Sunday, December 31, 2006

Saturday, December 30, 2006

Execução de Saddam Hussein

E foi hoje que o Saddam foi enforcado... E sinceramente, incomodou-me! Não que o homem não fosse execrável... Mas a verdade é que os americanos conseguem sempre o que querem...
E ainda vem o totó do Bush dizer que a execução do ex-Presidente iraquiano é um "marco importante" para a democracia no país. Ya, ya...

E depois do Natal...



...e ainda falta a passagem de ano...

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Friday, December 22, 2006


Patience makes lighter
What sorrow may not heal

Monday, December 18, 2006

"E assim sou, fútil e sensível, capaz de impulsos violentos e absorventes, nobres e vis, mas nunca de um sentimento que subsista, nunca de uma emoção que continue, e entre para a substância da alma. Tudo em mim é a tendência para ser a seguir outra coisa; uma impaciência da alma consigo mesma, como com uma criança inoportuna; um desassossego sempre crescente e sempre igual. Tudo me interesssa e nada me prende. Atendo a tudo sonhando sempre; fixo os mínimos gestos faciais de com quem falo, recolho as entoações milimétricas dos seus dizeres expressos; mas ao ouvi-lo não o escuto, estou oensando noutra coisa, e o que menos colhi da conversa foi a noção do que nela se disse, da minha parte ou da parte de com quem falei. Assim, muitas vezes, repito a alguém o que já lhe repeti, pergunto-lhe de novo aquilo a que ele já me respondeu; mas posso descrever, em quatro palavras fotográficas, o semblante muscular com que ele disse o que me não lembra, ou a inclinação de ouvir com os olhos com que recebeu a narrativa que me não recordava ter-lhe feito. Sou dois, e ambos têm a distância - irmãos siameses que não estão pegados."
(Bernardo Soares - Livro do Desassossego)

Friday, December 15, 2006

Welcome to the cruel world...

You may write me down in history
With your bitter twisted lies
You may trod me down in the very dirt
And still like the dust I'll rise
Does my happiness upset you
Why are you best with gloom
Cause I laugh like I've got an oil well
Pumpin' in my living room

So you may shoot me with your words
You may cut me with your eyes
And I'll rise
I'll rise
I'll rise
Out of the shacks of history's shame
Up from a past rooted in pain
I'll rise
I'll rise
I'll rise

Now did you want to see me broken
Bowed head and lowered eyes
Shoulders fallen down like tear drops
Weakened by my soulful cries

Does my confidence upset you
Don't you take it awful hard
Cause I walk like I've got a diamond mine
Breakin up in my front yard

So you may shoot me with your words
You may cut me with your eyes
And I'll rise
I'll rise
I'll rise
Out of the shacks of history's shame
Up from a past rooted in pain
I'll rise
I'll rise
I'll rise

So you may write me down in history
With your bitter twisted lies
You may trod me down in the very dirt
And still like the dust I'll rise

Does my happiness upset you
Why are you best with gloom
Cause I laugh like I've got a goldmine
Diggin' up in my living room

Now you may shoot me with your words
You may cut me with your eyes
And I'll rise
I'll rise
I'll rise
Out of the shacks of history's shame
Up from a past rooted in pain
I'll rise
I'll rise



'Til the clouds clear


What's left to say with all that's come and gone
Words get in the way and anyway the devils got your tongue
And a storm brews inside and there's nowhere to hide
It's gonna blow your cover sky high
If you let this thing go, it's gonna burn, it's gonna burn
You're gonna take the whole world with you when you go

Oh oh oh what you gonna do ?
When the storm takes over
Oh oh oh what you gonna do ?
When the storm takes over

So here you are, demons screaming in your head
You try to shut them out but they just get louder instead
And nothing you do can seem to break through
This darkness smothering you
When it takes hold, your heart turns cold
The very soul seeps out of you

Oh oh oh what you gonna do ?
When the storm, the storm takes over
Can you hold this thing
Can you hold this thing
Oh oh oh

'Til the clouds clear

(Lamb, Between Darkness & Wonder)

Friday, December 08, 2006

People are strange


People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name

When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

(The Doors - Strange Days)