be perfect

Well I want you to understand somethin': To me, being perfect is not about a scoreboard to show around. It's not about winning and having it all.

It's about you and your relationship to yourself and your family and your friends.

Being perfect is about being able to look your friends in the eye and know that you didn't let them down, because you told them and you lived in the truth. And that truth is that you did everything that you could. There wasn't one more thing that you could've done.

Can you live in that moment, as best you can, with clear eyes and love in your heart? With joy in your heart? If you can do that, then you're perfect.

Neruda

No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.
Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.
Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,
sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.

Falling Down

The adventures of an ordinary man at war with the everyday world.

E se imitasse o Michael Douglas e fosse ao McDonalds, de bazuka na mão, ou simplesmente entrar no escritório dos meus clientes e rebentar com tudo?... humm... tempting....
e ainda dizem que tenho mau feitio....

shattered glass

the world is unfair and ugly,
hearts get torn,
you chase dreams and leave all behind,
to find you don't want them.
promises are left to keep,
people will let you down,
you'll hide from yourself,
your place in the world,
your future and your happiness
'cause you can't let the past to rest
feelings will come and go,
people will come and go.
you'll seek strength in pride
and in games you control,
only to loose yourself inside
and become someone you don't know.
But, happiness will always lay in front you,
and at the reach of your heart.
if you're willing to take it:
change from within,
accept who you are,
and not what you missed,
be true to yourself,
believe that you don't need all the answers,
nor a meticulously drawn plan,
to travel your own path,
but selfless love, friendship and truth
and you'll reach way beyond your dreams:
you'll have the power to change the world,
the power to heal the others,
yourself and your past,
and even mend a shattered glass.

fisioterapia

...there's nothing like an hour of tourture on a monday morning to start the week...
3 weeks without being able to train... bummer...

sem resposta

questions they tear my head apart
answers somewhere beyond my reach
awaking a long sleeping heart
questions rise again arousing the doubts:
was it all but a dream,
was it magic gone to waste,
was it all worth it,
was it an illusion gone in haste
how could it be good,
when it ached so much
how could it be true,
if you're not even here to touch,
will I ever be back in control,
will I ever see you again,
will I ever touch your heart,
and get sunlight out of pouring rain.

hero

The Hero travels the world by himself, focused on his quests, he seeks the tracks that were once forgotten [or that common people just don’t care] which will take him to the most amazing treasures. Oblivious to all the dangers, he travels night and day, fighting wars, saving the innocent that pass on his way, and leaving a trail of admiration, hope, hate and envy wherever he goes.

You’ll only recognize a Hero either when he’s in action [that’s the easiest]: he’ll be in the middle of everything fighting to get things right, unmindful of the harm and perils that hit him, focused on getting to his goal while protecting the innocent. The other way to recognize the Hero, [and this is the hardest], is when he is in the planning or resting phase [for even heroes need to rest]. The Hero is always discreet [it’s easier to see the troubles coming or to fight an unprepared enemy when you’re not drawing the attention to yourself], he is always attentive of his surroundings [he needs to know what he can rely on, where he can go and what he can use], and he won’t talk much [at least not until he fully understands where people come from and what are their intentions], but his eyes will be deep, probing everything around and your soul until he finds what he’s looking for.

The Hero is well familiar with Fear, he knows that the greatest trap of all, is letting fear feed on itself, until it destroys someone completely. He takes his own fears, as warning signs or alerts to improve himself, and faces them with full power, intelligence and strength, because he knows that Fear is afraid of the ones who face it.

If you’re not close to him, never think that the Hero is weak, that may be your last mistake. It’s all part of his guile. He’ll take advantage of your ignorance, appear weaker than he is, and let you believe you’re so much better, so that when he strikes, even though it is right in front of your eyes, you don’t even see where he is coming from.

Some say that the Hero does not have friends and that he doesn’t love. That is not true. All people he lets come close, are for a reason, a season or a lifetime. The latter ones are the ones he truly loves; he carries them very close to the heart and whatever happens he never lets them go. He’ll protect them, make sure they get what they need to become better, stronger and happier, even if it hurts him or if it kills him in the attempt. The other ones, we’ll leave them behind, saving but good memories of the adventures spent together.

As with all extremists, the Hero has a very dark side and moments [it’s all part of the great equilibrium of life], the major difference is that the Hero will keep this hidden, facing completely alone his daemons. He will try at great lengths, to conceal this. Not only not to show any signs of weakness but also not to hurt anyone, especially those he cares about. He may sometimes let someone very close to aid him, this will be someone whose passion is so great, that he trusts his life with. This is when the Hero is most vulnerable.

Although he may appear detached to the world, the Hero’s passion is so great, that he feels it all. Conquests, treasures, new discoveries, wars, injustices, defeats and love, are his drivers through life. He’ll be always fighting to get them or against them [he is extremely suspicious of what is given to him for free]. He is not sure where he’ll find happiness or peace of mind, as it is in the fighting that he knows himself.

Some say that the Hero only stops either dying in an ultimate quest or once he finds true love. Because at the end, the only thing a Hero really fears, is forgetfulness: he is not afraid of dying, as long as his name endures in the tales and deeds that he leaves behind.
That’s why true love can also be the ultimate quest: the Hero considers that to be with someone who, not only he loves with all his heart, but that also is able to give him all the excitement and life that he feels in his quests, will let his name endure for generations to come.

don’t worry, 2009 can only get better

yesterday was officially the “most depressing” day of the year, Psychologists say. The finding is based on a mathematical formula, taking into account six factors: weather, debt, time since Christmas, time since failing new year's resolutions, low motivational levels and the feeling of a need to take action. We could also add the credit crunch, yesterday’s torrential rain (...), lack of daylight (...) But the good news is “Blue Monday” has passed

from J.P. Morgan Research team

silence

sometimes it's me who needs you, but you're never there

serenade*

So sweet the hour, so calm the time,
I feel it more than half a crime,
When Nature sleeps and stars are mute,
To mar the silence ev'n with lute.
At rest on ocean's brilliant dyes
An image of Elysium lies:
Seven Pleiades entranced in Heaven,
Form in the deep another seven:
Endymion nodding from above
Sees in the sea a second love.
Within the valleys dim and brown,
And on the spectral mountain's crown,
The wearied light is dying down,
And earth, and stars, and sea, and sky
Are redolent of sleep, as I
Am redolent of thee and thine
Enthralling love, my Adeline.
But list, O list,- so soft and low
Thy lover's voice tonight shall flow,
That, scarce awake, thy soul shall deem
My words the music of a dream.
Thus, while no single sound too rude
Upon thy slumber shall intrude,
Our thoughts, our souls- O God above!
In every deed shall mingle, love.

* tribute to the 200th anniversary of Edgar Allan Poe