segunda-feira, 11 de dezembro de 2017


"I've been waiting up all night
But you never show
You said it'd be alright
But I just don't know"

segunda-feira, 27 de novembro de 2017

quinta-feira, 9 de novembro de 2017


"Eu pensei que fosse fácil mas tens que me ajudar meu coração é frágil e tarda em levantar..."

quinta-feira, 26 de outubro de 2017

terça-feira, 24 de outubro de 2017


segunda-feira, 2 de outubro de 2017


12 de Janeiro, 14:30

se lá chegarmos. 

"We cannot choose what we desire
We don't know what is required
Or when it goes away
Impossible, you say?".

sexta-feira, 22 de setembro de 2017


"The message here is
and it's more than a message...
We're not going to go
silently into the gentle night..."
~Terence McKenna

quinta-feira, 21 de setembro de 2017


"O filme roda à volta do protagonista José Mata e da sua busca interior. A acção mostra um libertar de convenções impostas e de estereótipos, o sair da sua bolha para entrar numa situação desconhecida ou esquecida, a estranha e libertadora sensação de se sentir genuíno."

terça-feira, 19 de setembro de 2017

quarta-feira, 13 de setembro de 2017


So the day will begin again
Take comfort from me
It's up to you now
You're still here and you'll dig in again
That's comfort to you
It's up to you now
So pariah you'll begin again
Take comfort from me
And I will take comfort from you

terça-feira, 12 de setembro de 2017


"This is the place
Remember me?
I’m the face you always see
You’ve been stuck in a lift
In the belly of a whale
At the bottom of the ocean..."

quinta-feira, 7 de setembro de 2017


Definition of improvise
improvised; improvising

1: to compose, recite, play, or sing extemporaneously

2: to make, invent, or arrange offhand the quarterback improvised a play

3: to make or fabricate out of what is conveniently on hand improvise a meal

domingo, 3 de setembro de 2017


“Suddenly they rise, strong and heavily
A breeze announced the arrival of eternal ice
We're alone now...”

segunda-feira, 28 de agosto de 2017


"Numinous comes from the Latin numin- meaning "divine power." This word also comes from numen, a word used to describe the spirit or divine power characteristic of a thing or place. However, you don't have to be in a strictly religious environment to experience something numinous; you might see the beauty of a painting or the melody of a song as numinous — if they communicate a spiritual vibe."

quinta-feira, 17 de agosto de 2017



"It's like a long road or a tunnel, you know?
And there's no hope... ever
There's no hope that at the end of that tunnel you can see something... you can hear something
It's a bright light that you can reach
But it's what you needed... that's music"


There is no escape
from my snow brigade!.

quarta-feira, 9 de agosto de 2017


Love is free
In time, in peace
And now is here
This life, this dream ...

You know how it feels but... is it all in your mind?
When you know how it feels to be pushed and pulled through your life
And sometimes it seems like there is life in your eyes
And all that I know is I love you

Yes I love you

And it feels like we're already flying
But the air is too thin and we're dying
The clouds all around take us higher
The world far below is on fire
I hold out my hand just to touch you
And all that I know is I love you
A vision a promise of heaven
A reason for being forever

You're just a whisper away

We've come too far to turn back
This is where we stand and face it
This is who we are, one step closer
Into thin air we will go there

We've come too far to turn back
This is where we stand and face it
I feel you breathe
You're just a whisper away

We've come too far to turn back
This is where we stand and face it
This is who we are one step close
Into thin air we will go there

We've come too far ...

This is where we stand ...

domingo, 23 de julho de 2017


Os riffs Polacos que me acompanham por estes dias.

quarta-feira, 12 de julho de 2017


Sem ti,
nao sou eu.

Nem sei se
porventura até sou...

isso sim,
que nao estaria onde estou.

Seria a sombra de quem somos,
a definhar,

isso sim,
a caminhar,
a caminho do meu fim.


sábado, 1 de julho de 2017


"Baby, life's what you make it
Celebrate it
Anticipate it
Yesterday's faded
Nothing can change it
Life's what you make it..."

terça-feira, 27 de junho de 2017


-Breathe in!
 Breathe out!

- Ok...
She takes some time to recover, they are walking for ages now...

- Better?
  Let's go? - he asks.

- Yes...Let's go.- she says, feeling tired.

- Don,t worry, my love.
  We will get there. Sooner than you think.

- You always say that! And we are not there yet! We are never there!

- But, right now, i am sure you think we won't ever get there! So, when we will, it will always be faster than you think, right? - he says smiling. Like the child he is. Deep, where no eyes can see.

- Ok. Let's go! - she replies as she starts walking, right beside him. As if they have just started to walk.

quinta-feira, 22 de junho de 2017


"Through thee, the gracious Muses turn,
To Furies, O mine Enemy!
And all the things of beauty burn
With flames of evil ecstasy."

~Lionel Johnson, The Dark Angel (1985)


"Drift all you like from ocean to ocean
Search the whole world
But drunken confessions and hijacked affairs
Will just make you more alone..."


Give my gods a try!

sábado, 17 de junho de 2017


Da série,
largos dias têm (c/s)em anos.

"infinity is not a number,
 is the idea of endless..."

sexta-feira, 9 de junho de 2017


"How do you learn to trust? How do you steer when all you can see is a rear-view mirror?
This video is a lighthearted exploration of fear and courage and having your world turned on its head.

based on a poem by Guillaume Apollinaire:

“Come to the edge,” he said.
“We can’t, we’re afraid!” they responded.
“Come to the edge,” he said.
“We can’t, We will fall!” they responded.
“Come to the edge,” he said.
And so they came.
And he pushed them.
And they flew.”

for Gord Downie
-love, Do Make Say Think"

quinta-feira, 8 de junho de 2017


"Anywhere means we’re running
We can sleep and see them coming
Where we drift and call it dreaming
We can weep and call it singing..."


"How could it all fall in one day?
Were we too sure of the sun?"

domingo, 4 de junho de 2017


Seven years ago,
how different were we?

Who were we?

Were we us?

Were we here? 

Or was it just me?

Do they know  we were here?

Do they know who we were?

Did the see our fall?

Do they know at all?

Or was it just a deep dream?

Or was it just a lucid dream?

terça-feira, 30 de maio de 2017


"Deixo tudo a pairar
se tiver de acontecer,
está perto

Salga-se o céu com mar,
sem medo,
Para ir onde se quer,
não é cedo..."

sábado, 27 de maio de 2017


Sinto a falta,
de tanta coisa...

hoje em dia,
há tanta coisa que não havia.

E mesmo assim,
sinto a falta...

domingo, 21 de maio de 2017


Nunca pensei dizer isto, mas obrigado ao festival da Eurovisão! Por me dar a conhecer, indirectamente, este projecto e um heterónimo de Fernando Pessoa que desconhecia.

I love the things that children love
        Yet with a comprehension deep
That lifts my pining soul above
        Those in which life as yet doth sleep.

All things that simple are and bright,
        Unnoticed unto keen‑worn wit,
With a child's natural delight
        That makes me proudly weep at it.

I love the sun with personal glee,
        The air as if I could embrace
Its wideness with my soul and be
        A drunkard by expense of gaze.

I love the heavens with a joy
        That makes me wonder at my soul,
It is a pleasure nought can cloy,
        A thrilling I cannot control.

So stretched out here let me lie
        Before the sun that soaks me up,
And let me gloriously die
        Drinking too deep of living's cup;

Be swallowed of the sun and spread
        Over the infinite expanse,
Dissolved, like a drop of dew dead
        Lost in a super‑normal trance;

Lost in impersonal consciousness
        And mingling in all life become
A selfless part of Force and Stress
        And have a universal home;

And in a strange way undefined
Lose in the one and living Whole
The limit that I call my mind,
The bounded thing I call my soul.

sábado, 20 de maio de 2017


"I am a series of small victories and large defeats and I am as amazed as any other that I have gotten from there to here."

Charles Bukowski


Before Schaduwland

quinta-feira, 11 de maio de 2017


"Smoke of dreams
They pull you in
To the crazy cities cool light
And the silhouettes that fall from dreams
They are laughing forever..."



"Maybe I listen more than you think
I can tell that somebody sold you
We said we've never let anyone in
We said we'd only die of lonely secrets


I cannot explain it
Any other, any other way..."


A calmaria antes da tempestade.

quinta-feira, 20 de abril de 2017


Tomorrow was the golden Age...

Because time my friends,

is as linear as our thoughts!

domingo, 9 de abril de 2017


"Believe me when I pray
To keep us far away from harm’s way
You know my devil is afraid
I know your devil is afraid

You say you don’t need to be
A gentleman to me
First you’re sick and then you fade
First you’re sick and then you fade"


O inevitável e periódico regresso ao álbum que me abriu os ouvidos.

quarta-feira, 5 de abril de 2017


Sao as pequenas vitorias,

na grande vitoria que é o caminho.

Porque o sentido da vida e dar sentido a nossa vida!


quinta-feira, 30 de março de 2017


É sobre casas,
a música.

É calma. Acho.

Também eu estou mais calmo.
Espero que tú também.
Que do pouco que tenho visto,
a vista,
calma nao é.

Mas olhe a volta,
da casa,
que nos fez. A nós.

E a casa que foste,
que és,
é forte. Muito forte.

E grande.

Cada vez mais.

Porque hoje,
a casa nao se esgota ai.

Esta por ai, como há-de estar.
Mas tabem esteve la em baixo.
Hoje esta por ca.

Esta em todos nos...os que a fazem. Á casa, claro.

Que e muito mais que a propria casa.

Pelo menos é o que eu acho.

Isto para dizer que gosto de estar em casa.
E estar em casa, passa por estar ai.

Com tempo.
Com calma.
Com alma.

Parabens Tia!
Obrigado por tudo!

Beijo Enorme.


Sempre o Norte!

Mesmo a Sul, 

nao percamos o Norte!

quarta-feira, 29 de março de 2017


Se alguma vez os meus ouvidos estourarem de vez, expresso desde já o meu desejo de que isso aconteça no fecho de mais um concerto destes senhores, nos acordes finais desta música.



...Will you still care for me

When we're a million miles from where we started from..."

terça-feira, 28 de março de 2017



"In astronomy, the main sequence is a continuous and distinctive band of stars that appears on plots of stellar color versus brightness. These color-magnitude plots are known as Hertzsprung–Russell diagrams after their co-developers, Ejnar Hertzsprung and Henry Norris Russell. Stars on this band are known as main-sequence stars or "dwarf" stars.[1][2] These are the most numerous true stars in the universe, and include the Earth's Sun."

quinta-feira, 23 de março de 2017


"You're too tired

The fighting took long

And everyone knows

That nobody won

The rules have changed

Along the way."

Tudo por vós,

e por nós!

quarta-feira, 22 de março de 2017


"...But they said that I will feel like a tornado and I …
and they said and they said that I wouldn’t feel just like a clown

But they said that I should bring all that matters and I…
and they said and they said that I wouldn’t feel just like a clown

Take them with both hands,
With both hands you can stop the rest and forget your pride,
It’s called an empire..."

by Noiserv

Parebéns pelo terceiro filho. Infelizmente só conheço (e mal) os primeiros dois. Mas acho que conheço (será???) o pai. E o pai é um grande Homem. Os filhos serão grandes também.  

Saudades tuas pá! O que somos hoje é tão só o acumular do que que fomos sendo.


quarta-feira, 15 de março de 2017


"I'm skipping school, instead I need to park
This spaceship in my yard"

Obrigado por me deixarem passear na nave, 
mesmo quando a razao dizia que nao era ali que devia estar. 

terça-feira, 14 de março de 2017


"Be a dreamer

Don't be a thief"

Obrigado menina, por me ajudares a sonhar!

Porque hoje em dia ja nao durmo no "parque"...

domingo, 26 de fevereiro de 2017


" O cientista"

Quase 10 anos depois,
acho que sim,
que sou.

Não é fácil,
nunca será. Será?

Os puzzles amontoam-se.

As peças multiplicam-se.
As portas desdobram-se
em novas entradas,
e pasme-se,
novas saídas.

A trama adensa-se,
o labirinto cresce.
Não há principio, nem fim!

Um último suspiro...

E eis que,
num ápice,
tudo faz sentido.

As portas abrem-se de par em par,
enquanto as peças,
por si,
por mim,

A luz!
O êxtase...
Efémeramente eterno. Eternamente efémero.

Esteve sempre lá,

E cá estamos de novo.

De volta a um novo início.
Novas portas, novas peças.
Ou as mesmas?

De novo sem fim...

Não é fácil, nunca será.


sexta-feira, 20 de janeiro de 2017

terça-feira, 10 de janeiro de 2017


Its been a long time.

Nice to hear you again :)!

"and i think i think this song..somewhere."

quarta-feira, 4 de janeiro de 2017


Faz hoje quatro anos que me estava a preparar para "a viagem'!

Aquela que ia mudar a minha vida para sempre.

Obrigado por me fazeres sentir...

Mudou tanto...mudou tudo?