A insignificância da significância

Como algo tão estranho, imensamente afastado do recôndito na nossa consciência da vida e da existência, se vislumbra. Um glimpse de vida, um reconhecimento de fluidez que é difícil de significar. Sozinho a comer um petisco. Em relação. Comigo. Ele lá sabe! Mas em harmonia. Ele lá sabe! Mas finito. Lá estará a viajar na corrente, a percorrer aquilo que eu diria que ele tem: uma existência, um percurso incerto.

I'm voting republican

Sweet dreams

Anyone?

Dancing Nancies by Dave Matthews Band

Could I have been
A parking lot attendant
Could I have been
A millionaire in Bel Air
Could I have been
Lost Somewhere in Paris
Could I have been
You're little brother
Could I have been
Anyone other than me
Could I have been
Anyone other than me
Could I have been
Anyone

He stands touch his hair his shoes untied
Tongue gaping stare
Could I have been a magnet for money?
Could have been anyone other than me?
Twenty three and so tired of life
Such a shame to throw it all away
The images grow darker still
Could I have been anyone other than me?

Then I look up at the sky
My mouth is open wide lick and taste
What's the use in worrying, what's the use in hurrying
Turn turn we almost become dizzy

I am who I am who I am well who am I
Requesting some enlightenment
Could I have been anyone other than me
And then I'll

Sing and dance
I'll play for you tonight
The thrill of it all
Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes
But I'll work it out
And then I
Look up at the sky
My mouth is open wide lick and taste
What's the use in worrying, what's the use in hurrying
Turn turn we almost become dizzy

Falling out of a world of lies
Could I have been a dancing Nancy a dancing Nancy
Could I have been anyone other than me?

When life is just a recent memory

How fragile life can be...How subtly death enters ourselves...Hold on my friend! Hold on! Be strong! Live!!!

Where happiness has a name

Welcome to the Armona island, in the south coast of Portugal. :)





Heaven

Bubbling the desktop: a paradox

Cancer: when words are just silenced hells

Besta

Uma besta é um ser bestialmente estúpido. Uma pessoa que gira no eixo da sua centração em si próprio. É um ser que gravita nos píncaros da ininteligibilidade. Algo que flutua numa argamassa digna da sua constituição cerebral. Talvez seja apenas alguém que congelado na sua inteligência ficou a rodar no satélite que conhece: a sua imagem.

Uma besta é uma beleza de terror. Um cavernoso inferno de desgostos e frieza. Porquê? O quê?

Uma besta não responde: vocifera.
Uma besta não pensa: emite associações rebuscadas de manipulação da poeira do cérebro.
Uma besta não age: agiu. Não reflecte para além do diálogo que mantem com sua profusão organísmica de homeostase.
Uma besta não vive: massacra a vida dos outros. Suga-lhes a paciência e fixa-os na auto-punição.
Uma besta não existe: existem.
Uma besta.
O lado visível do olho tapado.
Uma incomensurabilidade.

Dirt

We are full of dirt: in our hearts.
We are full of sadness: in our eyes.
We are full of hopelessness: in our dreams.
We are full of happiness: in our deepest feelings of sorrow.
We are full of..........: nothing to share.
They are full of nothing.

Shinning the pavement

Vila Real has a building that offers us the meaningfulness of reconstruction. The perception of evolution, rather than cement(evo)lution.
The shinning stars swallow the pavement and reflect the light that come upon us, through the melting eyes that sleep inside the apartment.

Pedal-Powered Ecocabs comes to Stockholm

Sweden has a new toy in town: ecocabs. Because eco is an echo of respect and share, Stockholm has new and greener mean of transportation to travel around. Helped by an 12v battery, these ecocabs turn green what we usually see grey.

Nice move, hein? ;)

Poor people loved by decree

"You cannot beg here: forbidden by the 36.488 decree"

You shall be loved, out in the darkness of oblivion. You must go begging on the shoulders of misery.