My good Deed

I tried to save a girl I truly loved
And didn't quite know how to help her
So now she's sleeping as her parents up above
Cry over things that they can't tell her

And when I did my good deed
I thought I'd feel unbroken gladness
But standing in the street alone
I just felt sinking sadness

Girl, your dad will not us bless
So hang up your veil and dress
Look at me and take one guess
Where this best-intentioned love will lead us

I once felt a feeling fully through
Though I knew I shouldn't feel it
Because to act on it I'd be a person
Who should be slapped into a straitjacket

So every time it comes around
I just let it die inside me
You said, "I only come around
Because I just need you to hide me"

So we knelt in those dead weeds
Sticks and sharp rocks cutting into our knees
And I thought that we would freeze
But there was just too much warm blood in our bodies

I'm not going to make you take the pills
Though you should really think about it
The fire by which we both were almost killed
Glowed so beautiful—don't doubt it

But we have to make a choice now
Can we glow without it?
There's a space I tried to fill
But I'm seeing now I never will
You fly around while I stand still
Until I slowly just get smaller and smaller

I tried to save a girl I truly loved
And I never would desert her
But we both found out that I was dreaming
Of the day I thoroughly could hurt her

And I saw myself inside her eyes
This shrinking would-be savior
Resented her for never needing him
And couldn't wait just to betray her

So we drove back to her place
From the temporary home that we had made
And I stepped back into the street
Feeling the fullest moment of my life
Slowly shrink away from me

Requiem for a dream

I know I'm a dreamer and a fighter, but sometimes I just ask myself: what for and why am I fighting, if some dreams are just... illusions?

Self portrait on a dark canvas

The story of a self portrait on a dark canvas

There was a beautiful little girl, pure and innocent, who believed in love stories, princes, happy endings, and true love.
There was a little girl, whose world was too big, but she was eager to know it, meet people and most important to be loved.
There was a little girl, who fell deeply in love and was loved back, and was promised that that was forever. She smiled feeling protected and with her own happy ending. The girl was happy and everything was good.
The girl grew, and she wasn't little anymore.
The happy ending turned into lies, games, treasons, pain and tears. And the true love she thought she had found wasn't what she expected. The girl ripped her heart, she cried and was alone again. She closed her heart but at least it didn't ache so much anymore.
There is a girl who created her own persona, strong, beautiful, unachievable, restless, sophisticated and always in control, but who forgets sometimes who she is and what she wants. There is a girl who built a fortress around her, surrounded by dragons and daemons.
There is a girl, who, even without meaning to, hurts everyone who comes close. A girl who still wants to believe in love stories, princes, happy endings and true love, but who is afraid to be hurt again, and doesn't know how to let anyone get close anymore. The girl has her heart locked, and doesn't know if she wants the key to be found.
There is a girl who is writing this story, and only she can write its ending.

Nature boy

There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy
And sad of eye
But very wise
Was he

And then one day
A magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things, fools and kings
This he said to me
"The greatest thing
You'll ever learn
Is just to love
And be loved
In return"

Um Pai-nosso africano para o natal

Feliz Natal!!!!

Ring of fire

Love is a burning thing
and it makes a firery ring
bound by wild desire
I fell in to a ring of fire...

I fell in to a burning ring of fire
I went down,down,down
and the flames went higher.
And it burns,burns,burns
the ring of fire
the ring of fire.

The taste of love is sweet
when hearts like our's meet
I fell for you like a child
oh, but the fire went wild..

Plágio descarado

O ambiente dita que o momento é agora, mesmo que imperfeito!
Porque no final de contas... são os momentos imperfeitos, a dor partilhada, os sorrisos perdidos e ganhos, as lágrimas vertidas e os desabafos fora de tempo que aproximam as pessoas de chegarem à perfeição dos sentimentos.

Movimento Perpétuo

Eles não sabem que o sonho
é uma constante da vida
tão concreta e definida
como outra coisa qualquer,
como esta pedra cinzenta
em que me sento e descanso,
como este ribeiro manso
em serenos sobressaltos,
como estes pinheiros altos
que em verde e oiro se agitam,
como estas aves que gritam
em bebedeiras de azul.

eles não sabem que o sonho
é vinho, é espuma, é fermento,
bichinho álacre e sedento,
de focinho pontiagudo,
que fossa através de tudo
num perpétuo movimento.

Eles não sabem que o sonho
é tela, é cor, é pincel,
base, fuste, capitel,
arco em ogiva, vitral,
pináculo de catedral,
contraponto, sinfonia,
máscara grega, magia,
que é retorta de alquimista,
mapa do mundo distante,
rosa-dos-ventos, Infante,
caravela quinhentista,
que é cabo da Boa Esperança,
ouro, canela, marfim,
florete de espadachim,
bastidor, passo de dança,
Colombina e Arlequim,
passarola voadora,
pára-raios, locomotiva,
barco de proa festiva,
alto-forno, geradora,
cisão do átomo, radar,
ultra-som, televisão,
desembarque em foguetão
na superfície lunar.

Eles não sabem, nem sonham,
que o sonho comanda a vida,
que sempre que um homem sonha
o mundo pula e avança
como bola colorida
entre as mãos de uma criança.

Terror de te amar num sítio tão frágil como o mundo

Mal de te amar neste lugar de imperfeição
Onde tudo nos quebra e emudece
Onde tudo nos mente e nos separa

Sophia de Mello Breyner

Renascer

Que nenhuma estrela queime o teu perfil
Que nenhum deus se lembre do teu nome
Que nem o vento passe onde tu passas.

Para ti criarei um dia puro
Livre como o vento e repetido
Como o florir das ondas ordenadas.

Sophia de Mello Breyner

May I have the pleasure of this dance?

cuento

- Hola alsi!¿Qué tal estás?
- No te conozco
- Mejor. Estoy aquí sólo para ayudarte. - sigue dibujando
- ¿Cuál es tu mote, no entiendo el dibujo.
- Es un faro, para tu isla.
- ¿Eres farero?
- Pues sí.
- Quiero contarte un cuento lleno de ventajas.
- Me encanta. Gracias.
- La primera ventaja es cuando llega el final del cuento, no se acaba, sino que cae por un agujero...¡gssjfrsss!...y el cuento reaparece en mitad del cuento.
Ésta es la segunda ventaja, y la más grande, que desde aquí se le puede cambiar el rumbo. Si tú me dejas. ¡Si me das tiempo!
- Todo el tiempo que tú quieras. ¡Sigue, por favor

phoenix

Now that I have found you, I won't let you go,
I don't care which daemons I need to face,
nor through which hells I shall travel.
I will come for you, now that my heart is clean and shining,
I shall face the dragons that hold you back,
Protect you from any harm, and heal any of your wounds.
Now that you reached my heart, I won't let you go

Divagações

Pensava que já não sentia nada. O mundo tinha-me feito imune a quase todas as emoções, e estava com quem me pudesse acompanhar: bastava uma lista de qualidades, alguns defeitos suportáveis e um pouco de jogo (que o jogo faz sempre bem ao ego), e ia tendo pessoas ao meu lado.
Pouco a pouco, comecei a sentir o vazio. Quem já amou uma vez, por muito que tente, nunca consegue ignorar que o mundo perdeu cor.
Refugiei-me no ego, fazendo conquistas e largando-as, sem remorços, só aventuras que me faziam sorrir e, por instantes, pareciam saciar esta minha sede. Tudo eram máscaras, ilusões e jogos. Que me lavavam as mão de qualquer culpa, e desproviam-me de sentimentos. A adrenalina e a libido, podem ser poderosas companheiras.
Sem querer, sem planos, apareceu uma mulher. Poderia imaginar mil e um nomes para ela, anjo, salvadora, rainha, princesa. Mas não, era uma mulher de carne e osso, que tal como eu, já sentia impossível o amor, mas que estava disposta a lutar pelo que queria.
Os nossos mundos eram totalmente separados mas não conseguíamos deixar de sentir a presença forte do outro mesmo quando estávamos sozinhos. Completavamos muitas dúvidas, complementando um ao outro e finalizando o que poderia ser uma obra de arte. Quando estávamos juntos, nada mais no mundo importava, e não havia outro sítio para chamar "home".

Eu confuso, no que ouvia, intimidado por ter alguém que entrava assim na minha vida confortável e solitária, e com uma bagagem que insistia em não largar. Defendi-me a não a deixei entrar. Inclusive fiz o que mais me envergonho, magoei-a, e quando mais precisou de mim, não estive lá a apoiar-la. Na minha cobardia de me comprometer, e perder tudo aquilo que me faz estar sempre em absoluto controlo, perdi-a.
Na minha infantilidade, falhei o mais óbvio, "que o essencial é invisível aos olhos", e que tive aí o que poderia ter sido o melhor da minha vida.

Pelo menos, o sol hoje brilha e as férias vêm aí.

sometimes love comes too late

...

Something has changed within me,
Something is not the same,
It's time to trust my intincts,
Close my eyes,
and leap...

bittersweet love

All the shadows, secrets and lifes worn apart
burned the bridges to what we once have been.
Feeelings that still live inside,
urge to call and to tease a burning heart.
The innocent love that lives within,
undresses all the masks, acts and pride:
all is raw, all hurts, all misleads to a fake happiness

Rilke

And the last perhaps will not return
and knows me not although I burn.
Ah the trees overhang glowingly
and I feel no one feeling me

Descartáveis

É incrível ver o frágeis que somos, e a facilidade com que, aqueles que mais nos afectam no dia a dia, conseguem puxar o tapete e destruir o nosso passado e futuro.

White peace

Coming back

Matéria de nada nascida entre as nuvens,
Com força e poder para criar... para destruir.
Perdida entre as ideias e o desejo

Closure

When everything is just a click away, it seems we try to stand back from everyone who gets close

El equilibrio es imposible

Confía en mí
nunca has soñado
poder gritar
y te enfureces
es horrible el miedo incontenible

Entonces ven
dame un pedazo
no te conozco cuando dices
qué felices qué caras más tristes...
qué caras mas tristes...

Ella sabe y presiente
que algo ha cambiado
¿donde estás?
no te veo es mejor ya lo entiendo
ahora ya no me lamento
no sigo detrás
¿para qué?
si cada vez que vienes me convences
me abrazas y me hablas de los dos...
y yo siento que no voy
que el equilibrio es imposible
cuando vienes
y me hablas de nosotros dos
no te diré que no
yo te sigo
porque creo que en el fondo hay algo...

Ella no me imagina
cazando en los bares
viviendo deprisa
para qué para qué
cada vez que vienes me convences
me abrazas y me hablas de los dos...
y yo siento que no voy
que el equilibrio es imposible
cuando vienes y me hablas de nosotros dos
no te diré que no
yo te sigo porque creo que en el fondo hay algo...

Entonces ven
dame un abrazo no te conozco cuando dices
qué felices qué caras más tristes...
qué caras más tristes...

Aeroporto

"Olá -------, o seu voo parece estar a horas..."

When people start calling you by your first name at the airport, you know you´re spending too much time there...

Jorge Palma

Tira a mão do queixo, não penses mais nisso
O que lá vai já deu o que tinha a dar
Quem ganhou, ganhou e usou-se disso
Quem perdeu há-de ter mais cartas para dar
E enquanto alguns fazem figura
Outros sucumbem à batota
Chega aonde tu quiseres
Mas goza bem a tua rota

Enquanto houver estrada para andar
A gente vai continuar
Enquanto houver estrada para andar
Enquanto houver ventos e mar
A gente não vai parar
Enquanto houver ventos e mar

Todos nós pagamos por tudo o que usamos
O sistema é antigo e não poupa ninguém, não
Somos todos escravos do que precisamos
Reduz as necessidades se queres passar bem
Que a dependência é uma besta
Que dá cabo do desejo
E a liberdade é uma maluca
Que sabe quanto vale um beijo

Enquanto houver estrada para andar
A gente vai continuar
Enquanto houver estrada para andar
Enquanto houver ventos e mar
A gente não vai parar
Enquanto houver ventos e mar

Enquanto houver estrada para andar
A gente vai continuar
Enquanto houver estrada para andar
Enquanto houver ventos e mar
A gente não vai parar
Enquanto houver ventos e mar

"Para que ela tivesse um pescoço tão fino,
Para que os seus pulsos tivessem um quebrar de caule,
Para que os seus olhos fossem tão frontais e limpos,
Para que a sua espinha fosse tão direita,
E ela usasse a cabeça tão erguida
Com uma tão simples claridade sobre a testa
Foram necessárias sucessivas gerações de escravos,
De corpo dobrado e grossas mãos pacientes
Servindo sucessivas gerações de príncipes,
Ainda um pouco toscos e grosseiros
Ávidos cruéis e fraudulentos.
Foi um imenso desperdiçar de gente
Para que ela fosse aquela perfeição
Solitária exilada sem destino."

in Retrato de uma princesa desconhecida,
Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen

Um clássico

Round Here

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
Where no one notices the contrast of white on white
And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again
Where? I dont know
Maria says shes dying through the door
I hear her crying
Why? I dont know

Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates

Maria came from nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said shed like to meet a boy who looks like elvis
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like shes walking on a wire in the circus
She parks her car outside of my house
Takes her clothes off
Says shes close to understanding jesus
She knows shes more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when shes nervous

Round here were carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
Round here shes slipping through my hands

Sleeping children better run like the wind
Out of the lightning dream
Mamas little baby better get herself in
Out of the lightning

She says its only in my head
She says shhh I know its only in my head
But the girl on car in the parking lot says
man you should try to take a shot
Cant you see my walls are crumbling?
Then she looks up at the building and says shes thinking of jumping
She says shes tired of life she must be tired of something

Round here shes always on my mind
Round here hey man got lots of time
Round here were never sent to bed early
And nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late
I cant see nothing, nothing round here
Catch me if Im falling

La Lune

"Once upon a time, a king gave a feast. And there came the most beautiful princesses of the realm. Now, a soldier, who was standing guard, saw the king's daughter go by. She was the most beautiful one, and he immediately fell in love with her. But what could a poor soldier do when it came to the daughter of the king?
Well, finally, one day, he managed to meet her, and he told her that he could no longer live without her. The princess was so impressed by his strong feelings that she said to the soldier: "If you can wait 100 days and 100 nights under my balcony, then at the end of it, I shall be yours."
Damn! The soldier immediately went there and waited one day. And two days. And ten. And then twenty. And every evening, the princess looked out of her window, but he never moved. During rain, during wind, during snow, he was always there. The bird shat on his head, and the bees stung him, but he didn't budge.
After ninety nights, he had become all dried up, all white, and the tears streamed from his eyes. He couldn't hold them back. He no longer had the strength to sleep. All that time, the princess watched him. And on the 99th night, with the moon high and full in the sky, the soldier was standing watching the balcony... what do you think happened?
- I don't know! - cried the boy eager to hear the end of the tale - the princess came to meet him and they lived happily ever after?
- Well, no one is quite sure exactly what happened - the old man said. - You got to remember that in one more night, the princess would have been his. Forever. And all his dreams would have come true. However, instead of that, the soldier stood up, took his chair, and went away...
- Why? where did he go? - shouted the boy outraged,
- No ever knew what happened to soldier, why he went away, nor where did he go.
Some believe that he realized that she could not possibly have kept her promise. That would have been terrible! He would have died. This way, however, at least for 99 days, he was living under the illusion that she was there, waiting for him. Others say he became disillusioned with a princess who could set the task and watch coldly while it nearly destroyed him.
No matter what was the reason, the princess was heartbroken and didn't accept anyone to wed. Princes came from all over the world to see her. Offering all the riches and dreams anyone could think of. But one by one, she'd sent them away, in the hope that her soldier would be back by the balcony. Her father sent out messengers throughout the entire kingdom and beyond. He used scouts, priests and even sorcery to try to find him. But it was all in vain, it was as he never was: he'd vanished.
The princess eventually died of grief. The all kingdom wept. The bells of the churches tolled a silent tune, children didn't laugh for days, and the land mourned the death of its beautiful princess.
Some say that if you look closely at the moon, on those nights when it’s completely full, you can the see the figure of a princess, looking down as if searching for a lost soldier"

poetas de Constância

Só agradeço o que peço e nunca o que mereço...
A razão está nisto: só consigo ver a beleza se a conquisto.

One more time

Another sleepless night, another day of my life lost
The darkness engulfs my spirit,
and it's hard to keep even the bluest flames burning

Seeking inspiration...

Oh, for a muse of fire that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention!
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act,
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,
Assume the port of Mars, and at his heels,
Leashed in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire
Crouch for employment.

But pardon, gentles all,
The flat unraisèd spirits that hath dared
On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth
So great an object. Can this cockpit hold
The vasty fields of France? Or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casques
That did affright the air at Agincourt?
O pardon, since a crookèd figure may
Attest in little place a million,
And let us, ciphers to this great account,
On your imaginary forces work.

Suppose within the girdle of these walls
Are now confined two mighty monarchies
Whose high uprearèd and abutting fronts
The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder.
Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts.
Into a thousand parts divide one man,
And make imaginary puissance.
Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them
Printing their proud hoofs i' th' receiving earth,
For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings,
Carry them here and there, jumping o'er times,
Turning th' accomplishment of many years
Into an hour-glass; for the which supply,

Admit me chorus to this history;
Who, prologue-like, your humble patience pray
Gently to hear, kindly to judge our play
in Henry V

Calvin (2)

Diamonds on the sole of her shoes

Ripples from the Wild

"happiness is only real when shared"

Calvin

Truth

And everyday we come back for more: the magic, the sun water and fire or just a smile, a presence, a voice. Anything that helps us hold together, and allows to believe in dreams, to believe in something bigger and our role in it.

We're all so different yet so much the same, and we can be so good together... After all, isn't a flower bed much prettier than a single rose? Isn't the nightsky so more powerful that a single light?

Wanderers of our own fate, masters of our own choices, only the magic and the children inside us, may take us to be truly free: only when we find ourselves in all the others at our side, but always unique, and always with something more to give, may we really set our ground right and bloom

Vertigem do trapézio

Na corda bamba. Já não há rede, e os olhos estão postos em frente.

Letting go

The time has come, when nothing makes sense anymore:
Any more words, and they'll be too much,
Any more acts, and they'll be too little.
Everything that ever was, belongs to past.
The future is my new goal,
To follow a shining wish, not tainted by fear nor regret,
To start a new road, following the map where our eyes met.
No more dwelling on feelings that are not there,
No more heart on fires we don't share.
To history, I bid farewell. The door is closed. Goodbye

Marcas

There is no future
There is no past...
Thank God this moment 's not the last:
There's only us
There's only this
Forget regret
Or life is yours to miss
No other road
No other way
No day but today

From "Rent"

Desabafo

Cada vez mais me sinto fora do baralho. Adoro Portugal, mas o pessimismo exagerado, a falta de compromissos, a inexistência de brio profissional e a incapacidade para seguir os próprios sonhos e levar as capacidades ao limite, desiludem-me bastante...
Acredito que quase todos os nossos sonhos estão ao nosso alcance. A sério, não é nenhuma frase feita, acredito que todos têm essa capacidade. Agora, isso não é fácil, nem deve ser. Como disse Randy Pausch, "quando seguimos os nossos sonhos, aparecem dificuldades para testar-nos, e se não chegámos lá, provavelmente não tentámos o suficiente...". Por outro lado, pelo menos para mim, é muito melhor tentar com a consciência tranquila que se deu o máximo, do que nunca tentar ou tentar a medo. E a passagem de sonho a frustração/cinismo é muito rápida.

Vejo demasiada gente, isto é amigos em Portugal, que tiveram demasiada pressa para crescer e que deixaram de sonhar...

Bob

How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Changes

"A change of heart, a change of plan must surely be the way. Get off the ground - you're heaven-bound! And if you like it when you're there you'll be allowed to stay. "This is the way it has to be", the wisemen wisely said. So we believed, but some did not. And though we never knew, the wisemen, wisely had them shot."

Soa demasiado ao sítio onde trabalho...

O começo de tudo

Ontem, o CERN foi concluído. Um projecto de paz de mais de 20 anos com milhares de cientistas do mundo inteiro, culminou na maior [e mais cara] experiência científica da Humanidade.
O objectivo: recriar o princípio do universo, os primeiros bilionésimos de segundo de existência (bilionésimos só para simplificar). Quando confrontados com a pergunta óbvia (para quê??), os cientistas [depois de muito jargão que quase ninguém percebe] explicam que no princípio embora com temperaturas muito mais altas e num "grande estrondo", tudo era mais simples, mais puro e compreensível, que foi o tempo que criou as complexidades.

Não podia deixar de homenagear o sonho e o feito destes homens e mulheres que tentam voltar ao início.

nine eleven

Há 7 anos, um sonho foi atacado. Milhares de pessoas morreram. Quem pensava que estava seguro, que não havia nunca razões para ter medo, foi ferido. Ainda hoje, as pessoas que conheci e que viveram esse pesadelo, perdem o brilho dos olhos, sentem-se vulneráveis e contam o desespero que viveram nesse dia: os amigos que não encontravam [e que muitos não voltaram a ver], a sensação de impotência de ser atacado pelo desconhecido e o medo... 7 anos mais tarde, o mundo continua a não ser um lugar seguro, e as cicatrizes desse ataque ainda não sararam.

Onde Tudo Começa

O momento antes de nascer,
protegidos no amor sem passado,
sem futuro, tudo ainda é ilusão.
O momento antes de sair, antes de gritar, viajar, saltar.
O início da viagem, o depois da chegada.
Lugar onde as intenções são puras,
Os sentimentos novos
O futuro, sonhos; e o passado não tem mágoas.
Lentamente fugimos, procurando esse lugar onde já estivemos
Onde já amámos sem condições nem regras
Onde só há verdade, côr e música.
Esse lugar universal e único
Onde tudo começa

regresso

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