sexta-feira, 27 de abril de 2012


Ambient "Variations"...



1. Shy, self-conscious, and awkward in the presence of others.
2. Characterized by, showing, or resulting from shyness, self-consciousness, or awkwardness.


"As a girl sleeps her dreams become projected on the room around her, her love of dancing becoming an overwhelming spectacle that is born, grows, and dies without a single spectator."

quarta-feira, 25 de abril de 2012


...better to tell the truth and make someone cry, than a lie and make someone cry. Paulo Coelho

domingo, 22 de abril de 2012


Just listen to the White Noise...


its just another world for the eskimo...


"Sunlight won't lie to your pale face in spring when it comes
Warm winds will dullen the edge of our razor blade tongues
Make me a child put me back on the sand of that beach
Sailboats and seaweed we'll sunburn our skin in the sea"


and those voices can speak to me...


Everything is in place...


Things that are supposed to mean lots Leave you cold And with a malady of the soul....


no more fighting!

sábado, 21 de abril de 2012


"Did you see the light in my heart?
Did you see the sweat on my brow?
Did you see the fear in my heart?
Did you see me bleeding out?"

quinta-feira, 19 de abril de 2012



In fluid dynamics, turbulence or turbulent flow is a flow regime characterized by chaotic and stochastic property changes. This includes low momentum diffusion, high momentum convection, and rapid variation of pressure and velocity in space and time.


"I may have fucked my life up flatter than hammered shit, but I stand before you today beholden to no human cocksucker" ~ Whitney Ellsworth



Fui rocha em tempo, e fui no mundo antigo
tronco ou ramo na incógnita floresta...
Onda, espumei, quebrando-me na aresta
Do granito, antiquíssimo inimigo...

Rugi, fera talvez, buscando abrigo
Na caverna que ensombra urze e giesta;
O, monstro primitivo, ergui a testa
No limoso paúl, glauco pascigo...

Hoje sou homem, e na sombra enorme
Vejo, a meus pés, a escada multiforme,
Que desce, em espirais, da imensidade...

Interrogo o infinito e às vezes choro...
Mas estendendo as mãos no vácuo, adoro
E aspiro unicamente à liberdade.

Antero de Quental, in "Sonetos"

quarta-feira, 18 de abril de 2012

segunda-feira, 16 de abril de 2012


Everybody hates a sad professor...


"This town don't feel mine
I'm fast to get away (Far)"


"Move your limbs with mine
And I bet you feel them too
We're glowing in drops of sweet
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright"


Sleep deprivation....


"Hey, yeah
You're like a wildfire
You got me rising high..."



Endorphins ("endogenous morphine") are endogenous opioid peptides that function as neurotransmitters. They are produced by the pituitary gland and the hypothalamus in vertebrates during exercise, excitement, pain, consumption of spicy food, love and orgasm, and they resemble the opiates in their abilities to produce analgesia and a feeling of well-being.

sexta-feira, 13 de abril de 2012

quinta-feira, 12 de abril de 2012


"Where do we go from here?
Where do we go?
Is it real or just something we think we know?
Where are we going now?
Where do we go?"

quarta-feira, 11 de abril de 2012


"... I'm not going anywhere, I'm not going anywhere..."


....sweetness follows.


"Everything became silent"


please judge, give freedom to this child...


"The car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel
And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
And a dark wind blows

The government is corrupt
And we're on so many drugs
With the radio on and the curtains drawn

We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
And the machine is bleeding to death

The sun has fallen down
And the billboards are all leering
And the flags are all dead at the top of their poles

It went like this:

The buildings tumbled in on themselves
Mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble
And pulled out their hair

The skyline was beautiful on fire
All twisted metal stretching upwards
Everything washed in a thin orange haze

I said: "kiss me, you're beautiful -
These are truly the last days"

You grabbed my hand and we fell into it
Like a daydream or a fever

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down -
For sure it's the valley of death

I open up my wallet
And it's full of blood..."

terça-feira, 10 de abril de 2012


...yes but where to?


now I like to say something else, before I lose my train of thought.

I don't care what anybody tells you. ANYBODY...if they tell you that you can't do something, because you're hurt, or that you can't be good enough to do something...your mother and dad will never tell you that, but if someone else does you remember something...

ANYTHING, I don't care what it is...if you really believe that you can do it and you believe in it can do it.

when you get fed up with life, do yourself a favor...take a piece of paper and put down on one side all the good things you think about life and all the good things you have. start with your parents, your brothers, your sisters, your friends. all the things you have...bicycles, go karts, everything. then you turn it over and write down all the bad things you got. like Johnny down the street you don't like or whatever. and you're gonna find the good outnumber the bad by so much that you don't even have to pay attention to the bad because you got so much good goin for you.

quarta-feira, 4 de abril de 2012



In literature, an elegy is a mournful, melancholic or plaintive poem, especially a funeral song or a lament for the dead.
"Elegy" (sometimes spelled elégie) may denote a type of musical work, usually of a sad or somber nature.


"All the nights we tried and tried
to find the starlight in your eyes
All the hours we cried and cried
you lost the starlight in your eyes"

domingo, 1 de abril de 2012


...the pop song!


It's a fire
These dreams they pass me by
This salvation I desire
Keeps getting me down
Cos we need to
Recognise mistakes
For time and again
So let it be known for what we believe in
I can see no reason for it to fail.... ...
Cos this life is a farce
I can't breathe through this mask
Like a fool
So breathe on, sister breathe on