F#@%king grass... always f#@%king greener...

F#@%king grass is always greener on the others side!

Just got be kidding me, I water this shit and when I think will get green I look around...

We are never satisfied with out own garden, why?

Don't know what kind of plants I want in my garden, then I decided to give grass a go

But look around! I'm not saying mine is not green

It's just not the greener

My life is great!

Is it?

Do I have all I want?

Right, I got what I need. But does it make my life great?

No It just makes it better than the life of some few people who are suffering for all I already got.

It's so hard not to compare, but on the other hand is necessary...

Oh gosh!

I need to be set free from myself, just found out I'm my worst enemy!

BlueHearted People

You know that day the only thing you need

Is to get a call from a friend saying HI

But noone seems to be there for you

That day you just want a nice smile from anybody

Then you start to wonder about with no destination 

And you decide to look for that special place of yours

That secret place, a corner in the middle of the city where all the noise goes away

A place known only by you and the other bluehearted people

It's somewhere on a side street

There is a bench there where you can sit down and watch your life passing by

Let the loneliness and decepctions of your days pass by your eyes

As if you were only audience watching a play

So, on the time arms, it goes by and you can finally feel free

Ready to keep up with your days until happiness comes around once again

But then you reach that place, that special and secret side street

You find out the bench where all that magic could happen has been removed

It's all fucked!

If you are having days like that or if today was one of those

You are not alone, I'm with you.

When...

When you don't know just feel it
When it's Love not hate
When it doesn't rain just shines
When not from sheet (music) just by heart
When it's coming not going

When you give not get
When not black-and-white but colours
When you smell, hear, taste, see
When you're alive
When smile and sing and dance
When the whole World is for you

It fell down on me

Testing one, two... Testing one, two...

Wordless, soundless, speechless, mouthless. Less.
Fearful, thoughtful, dreadful, watchful. Full.

Still. Observe. Picture. One, Two, Three... Twenty four frames per second. Motion. Picture. Testing one, two...

Mic. Hold. Speak. Speakers. Tape. Rec. Three minutes, radio-jukebox dream...Testing one, two...

Here comes the piano, black and white -- 60's pudding. It's coming all the way down, right through my head.

Post Scriptum: Yes. It did...It did fall... It did fall down on...It fell down on me.

Words

It's not from me because as you see I can't write (I don't have the talent for it). But I love that song and I love that lyric. It means to me almost everything. The group which sings it called The Real Group. And here you are. Enjoy it:

Just to give you an idea... (Alex Skyline)

Words
A letter and a letter on a string
Will hold forever humanity spellbound

Words
Possession of the beggar and the king
Everybody, everyday
You and I, we all can say

Words
Regarded as a complicated tool
Created by man, implicated by mankind

Words
Obsession of the genius and the fool
Everybody, everyday,
Everywhere and everyway

Words!
Find them, you can use them
Say them, you can hear them
Write them, you can read them
Love them, fear them

Words
Transmitted as we're fitted from the start
Received by all and we're sentenced to a life with

Words
Impression of the stupid and the smart
Everybody, everyday
You and I, we all can say

Words
Inside your head can come alive as they're said
Softly, loudly, modestly or proudly

Words
Expression by the living and the dead
Everybody, everyday
Everywhere and everyway

Words!
Find them, you can use them
Say them, you can hear them
Write them, you can read them
Love them, fear them

AMIZADES - FRIENDSHIPS

Indiscutivelmente os amigos são um reflexo de nossa personalidade, a família que escolhemos como afirma Richard Bach em Fernão Capelo Gaivota.

Unquestionably friends are our personality concequence, "the family we choose" says Richard Bach in Fernão Capelo Gaivota.

Minhas amizades diferem de grupos, tipos, estilos e as estimo exatamente por essa alteridade, diferença necessária às relações que nascem nas afinidades, alimentam-se na cumplicidade e crescem na confiança assumindo a extensão do que é justo, sólido e inabalável.

My fiendships differ from groups to groups, types, styles and it's exactly becouse of these differences I esteem them so, differences that are needed to the relationships born in the affinities, fed with cumplicity and grown in confidence assuming the extention of what is fair, solid, stable.

Ultimamente tenho sido imprevisível, estranho, mas aberto ao surpreendente e isso tem me feito amadurer, pois aprendi a reconhecer o valor das situações e como devo agir diante delas, independente do rumo e barco tomados.

I've lattely been unpredictable, weird, but open to the unexpectable and that has made me grow coz I learnt to realize the value of each situation and how to act face to them, independently of the taken route and boat.

Compreendi que alguns amigos, reais ou nãos, podem estar distante fisicamente, mas emocionalmente presentes. São especiais, ímpares, a ponto de notar em caracteres digitados ou sorrisos amarelos as emoções, alegrias e medos expostos além das expressões faciais.

I comprehended that some friends, real or virtuals, can may be distante fisicaly, but they are present emotionally. They are special, uneven, singulars to the point of notice through typed characters, yellow smiles and emoctions the real emoctions (feelings), the joy and fears displayed beyond the facial expressions.

Fernando Pessoa escreveu que “o valor das coisas não está no tempo em que elas duram, mas na intensidade com que acontecem. Por isso existem momentos inesquecíveis, coisas inexplicáveis e pessoas incomparáveis", nada mais cabível a análise dos últimos posts, que sensívelmente tratam de valores pessoais e da importância que os amigos assumem em nossas vidas.

Fernado Pessoa wrote: "the value of the things doesn't rely in the time they last, but in the intensity with which they happen. Therefore there are unforgetable moments, unexplicable things and incomparable people", nothing suits more to (my) analysis of the last posts, that sensibly deal with personal values and the importance of friendship in our lives.

O poema With your excuse Luv, I can't silence postado pelo Skyline é um verdadeiro ode aos sentimentos plainados pela força de uma amizade. É algo que me sensibilizou sobre a extensão, intensidade e influência dos meus amigos.

The Poem "Whith your excuse Luv, I can't silece" posted by Skyline is a true **PARTS MISSING** to the feelings that flows by the strenght of a friendship. It is something that moved (sensetized) me for its extension, intensity and my friends influence.

Não tenho palavras para definir as representações e construções imagéticas para onde fui remetido ! Pensei intensamente no Alex, na forma que nos aproximamos e o modo que mesmo distantes nos protagonizamos. Na Camila, a mulher de personalidade marcante (prevista no Astral on line), companheira de risos, lágrimas, angústias e de quem não temo ouvir críticas e dizer que amo. No Lucas, uma jóia rara, uma descoberta homeopática que só tem me feito bem e de quem, a despeito da geografia, não pretendo afastar-me. Léo, mutante social e um cara que admiro incondicionalmente. Leda, a mulher rabugenta mais amada do mundo. Tati, Lucicarlo e várias outras pessoas que atualmente se descortinam.

I have no words to define the representations and imaginary constructions I've been sent to! I intensily thought of Alex, on the way we met and approached and of the way even distant we carried on. I thought of Camila, the woman of remarkable personality (foreseen on the Atral on line), friend for laughts and tears, distress and from who I fear neither critics nor to say I love you. I thought of Lucas, a rare jowel, a homeopathic discovery that has made me only good and from whom, despite of the geography, I don't intend to get away from. Leo, social mutant and a guy I admire inconditionally. Leda, the most loved grumpy woman in the world. Tati, Lucicarlo and many other people that currently disclosed (themselves to me).

Assim como Skyline, ainda acredito no surpreendente, no elemento surpresa, no poder emocional que as pessoas detêm e cativam.Cansei de Nietzche !!

As well as Skyline, I still believe in the unexpectable, the surprise element, in the emotional power that people hold (withhold) and captivete. I'm fed up of Nietzche!!

"We become the story we tell about ourselves."

Yesterday I was reading this book, given to me by a friend, two years ago. I was meant to read this book in London, but I never did. I brought it all along, to every new house I moved in.

This year, I finally started reading it, and it's been a month now. It's called "A Home at the End of the World", by Michael Cunningham.

It's a truly beautiful romance, very well written, poetically lyrical.

So, yesterday there was this thing a character said that made me stop and think about it. "We become the stories we tell about ourselves." Bingo! That's it! We're nothing but the script we write for ourselves. We become the actors we ourselves direct. Some believe in destiny, and prefer passing all the responsibility over their lives to a greater divine force, justifying mistakes and fears. It's not that I don't believe there is such a force, but I think we can control that force and direct it towards where we want. This force is neutral and takes you wherever you please--it's all a matter of choice.

Each choice involves rights and wrongs. For every choice there is a loss and a gain and both are interchangeable.

Now, going back to the script thing...I do believe we become the story we tell about ourselves, especially when I think about my life. I can pretty much picture all the scripts I wrote and rewrote for myself. There are three stages. When you're unhappy about the character you've been playing, you start planning and writing a new one. When it's done, you start directing it and it seems a bit fake in the beginning, as if not working. But after a while, you forget about the direction and you start acting freely, without any further support, and then it comes to the point when you forget about the precise words that were in the script or the stage directions and you become the character itself and you live that way... up to the time you get tired again and you decide to tell yourself some other story about yourself.

Sometimes you change the stage, the theater, the other actors to work with... Sometimes you keep playing the same play and the same role for years and years.

All I say is... good actors are multi-faced and they acknowledge that by playing different roles they're learning and feeling more, in different ways... and fundamentally keeping up the passion for life.

Some others, for fear, never leave their comfort zone and prefer playing it safe.

I don't play it safe. I play it dangerous.

Cheers!