's you on hallway
It's you on the rearview mirror talking
It's you on the radio in all the songs we've been through

You won't love me when I'm older
You only settle for the thrill
And while you sit there drinking water
"You cruel, careless man"
I'm trying hard to swim

You won't love me when I'm older
You just settle for the thrill
So go ahead and choke on water
"You cruel, careless man"
You will end where I begin

Where is the global warming?!?!

It is so cold here, that when I go out into the street tears come out of my eyes (some strange reaction to the cold and wind). And then, the water in my eyes partially freezes and I can not see a damn thing!

I was definitely not made to live in a freezer!

People speak about global warming... they want to stop it! WHY?!?!? It is still not warm enough!

Northern Star - Where were you all this time?

What are you supposed to do when you realize that the person who should know you best, seems not to know you at all?

I thought the whole point of LOVE from a "nature" point of view was to make sure that a couple gets to know each other in an absurd way. As if there was an actual physical instinct drawing one to know one another, as if knowing each other was in fact the tool that allows for mutual understanding.

Oh, how amazing would that be...! Having someone who knows you well enough to know when you are lying or actually saying the truth, someone who knows and cares about you enough to anticipate your every move, and be the one there expecting you with the champagne in her hands, or waiting to catch you when you fall...

Someone to whom you don't need to be constantly reminding who you are - your northern star -  the reference point that shows you your way even when you get completely lost.

I am ashamed... I was a fool, I was naive and I was stupid! I thought there was a northern star up there in the sky guiding me. I thought this, because I believed, I had a great deal of faith to which I held on to even when the lack of evidence presented itself in front of my eyes... But the fact is that she was never there for me, she never understood me, she never truly believed in me... why then, should I believe in her?

What's the point...

I don't want people to think I lack depth - Dark Side

I can have a dark side
If you want me to
I can have a dark side
I can develop my brooding potential
If pain’s what you want in a man
Pain I can do
I can have a dark side too
I can have a dark side

I called my girlfriend up on the phone
I said, “Hey girlfriend what’s going wrong?”
She said, “I’m breaking it off with you
“I feel as if the magic has gone”
I said, “Hey baby what’re you talking about?
“I thought that everything was just fine”
She said, “That’s exactly my point
“I just get so annoyed how you’re so happy all the time
“I need somebody deeper than you
“Someone with a little third-dimension”

I said,
I can have a dark side
If you want me to
I can have a dark side
I can develop my brooding potential
If pain’s what you want in a man
Pain I can do
I can have a dark side too
I can have a dark side

I wrote a letter to Mr Sony
I said, “Hey Sony what’s going down?
“I’ve got a record and I reckon it’s wicked
“And I think you should s-spread it around”
He said, “Hey Tim, I quite like your work
“It’s clever and quirky
“But I promise you this
“You could be clever as Voltaire
“But it won’t get you nowhere
“If you wanna sell discs
“Clever never made no one rich
“It doesn’t appeal to the teenage market
“The teenage market!”

I said,
I can have a dark side
If you want me to
I can have a dark side
I can reveal my tortured internals
If pain’s what you want in an act
Pain I can do
I can have a dark side too
I can have a dark side

Daddy never came to my ball games
Where are you daddy?
Daddy never came to my ball games
He never loved me

I,
I can have a dark side
If you want me to

I Just Had Sex :)

Funny, Happy song! Plus it has Blake Lively on the videoclip :p

Your gravity

Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.
No matter what I say or do I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone.

You hold me without touch.
You keep me without chains.
I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.

Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.
Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be.
But you're on to me and all over me.

You loved me 'cause I'm fragile.
When I thought that I was strong.
But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strength is gone.

Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.
Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be.
But you're on to me and all over me.

I live here on my knees as I try to make you see that 

you're everything I think I need here on the ground.
But you're neither friend nor foe though I can't seem to let you go.
The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me down

You are on to me, on to me and all over...

Something always takes me back to you.
It never takes too long...

Who's Your Favourite?

When you express yourself truthfully...

...and yet the other person responds with a sarcastic "How Original!"

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- Look, the biggest truths aren't original. Truth is ketchup, truth is a broken glass on the floor or a melting candle after a too long of a wait, its job isn't to blow our minds it is to be within reach. That truthfulness within the simple things, that at some point we learn to take for certain, brings consistency. And that is the only base upon which you can build, for better or for worse. Base your reasoning in truth and there shall be no such thing as problems, only situations.

Liked it so much I had to post it as a video!

The gift that keeps on giving!

Its like a teenage dream

Loud in my speakers!

A candle, paper and a pen.

It is hard for me to go away from this topic. I feel like writing so I sit on the chair and cross my leg in the usual fashion.

With the blank white sheet of paper in front of me and the blue pen in my right I envision what might my words be today.

As I briefly go through my thoughts, I find anger, I find frustration, I find regret, stubbornness and pride. The sadness that one I feel it in my chest , as the pains come and go while the days go by. Notorious how we can feel physical pain from a sadness we carry within our consciousness.

And so I light a candle, to calm me down wile I wait. I state at the fire and the melting wax, waiting for all these things to go away. As the fumes of the candle spread through the air, I stay very still as if hoping for a relief that seems will never come.

I sit there for as long as it takes, I remember and I wonder. I loose myself in this live dream wishing things that not even angels could hope for. I cry, though at times I laugh as well too.

Like the candle in each time I light it to make me company while I wait, I melt. I assume this odd shapes struggling as I am consumed by this flame I have burning inside me, until there is nothing left of me to burn.

About love

I found this text in a blog here, though it is written in Portuguese. Given the distinct nature of the two languages it is hard to make a perfect translation that will pass along exactly the same feeling. Still, this is such a great text that I thought it was worth the effort to share it here with all of you dear readers. So read the English version or if you are fortunate take a look at the portuguese version right down below.

The lovers of today prefer the lightest drug, the lightest tobacco or the coffee without caffein. No one wants any longer to get stoned on love or suffer from an overdose of passion. The strong emotions are weak and the own weaknesses reveal themselves stronger. The lovers, those, are equally committed with monotony and intimate friends of discipline. What is out of control causes them confusion, and affects a certain area of the brain,  though almost never touching their heart. Love should be dreamed and should make them fly; instead it is planed, and at most, makes them think.

Over love one can not have control. It is a feeling that dominates us, suffocates us and kills us. Afterwards it gives us a bit of life. In love we want to live, but little do we care if we die and we are always willing to go even further. We allow ourselves to fall in the hands of temptation, and we are not spared of the evil, though we are in the search of the good. In love we also have faith, but there are no prayers to be known: we love because we want, because we wish and because we know love exists. We love without knowing if we are loved back, and thus we might end desolated, isolated and depressed. Screw that! Love is not fair, it is not perfect; in love we don't declare verdicts or pronounce reports. Love prefers to be unpredictable, full of risk and crossed fire. In Love the arms don't cross, words don't ware off and gestures serve to demonstrate. Loving is also fighting ,and facing the fabulous monsters with the head of a lion, body of a goat and tail of a dragon. It is an illusion, a dream, an absurd and a fantasy. Love can not be understood, can not be interpreted can not be discerned or translated. Those who love believe, and nobody knows very well why, or very much what, let along how.

Os amantes de hoje preferem a droga mais leve, o tabaco mais light ou o café descafeinado. Já ninguém quer ficar pedrado de amor ou sofrer de uma overdose de paixão. As emoções fortes são fracas e as próprias fraquezas revelam-se mais fortes. Os amantes, esses, são igualmente namorados da monotonia e amigos íntimos da disciplina. O que está fora de controlo causa-lhes confusão, e afecta-lhes uma certa zona do cérebro, mas quase nunca lhes toca o coração. O amor devia ser sonhado e devia fazê-los voar; em vez disso é planeado, e quanto muito, fá-los pensar.

Sobre o amor não se tem controlo. É um sentimento que nos domina, que nos sufoca e que nos mata. Depois dá-nos um pouco vida. No amor queremos viver, mas pouco nos importa morrer e estamos sempre dispostos a ir mais além. Deixamo-nos cair em tentação, e não nos livramos do mal, embora procuremos o bem. No amor também se tem fé, mas não se conhecem orações: amamos porque cremos, porque desejamos e porque sabemos que o amor existe. Amamos sem saber se somos amados, e por isso podemos acabar desolados, isolados e deprimidos. Que se lixe! O amor não é justo, não é perfeito; no amor não se declaram sentenças nem se proferem comunicados. O amor prefere ser imprevisível, cheio de riscos e de fogo cruzado. No amor os braços não se cruzam, as palavras não se gastam e os gestos servem para o demonstrar. Amar também é lutar, e enfrentar monstros fabulosos com cabeça de leão, corpo de cabra e cauda de dragão. É uma ilusão, um sonho, um absurdo e uma fantasia. O amor não se entende, não se interpreta, não se discerne nem se traduz. Quem ama acredita, mas não sabe bem porquê, não sabe bem o quê, nem percebe bem como.

Texto retirado daqui. 
I take my hat of to the author!

Lessons from the battlefield # 2

To be gracious in victory. That means being able to, at times, win in silence. Means no bragging, no looking for the motivational and inspiring words of those congratulating us for our great achievement.

To have the strength not to need to be fueled by the recognition of others. Ultimately victory always shows, when others can no longer chose to ignore it, or when it falls upon them like dawn. Hence to be gracious in victory one must be patient in battle.

I fell like saying something...

I start one sentence after another. I write, I delete, I write and I delete once again. I delete because what I write ends up always carrying some of the inevitable weight of the sadness I still have inside me. I am sick of that sadness, I am sick of this endless cycle of tears and permanent state of lethargy in which I find myself stuck in.

And then this music came along in the iTunes shuffle lottery! It is brilliant, I beg you to listed.

You say my dreams, they make you worry

I'm wishing things that are too far for us to hope

You pull me close and whisper softly

How much you love me and I hold you right back

You say my dreams, they make you wonder

I'm wishing things not even angels could hope for

And you're afraid I'll become a drifter

Away from whatever became of our love

But baby, when I dream

I do get lost in it

I fall into the places you refuse to see

And they're beautiful and free

Oh, when I dream, my heart, it goes on fire

And I don't want to hide it

How could you deny it?

It's just a dream

Underneath this stillness

I swim a troubled sea

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Yeee!