sexta-feira, 30 de setembro de 2011


"Now I'm finding truth is a ruin
Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing
Staring into glassy eyes
There's a vintage thirst returning
But I'm sheltered by my channel-surfing
Every famine virtual


As the years go by...

segunda-feira, 26 de setembro de 2011


...Lighthouses guide us in the night, but their presence in a dream means that you are perhaps under threat, that you should be careful and especially beware of false promises. You are surrounded by danger, but luckily at least one person who can be trusted is watching over you....


...NO I AM NOT!!!


...depois da tempestade há sempre a bonança...

sábado, 24 de setembro de 2011


"Once again we lost
All control to lust
Once again we loved
And never got to end"

quinta-feira, 22 de setembro de 2011


"When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on
Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes

Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go, (hold on)
When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on

'Cause everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone

If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on

Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Everybody hurts. You are not alone"


...its the end!

And i feel fine...Obrigado!!


"Avalanche" of thoughts...



Dancing like a squid...

segunda-feira, 19 de setembro de 2011


O Medo

Ninguém me roubará algumas coisas,
nem acerca de elas saberei transigir;
um pequeno morto morre eternamente
em qualquer sítio de tudo isto.

É a sua morte que eu vivo eternamente
quem quer que eu seja e ele seja.
As minhas palavras voltam eternamente a essa morte
como, imóvel, ao coração de um fruto.

Serei capaz
de não ter medo de nada,
nem de algumas palavras juntas?

Manuel António Pina, in "Nenhum Sítio"

sábado, 17 de setembro de 2011


‎"People see rock and roll as, as youth culture, and when youth culture becomes monopolised by big business, what are the youth to do? Do you, do you have any idea? I think we should destroy the bogus capitalist process that is destroying youth culture." ~Thurston Moore


.....should we shout, should we scream


When i waved to you
Then you knew i was gone
You calmed down
There in the air
Where i can't move
I say
Just say to you
Goodbye my love

sexta-feira, 16 de setembro de 2011


Music for the 'Carbonated' mind.


Do I know you? Hope I am not wrong
Do you take your luck for granted?
Do you care if I go bald?
Did you find the world inverted?
Did you take disease for gold
[Would you care if I got bald?
Would you care yes or no?]


...Red light, panic, terror, error! (error!)


All we ever wanted was everything
All we ever got was cold
Get up, eat jelly
Sandwich bars, and barbed wire
Squash every week into a day

The sound of drums is calling
The sound of the drum has called
Flash of youth shoot out of darkness

Oh to be the cream

quinta-feira, 15 de setembro de 2011


There’s a cloud in my brain
Things don’t feel the same
And out there’s nowhere near
what it’s like in here

quarta-feira, 14 de setembro de 2011


Quando a nossa cara se gastar
E tivermos medo de arriscar
Parecemos putos
Não temos aulas amanhã!

segunda-feira, 12 de setembro de 2011


Uma flor de verde pinho

Eu podia chamar-te pátria minha
dar-te o mais lindo nome português
podia dar-te um nome de rainha
que este amor é de Pedro por Inês.

Mas não há forma não há verso não há leito
para este fogo amor para este rio.
Como dizer um coração fora do peito?
Meu amor transbordou. E eu sem navio.

Gostar de ti é um poema que não digo
que não há taça amor para este vinho
não há guitarra nem cantar de amigo
não há flor não há flor de verde pinho.

Não há barco nem trigo não há trevo
não há palavras para dizer esta canção.
Gostar de ti é um poema que não escrevo.
Que há um rio sem leito. E eu sem coração.

Manuel Alegre


"Ao desconcerto do Mundo"

Os bons vi sempre passar
No Mundo graves tormentos;
E pera mais me espantar,
Os maus vi sempre nadar
Em mar de contentamentos.
Cuidando alcançar assim
O bem tão mal ordenado,
Fui mau, mas fui castigado.
Assim que, só pera mim,
Anda o Mundo concertado.

Luís de Camões



Cheguei a meio da vida já cansada
De tanto caminhar! Já me perdi!
Dum estranho país que nunca vi
Sou neste mundo imenso a exilada.

Tanto tenho aprendido e não sei nada.
E as torres de marfim que construí
Em trágica loucura as destruí
Por minhas próprias mãos de malfadada!

Se eu sempre fui assim este Mar-Morto,
Mar sem marés, sem vagas e sem porto
Onde velas de sonhos se rasgaram.

Caravelas doiradas a bailar...
Ai, quem me dera as que eu deitei ao Mar!
As que eu lancei à vida, e não voltaram!...

Florbela Espanca, in "Livro de Sóror Saudade"


"And it helps me breathe

And it helps me see


It helps, when I come down, It helps, when I come down

It helps me breathe, When I come down




...the battle, not the war.


...think long...think, think!!!


One fluid gesture, like stepping back in time.
Trapped in amber, petrified.
And still not satisfied...


"Constant surprises
Coming my way
Some call it coincidence
But I like to call it fate"


Things are...

domingo, 11 de setembro de 2011

sábado, 10 de setembro de 2011

sexta-feira, 9 de setembro de 2011



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Being seated on balcony
Smooth spring night oh…
Watching the sky with IR eyes
Drinking mint tea with no light
We have peace from morning until dawn
The most beautiful view

It’s like having paradise in my mouth
Waiting for you to come from the city
(All) the little people move so busy
Between small white boxes
Like sugar cubes in a street
(Here) there’s only music on Sundays
And the rest of the week

It gets bigger as I open the window
Waking up with “miracle”
At my perfect balcony


"Get it on, get it on
Fuck it, let's go and live
Get it on, bring it on
Fuck it, break out and be"

quarta-feira, 7 de setembro de 2011

F#147 remix :P


"And eyes too wise, our lips were tied,
there's whiskey on her breath.
And she whispers, 'Don't stop yet.'
And she arched her back and says,
'And don't think this is forever,
just until I take him back.'

And I don't know what you see in me
because behind these eyes it's black.
And there's nothing left to take from here
because addictions they won't give it back."




Its time to...

terça-feira, 6 de setembro de 2011


...i choose a pipe!its ok no?


Always making the same mistakes...


"Said I like it on top, yeah?
On the salt in your skin
Yeah I like it on on top, yeah
The space where you begin

I got one last plane ticket to the other side
Don't know how, so high
I'm so high
But she likes it on top of me
And I woke up here alone
I feel so happy

I see you're gonna die today
Yeah I said I can see it
One of will see the light today
Get extinguished

I one last plane ticket to the other side
Don't know how, so high
I'm so high
But she likes it on top of me
And I woke up here alone
I feel so happy


maybe not...


I wish I could just "sleep like a stone"...


"How did I get to here?
A random chain of events
Or chemical and elements
Conspiring, divining"

segunda-feira, 5 de setembro de 2011


I miss it...


Tonight I'm...


"You must feel frustration
Cause your mind feels such temptation
And your ways appear a total lack of faith

You may feel elation
At your body's re-creation
And that joy you need, restricted by one thought

Are you forever - loss of purpose in a passive life
Are you forever - pale, regarded as a waste of time

High times are courageous
But in truth they suit no purpose
Induced, reduced, unable and afraid......

Can you feel rejection
And a lack of motivation
And the joy you need restricted and delayed"

domingo, 4 de setembro de 2011


"You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am Human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does..."