you can see a million miles tonight, but you can't het very far

well, there's a piece of maria in every song that i sing
and the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings
and there is always one last light to turn out and one last bell to ring
and the last one out of the circus has to lock up everything

looking for a way... [out]

..the problem with this place, is that it's killing my ability to dream [...and write]

perspectives

So I was sitting there in the bar, and this guy came up to me and said: “my life stinks”, and I saw his gold credit card and the way he was looking up at people across the room, and I looked at his face, and you know quite a good looking face, and I just said “dude, your perspective on life sucks…”

haste

when i get older,
they'll call me freedom,
just like a waving flag...
no way he goes back,
[no], no way he goes back

silence

volverá, seguro que volverá...

desesperándome te he buscado en mis sueños,
y ahogándome volverá.
seguro que volverá...

dreams are like gypsy curses [and hearts]...

... they're only real if you [truly] believe in them

banksy

a lot of people never use their initiative because no-one told them to

sleeping lisbon

almas vencidas
noites perdidas
sombras bizarras
na mourari
canta um rufia
choram guitarras
amor, ciúme
cinzas e lume
dor e pecado
tudo isto existe
tudo isto é triste
tudo isto é fado

one night

one night to be confused
one night to speed up [a] truth
we had a promise made
four hands and then away

both under influence
we had [defined sense]
to know what to say
[my] mind is a razorblade

one night of magic rush
the start [and] a simple touch
one night to push and scream
and then relief

ten days of perfect tunes
the colours red and blue
we had a promise made
we were in love

[but] you, you knew the hands of the devil
and you, kept us awake with wolf teeth’s
sharing different heartbeats
in one night

to call for hands of above, to lean on
wouldn’t be good enough [for you?]
[but not] for me, no

the path

e onde a sorte há de te levar, saiba [que] o caminho é o fim, mais que chegar
e queira o dia ser, gentil a tua mão, aberta para quem é

looking for...

... enlightenment

dia mais frio do ano...

...e a caldeira não funciona

[estou muito mais contente...]

i've sent an SOS to the world...

... i hope that someone gets my message in a bottle

non sense

if you can master nonsense as well as you have already learned to master sense, then each will expose the other for what it is: absurdity. from that moment of illumination, a man begins to be free regardless of his surroundings. he becomes free to play order games and change them at will. he becomes free to play disorder games just for the hell of it. he becomes free to play neither or both. and as the master of his own games, he plays without fear, and therefore without frustration, and therefore with good will in his soul and love in his being

in Principia Discordia

e todos me perguntam porquê...

...a resposta é única: porque não me apetece

mil e uma noites (II)