Tu.

menos um dia para...

Damasco.

uma vez, picasso

para sempre, Picasso.

hoje será assim

...e depois caio para o lado, prestes a definhar.

Album da semana

Remember remember, the cool September.

dia um

Cheguei ao aeroporto, faltava uma hora para o vôo. Em espírito de aventura, todos nós debitavamos palavreado acerca do que ia acontecer e da semana que íamos deixar para trás. Estavamos looooooooooonge daqui. Uma passagem, um novo começo. Uns marretas que foram, um marreta que se juntou. mas no dia seguinte. Assim começou.

Memória do dia

me importa un pito que las mujeres tengan los senos como magnolias o como pasas de higo; un cutis de durazno o de papel de lija. Le doy una importancia igual a cero, al hecho de que amanezcan con un aliento afrodisíaco o con un aliento insecticida. Soy perfectamente capaz de soportarles una nariz que sacaría el primer premio en una exposición de zanahorias. en esto soy irreductible! no les perdono, bajo ningún pretexto, que no sepan volar. Si no saben volar pierden tiempo conmigo.

El lado oscuro del corazón

Shake me into the night and I’m an easy lover
Take me into the fight and I’m an easy brother
And I’m on fire

Burn my sweet effigy I’m a road runner
Spill my guts on a wheel I wanna taste ah huh
And I’m on fire, and I’m on fire

And I’m on fire, I’m on fire

Wire me up to machines I’ll be your prisoner
Find it hard to believe, you are my murderer
I’m on fire behind you
Heads a falling sky

I’m on fire, I’m on fire

And I’m on fire, I’m on fire

Move on, You got to move on
Im gonna get you real good
So you can shake on

Move on, You got to move on
I’m gonna get ya real good
So you can shake on

_______...--- Um hino...

Pista do Dia

Bons conselhos em cinco minutos.



_funky chicken aos 75 anos, parece-me muito bem!

E o filme da semana é...

Factos

IV
A Nisa e o Tito já me destruíram 3 pares de sapatilhas que eu adorava.

Factos

III
um dos meus passatempos secretos é brincar aos músicos.

Ja quase que me esquecia desta

When there's no where else to run
Is there room for one more son
One more son
If you can hold on
If you can hold on, hold on
I wanna stand up, I wanna let go
You know, you know - no you don't, you don't
I wanna shine on in the hearts of men
I wanna mean it from the back of my broken hand

Another head aches, another heart breaks
I am so much older than I can take
And my affection, well it comes and goes
I need direction to perfection, no no no no

Help me out
Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the back burner
You know you got to help me out, yeah

And when there's nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
These changes ain't changing me
The gold-hearted boy I used to be

Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the back burner
You know you got to help me out
You're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down

[x10]
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier

Yeah, you know you gotta help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the back burner
You know you gotta help me out
You're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the back burner
You're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down

Over and in, last call for sin
While everyone's lost, the battle is won
With all these things that I've done
All these things that I've done
(Time, truth, and heart)
If you can hold on
If you can hold on

Momento

A porta fechou. Voltava à minha vida rotinada como bem eu a conhecia. No meio de todo o turbilhão de pensamentos para o qual ja estava a ser arrastado, a rádio "cantou-me" esta música. "Just Like Honey como nunca a ouviram", diziam eles. Ouvi. Relaxei. Sorri.
Não podia concordar mais, realmente nunca a tinha mesmo ouvido.

Listen to the girl
As she takes on half the world
Moving up and so alive
In her honey dripping beehive
Beehive
It's good, so good, it's so good
So good

Walking back to you
Is the hardest thing that
I can do
That I can do for you
For you

I'll be your plastic toy
I'll be your plastic toy
For you

Eating up the scum
Is the hardest thing for
Me to do

The Jesus & Mary Chain - Just Like Honey

Hoje mas só hoje...

...posso gritar?

A razão

Mother tongue speaks to me
In the strongest way Ive ever seen
I know that she sees in me
Her proudest child, her purest breed

She speaks to me in colours
That I cant really understand
I only know that they are ours
And to those Ill proudly bend

For I am your only child
And you my dearest mystery
From an ancient throne I defy the world
To kneel before the power within.

For I am your only child
And you my dearest mystery
World cant you see it?
Am I alone in my belief?

Virando costas ao mundo
Orgulhosamente sòs
Glória antiga, volta a nós!

Alma mater!

Breaking waves announce my bride
It is the only way the sea could sing
Legends of lusitanian pride
He sings the words I cannot spring

At the moon mountain six wolves cry
Your lost glory well regain or die

For I am her only child
And she is my dearest mystery
Pagan gods in conspiracy
For the sword of tyranny

Mother tongue has spoke to thee
In the strongest way theyve ever seen
World cant you see ?
I am not alone in my belief.

Virando costas ao mundo
Orgulhosamente sòs
Glória antiga, volta a nós!

Alma mater!

Mother tongue has spoke to me
In the strongest way Ive ever seen
I know that she sees in me
Her proudest child, her purest breed

She speaks to me in colours
I cant really understand
I only know that they are ours
And to those Ill proudly bend

For I am her only child
And she is my dearest mystery
From an ancient throne I defy the world
To kneel before the powers within.

For I am her only child
And she is my dearest tragedy
World cant you see it?
I am not alone in my belief.

Virando costas ao mundo
Orgulhosamente sòs
Glória antiga, volta a nós!

Alma mater!

Heróis do Mar...

A cada dia que passa me sinto mais insultado. Prova disso é o estado deste país. Não, não falo da crise mas sim de saúde E do direito à saúde!

Vejam AQUI

Cada vez estamos mais burros e não me apetece passar nem mais 1 ano a comer feno.
Concluo com um simples: "ah nação valente!"

Factos

II
Adoro as músicas tristes que de tão tristes serem, se tornam bonitas e felizes.

Factos

I
Se o castanho e o verde fossem uma cor conjugada, seria eu que tinha dado o nome.