Whatever you may call this night, whatever may be your traditions, remember it's a night of happiness, to be with those you love most and see the happiness upon children's faces, specially on those that have never received gifts and due to the fantastic work done by many ONGs are able to experience the joy of opening a gift and find a car, a doll, a book, a game for the first time.
Enjoy the night and I hope you behaved, otherwise Santa Claus...
Well, last month I managed to go to 3 concerts, one by chance... They were all so different, brought out different feelings, with a mingle of personal feelings and experiencing something I absolutely love: live concerts, even if sometimes it’s hard to only live music, live the moment, as if nothing existed besides living the concert…
The first one was Devendra Banhart, an ex-homeless with a god’s voice and a poet! Great songs, great lyrics and a person who just seems amazing, free… But his music can really touch a person, not only the uplifting ones, but also the ones that actually carry great truths within them, dreams that are a mere utopia, but make you want to dream, to think that maybe dreams can become true!
The concert was preceded by Caveira, raw instrumental music that frightened nearly half of the audience, I kind of think they couldn’t quite understand how two different musical styles could exist in the same room ;) As I love electric guitars and I love them also loud, electric, hypnotic in full raw power, I must say I enjoyed the concert… However, when Devendra and his pals got in magic began! Its was an amazing concert, better than the one in Sudoeste, mainly because at least most of the people at least knew his single, I didn’t loose the first 3 songs and the concert was much longer (I keep on not understanding why the 2nd stage in Sudoeste only allowed bands to play 45 minutes if the concerts where being done at the same time as the ones in the main stage)… Anyway the room required a more intimate environment and that was what we got, a very warm Devendra playing wonderfully, a magical night with fantastic music only ruined by the fact I had to sit during the whole concert! How can anybody sit all through a concert like that? I couldn’t believe that I was forced to sit all time just because there were people being so polite as I was so we would block the view of the little lords and princesses that could not see a concert standing… I now they paid as much as I did, that they had all the right to sit during the concert, but I had to sacrifice my right to see the concert standing and finding it rather difficult to sit not to mention I kind of offense to a band, as if their music had been so bad that people didn’t even stand to enjoy it, when it was quite the contrary! Anyway getting out of a concert singing the last music of that concert and a feeling of joy passing through your soul, makes everything worth it, and just to imagine I had considered not going…
My second concert was Sigur Rós, but unfortunately it didn’t hit me the same way it hit me 2 years ago, when I got out of the Coliseu dos Recreios absolutely enchanted, as I had experienced an absolutely magical concert, an heavenly night… I can’t pin point why, perhaps the fact that I wasn’t able to see the stage or the band, perhaps because () was more obscure, the band was living a more intense and obscure moment in their lifes, but 2 years ago they seemed so much more intense, so much more involving or perhaps 2 years ago I saw the best concert the band ever gave and now all the other will seem inferior because expectations where raised to high!
About one week ago I saw Wraygunn in Santiago Alquimista (by the way a perfect room to see The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The White Stripes, Beck,… and huge list of other, but as we don’t have all day ;) Being just inches from the band in the front row was absolutely amazing, Paulo Furtado as always a show off but in a good sense, as he isn’t arrogant, just with an extreme attitude of rockstar, that some how never gets to too exaggerated although close, but he is one of the most important elements of the band, it’s leader and icon… It was a concert by chance, but a great concert with it’s mix of blues and rock and roll, totally electrifying, making it impossible for one to not plunge into the rhythm of the guitar and the drums or the bass… It’s just a pity most people don’t appreciate what we have got here that is good, while most kids (and they are really kids, teens) are mad about Da Weasel (when Sam the Kid has much more quality), and all the commercial hip-hop crap that appears in our national market, bands like Wraygunn, D3io, The Legendary Tiger Man, among others and even Clã are looked dismissed as not so cool, when they are the soul of Portuguese music (fado, Madredeus and others belong to a different style/segment so I’m not including that type of Portuguese music, as they cannot be compared)…
A new dream, cause we need dreams to keep on living ;) Unfortunately I also need about 65.000 euros in about 2 years and a great deal of hard work and luck, especially if I don't find another job...
It seems I've reached my MBs limit of downloads of pics for blogger for the day, so maybe during the week I can post more... Basically they are all the same, its just so you can have an idea.
And my Daddy didn't have the chance to take as many photos as he wished ;)
My father arrived this week from
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you, dear Daddy!
Happy birthday to you!
It's just a pity that for the first time in my life you are so far from us on this day! I know you are doing it because you love and care about us, so good luck and I love you a lot!
Well once again no news for so long, however I have a good reason for it. My Daddy has gone to Angola for about a week and took my laptop. So here am I in a library in the middle of a garden in Santarém writing some lines.
Lately I’ve been to 2 concerts: Devendra Banhart and Sigur Ros. So I still have to drop some lines about these amazing concerts. For those who have missed them, you can’t imagine what you lost, but here goes a suggestion for tonight: Rodrigo Leão in Aula Magna. I would love to be one of the lucky ones, but I’ve got Spanish classes and besides that, 2 concerts in a month are already too much for my parents (you know the saving speech).
This Sunday I’m going to have a get together with friends from University so expect some photos to lighten up this blog.
Here goes some pics from my third favorite cat, if we don’t consider tigers cats (Ginja and Mitsy will be always above this one):
Pensando cada dia, cada hora
Pensando en ti
Caminando, mi sesta llena de moras
Son para ti
Temprano por la tarde y por la noche
Sueño de ti
Lalalala
Comiendo pera
En santa maria de la feira
Que placer ir
La gente buena
Solo gozan nunca hay pena
Pa' que sufrir
Jugando en el mar, en la arena
Viviendo haci
Lalalala
Ventana blanca
Hay que venga la mañana
Hay que venga otra vez
Esperando
Asi es como yo paso mi tiempo
Esperando a Inaniel
Y rezando por su calor, por su aliento
Sobre mi piel
Te digo todo aqui va bien
Conmigo de no dormir
Amigo, te lo suplico, te lo pido
Que me ayudes a mi, a mi
Buscando
Con mi ancla en la marea
Nadando en ti
Yo voy andando
Oyeme, te estoy llamando
Te amo a ti
Por el valle me encontré un rio escondido
Me recuerdo, hacía calor pero tenia frio
Me iba a morir
Bianca
Ay Paloma, ay Angelina
Por fin te vi
Por fin te vi
Por fin te vi
The Other Side of the Coin - ©2005, Ekin Caglar
I must warn you it's rather shocking... For how much longer will this have to go on, how much pain can half of humanity keep on enduring... Unfortunately I've already seen a toddler with no hope in her eyes, no smile on her lips after seeing her mother and father dying and only having in the whole world her gradma already in her bed also waiting to die... A 2 year old child with no hope in her eyes, an image that cuts one's heart into pieces...
Better saying the 100 best English-language novels from 1923 to the present... Some I have never had the chance to read, some have lingered deep inside of me and I hope I will still live long enough to read many more that will mean so much and that can actually change you and touch you deeply...
EVERYBODY'S GOTTA LEARN SOMETIME
Change your heart, look around you
Change your heart, it will astound you
I need your loving like the sunshine
And everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime
Change your heart, look around you
Change your heart, it will astound you
I need your loving like the sunshine
And everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime
Nothin’ Hurts
Nothing hurts you like the pain
From someone you love
There ain't nothing you can gain
To prepare you enough
Come on baby stop your crying
I Didn't Mean to Hurt You
I love you
Like I love the sunrise in the morning
I miss you
Like I miss the water when I'm burning
I didn't mean to hurt you, dear
The words just came out wrong
Now I'm broken down and lonely
And I'm so cold at night...
This is a movie I saw by chance Saturday night while I was updating my father’s database (ya, I missed some images of the movie as it’s impossible to write on your laptop and see a movie at the same time), but at least I heard all the movie and I’m pretty sure I saw a lot of it.
Sometimes you are lucky to see these fantastic movies that you have never heard about, that haven’t even reached Portugal’s independent circuit and this was one of those movies. So this fluke was one of those that will stay in my memory for a while. It’s really a pity most people don’t have the opportunity to see movies that unlike most in the mainstream, actually make you think and are amaze you at how much a character may touch so of you inner thoughts and feelings! This is one of those movies and I highly recommend it, even if most of you have passed already you difficult 18’s, some have decided to start to work and some study and are now starting to work, I really don’t know when does a person really begin to enter his/her young adult life, I suppose it all has to do with how soon you have to face some problems and how soon life disappoints you and your dreams of changing the world start to be slowly crushed…
Anyway it has a great blues song, I know a lot of people will classify it as vintage jazz, but I think it has a blue’s soul and after all most people confuse the two types, although I find them different and I really prefer blues and rock n’ roll.
This one is the best one in the movie:
Devil Got My Woman (Skip James)
Ah! It has a young Scarlet Johanssen and an actor that is gradually going up in my great actor’s list ;)
I've been helping my father and I've been uptating a database for him, so I'm pretty busy on my spare time and I really want to finish it. Anyway maybe, I will get some time tomorrow... Specially as I need to send some emails, otherwise people will start thinking I'm negleting them...
This little wonder has brought some happiness to my mother, she was able to speak with one of her best and dearest friends in South Africa at a very low cost. But then seeing her eyes sparkling and her smile after more than an hour at a microfone speaking with her friend is worth whatever cost! However the best part is that calling Europe, including Portugal, and the USA to landlines is free and that is amazing for all the Portuguese all around the world who are homesick!
In other words, time of lifting sails ;)
From what I've heard and read these guys seem pretty well centered in a pretty odd way ;) Introducing caos into order seems always a fantastic way of composing and playing music! Anyway the word is that their new album is a must, so if you are curious it's "Feels" and these guys
call themselves Animal Collective (http://www.paw-tracks.com/artists.htm)
Well the sailing bit is because they are going to play in Lisbon in a rather original place, at least, from the point of view of Portugal's reality: they are going to play in one of the ferries that cross Lisbon's river... Unfortunately, the problem of now living once again in my hometown is that going to Lisbon on a weekday and returning means about 15 or more euros just in gas and highway fares, that adding to the fact that my parents will already freak out when they get to know that I'm going to 2 concerts next month in Lisbon on a weekday...
I wished that at least all the sacrifice was well worth it, but I'm waisting loads of money on gas just on trips from my hometown to Santarém and then on top of all I've to eat in coffees every lunch to be a sports and as normally the kitchen where I'm working is being used for training and is so small with no space to eat... So my sacrifice is concerts, CD's and so many other things and all for a job I hate...
The funny thing of having lunch with co-workers is that they all say they hate their jobs, because they are doing tedious work or there is too much pressure to sell at any cost plus tedious work and I've had already a vice-manager of one of the bank branches I worked at saying that I should keep my job until I find something better because the Portuguese economy sucks and will suck in the next years and it will became worse...
So if anybody knows of a dream job in marketing, strategy, please do call me, otherwise I'll have to kill myself ;)
They have been marketing this movie has a movie about Kurt Cobain, but it's not, it's just a tribute to Kurt Cobain and a view of what might have happened if a rock star was in a situation similar to his. As in Elephant it's just a story of one of the infinite possibilities as only Kurt Cobain and the killers in Columbia really know why and how...
But from what I've seen from Gus Van Sant's movies I'm really looking forward to see this movie, unfortunately I know I'll have to see it alone and on top of all go to Lisbon on purpose as here in my hometown or the city I'm working don't have movie theaters or such alternative movies on...
... is always the last to die and the only one that keeps us alive, even when it doesn't bring the answers we so long desired...
Today Badly Drawn Boy is playing in Fundão, yet another fantastic concert I'm going to miss, I've only been able to see him once, introduced as a favourite of Beck (the man is a genious and on top of all has a fantastic taste), he played before Beck's concert in a summer festival 3 years ago and actually played with Beck one song... It's one of those concerts of a band/musician that we hardly know but after we see them/him/her perform we are totally stunned, just like in the same festival with Belle & Sebastian... How I love concerts and summer festivals, if only all of them had only fantastic concerts the whole time, because Him and many more disgraces I had to hear (unfortunately going as far as possible of the stage doesn't avoid the torture of hearing some bands playing)...
By the way here goes a topic of discussion I heard the other day between 2 teenagers (boys of course, as the girls that were with them seemed completely bored, although I was finding the discussion rather amusing): does love metal exist?
YES, otherwise Him would not exist, as Him exists there is love metal
NO, metal can never be love metal, there is no such thing as love metal or it is love metal or it isn't
For me the question is since when Him do music? How can anybody sane enough call that crap music, it's pure torture, the devil in person trying as hard as possible to torture our poor ears ;) So you may rest, all you metal dudes, there is no such thing as metal love, as what Him do is no more metal than it is music!
CGD has transfered me from Lisbon to Santarém, for all of you who still haven't heard the news. Well at least it means leaving Lisbon's Bronx neighbourghood but it has it's setbacks, personal setbacks not professional...
Don't hold on
Go get strong
or don't you know
there's no modern romance
Time, time is gone
it stops stops who it was
well i was wrong
it never lasts
there is no
this is no modern romance
in time, time is gone
never last stops who he was
well i was wrong
never lasts
this is no
there is no modern romance
there is no modern romance
this is no modern romance
there is no there is no
baby im afraid of a lot of things
but i aint scared of loving you
baby i know your afraid of a lot of things
but don't be scared of love
cause people will say all kinds of things
that don't mean a dam to me
cause all i see is what's in front of me
and thats you
well, ive been dragged all over the place
ive taken hits time just don't erase
and baby i can see you've been fucked with too
but that don't mean your loving days are through
cause people will say all kinds of things
that don't mean a dam to me
cause all i see is what's in front of me
and thats you
well i may be just a fool
but i know were just as cool
and cool kids they belong together
Yeah Yeah Yeahs just one of the best RnR bands in the world ;) and here goes another one...
"Maps"
Pack up
I'm straight
Enough
Oh, say say say
Oh, say say say
Oh, say say say
Oh, say say say
Oh, say say say
Wait, they don't love you like i love you
Wait, they don't love you like i love you
Ma-a-a-a-ps, wait!
They don't love you like i love you...
Made off
Don't stray
My kind's your kind
I'll stay the same
Pack up
Don't stray
Oh, say say say
Oh, say say say
Wait! they don't love you like i love you
Wait! they don't love you like i love you
Ma-a-a-aps, wait!
They don't love you like i love you...
Wait! they don't love you like i love you
Ma-a-a-aps, wait!
They don't love you like i love you...
Wait, they don't love you like i love you
Wait, they don't love you like i love you
Ma-a-a-a-ps, wait!
They don't love you like i love you...
Wait, they don't love you like i love you
Ma-a-a-a-ps, wait!
They don't love you like i love you...
Yesterday I heard this absolutely beautiful song on my favourite radio "talk-show". It's from Nada Surf's new album The Weight is a Gift, which as you can see in the review seems to be a great album.
To make a mountain of your life
Is just a choice
But I never learned enough
to listen to the voice that told me
Always love…hate will get you every time
Always love…Don’t wait till the finish line
Slow demands come 'round
Squeeze the air and keep the rest out
It helps to write it down
Even when you then cross it out
Always Love…hate will get you every time
Always Love…even when you ought to fight
Self-directed lives
I want to know what it’d be like to
Aim so high above
Any card that you get dealt, you...
Always Love…hate will get you every time
Always Love…hate will get you…
I've been held back by something
Yeah. You said to me quietly on the stairs.
I've been held back by something
Yeah. You said to me quietly on the stairs.
You said…
Hey, you could once.
Hey, you could once.
To make a mountain of your life
Is just a choice
But I never learned enough
To listen to the voice that told me
Always love…hate will get you every time
Always love…hate will get you…
I've been held back by something
Yeah. You said to me quietly on the stairs.
I've been held back by something
Yeah. You said to me quietly on the stairs
You said
Hey, you could once
Hey, you could once
Hey, you could once
I…
Yesterday a Polish I met in
This week I've been to two stages of a recruitment process for a Project called INOV Contact, I’ve passed both and next Tuesday in the afternoon I’ll have the last two stages: group dynamic (as they call it here in
But just the idea of staying apart for months or even years from those that I love destroys me, if only I could take them with me... Your home is not really a home if you don’t have those that you love close by. Life is so short, if you don’t grab the opportunity to live it with those that really matter what is it worth it? Living to work is no live at all, loving is the only thing that makes it worth while...
In CGD, I was yesterday called, at 11 AM, to do training at 3 PM in Lisbon in a place I didn’t know (yeah they like to give a really short notice, as nobody told me I was going to do training until yesterday in the middle of the morning). So there I go, after lunch, to the training location, to find out I was the only one who didn’t know about this project until that morning and I was one of the few that didn’t even have training last Wednesday (we where last resorts it seems, as we weren’t even from that regional direction). So the project is being in Universities’ campuses in the first week of school, to “sell” (give) debit cards to new students. All Universities have mandatory identification cards, which the banks take advantage of to make those cards also debit cards and get like this about 40 or 50 thousand new clients in just one week and of course, students with a high future potential.
As I’m a last minute resort it means that next week I’ll change of branch, for a week, and go to Alvalade (which is already within Lisbon and hopefully with a better type of clients) and stay there at hand and be called to which ever stand (created in each campus to “sell” the cards) that has already a queue waiting. Basically I will be running from campus to campus as a mad chicken ;) But it will be great to deal with youngsters and students instead of old people and angry people always moaning and calling us incompetent (yes we are the worse managed bank in Portugal, we are understaffed at the branches and most of the clients are unprofitable)...
I tried for the first time author cuisine and I suppose we should have chosen the same dish as risotto with asparagus could never be as good as what I ate. In the end it was a great experience, intimate, the best company in the world and it serves you right for not having accepted my invitation to eat in a certain other place, with real and good Portuguese food ;) I really would love to put my hands on the recipe of what I ate… The rest is not your business ;p
I’m afraid I won’t even dare to attempt to translate this poem, but for does who don’t understand Portuguese I’m sure you can easily find poetry by Fernando Pessoa or one of his heteronyms. This is the last dated poem of Fernando Pessoa as his heteronym: Ricardo Reis and it has a lot to do with me, what could be better on my birthday ;)
Se penso ou sinto, ignoro
Quem é que pensa ou sente.
Sou somente o lugar
Onde se sente ou pensa.
Tenho mais almas que uma.
Há mais eus do que eu mesmo.
Existo todavia
Indiferente a todos.
Faço-os calar: eu falo.
Os impulsos cruzados
Do que sinto ou não sinto
Disputam em quem sou.
Ignoro-os. Nada ditam
A quem me sei: eu escrevo.
Nem rei nem lei, nem paz nem guerra,
Define com perfil e ser
Este fulgor baço da terra
Que é Portugal a entristecer -
Brilho sem luz e sem arder,
Como o que o fogo-fátuo encerra.
Ninguém sabe que coisa quere.
Ninguém conhece que alma tem,
Nem o que é mal nem o que é bem.
(Que ânsia distante perto chora?)
Tudo é incerto e derradeiro.
Tudo é disperso, nada é inteiro.
Ó Portugal, hoje és nevoeiro...
É a Hora!
by Fernado Pessoa
Now in English some other poems, all by Fernando Pessoa or his heteronyms:
The Tobacconist's
I'm nothing.
I'll allways be nothing.
I can't even wish to be something.
Aside from that, I've got all the world's dream inside me.
Windows of my room,
The room of just one of the millions in the world nobody
knows
(And what would they know, if they knew that?),
You open on the mystery of a street people are constantly
crossing,
A street blocked off to all though,
A street that's real, impossibly real, and right,
unconsciously right,
With the mystery of things lying under live beings and
stones,
With death spreading darkness on walls and white hair on
heads,
With fate driving the cart of everything down nothingness
road.
Today I'm bowled over, as though hit by the truth.
Today I'm clearheaded, as though I were going to die,
Having no more brotherly feeling for things
Than to say good-bye, turning this house and this side of
the street
Into a line of coaches in a long train with its whistle
shrieking good-bye
From inside my head,
And a nerve-wracking, bone-cracking jerk as it moves off.
Today I'm mixed up, like someone who thought
something and grasped it, then lost it.
Today I'm torn between the allegiance I owe
Something real outside me - The Tobacco Shop across
the street,
And something real inside me - the feeling that it's all a
dream.
I failed in everything.
Since I was up to nothing, maybe it was all really
nothing.
From learning and training for anything useful I escaped
By slipping off to the country with great plans,
By found only grass and threes there,
And when there were people, they were just like any
others.
I leave the window, sit down in a chair. What should I
think about?
"The Tobacco Shop", Álvaro de Campos,
Recalling who I was, I see somebody else.
In memory the past becomes the present.
Who I was is somebody I love,
Yet only in a dream.
The longing that torments me now
Is not from me nor by the past invoked,
But his who lives in me
Behind blind eyes.
Nothing knows me but the moment,
My own memory is nothing, and I feel
That who I am and who I was
Are two contrasting dreams.
(1930)
from «ODES» in «Poems of Fernando Pessoa»
I'm begining to know myself. I don't exist.
I'm the space between what I'd like to be and what others
made of me.
Or halfe that space, because there's life there too...
So that's what I finally am...
Turn off the light, close the door, stop shuffling your
slippers out there in the hall.
Just let me at ease and all by myself in my room.
It's a cheap world.
My glance is clear like a sunflower.
I usually take to the roads,
Looking to my right and to my left,
And now and then looking behind me...
And what I see each moment
Is something I'd never seen before,
And I'm good at noticing such things...
I know how to feel the same essential wonder
That an infant feels if, on being born,
He could note he'd really been born...
I feel that I am being born each moment
Into the eternal newness of the World...
I believe in the World as in a Daisy
Because I see it. But I don't think about it
Because thinking is not understanding...
The World was not made for us to think about
(To think is to be eye-sick)
But for us to look at and be in tune with...
I have no philosophy: I have senses...
If I speak of Nature, it's not because I know what
Nature is
But because I love it, and that's why I love it,
For a lover never knows what he loves,
Why he loves or what love is...
Loving is eternal innocence,
And the only innocence is not think...
from «The keeper of Sheep» by Alberto Caeiro
To be great, be whole
To be great, be whole; exclude
Nothing, exaggerate nothing that is you.
Be whole in everything. Put all you are
Into the smallest thing you do.
The whole moon gleams in every pool,
It rides so high.
(1933)
from «Ricardo Reis ODES» (Poems of Fernando Pessoa)
I can still remember the horror that strike me when I saw the second airplane and many images of that day and of all the other uncountable fatidic days of horror afterwards. Suddenly the world became smaller, it wasn’t no longer only something that would hit the poor and political unstable countries, it hit close to us, to our loved ones, nowadays we live in an environment where we feel unsafe and insecure, although we try to keep our heads high to show all the monsters that they shall not destroy us, that we are strong and we refuse to live in fear without reacting…
It seems a whole life as passed since then, many actions where took, much more words we spoken, some right, some wrong, but we keep on dreaming because as a late Mozambique journalist once said “I haven’t last my faith in Humanity, but I no longer believe in Men.” It seems Men have lost all their faith in Humanity, they are trying as hard as they can to destroy it in name of money, power and using all the means they have in their hands: ignorance and manipulation through religion, discrimination and nationalism…
I fear that everyday that passes we are closer to the end of the world, as long as we keep on destroying our world through hate, fanatics and extremism, in search of control, power and money… as long as we keep on forgetting love, compassion and solidarity…
As if it where not enough to destroy Humanity we are also continually trying to destroy our Mother Nature, planet Earth, our only and precious house…
I’ve met an Indian who lived most of his life in USA and NY, he once told us that USA brought this to them, as much as I respect his opinion, because he lived the horror and who better can say what he thinks of the 11th of September, I think there can’t be anything a country does that justifies killing innocent people. Yes
I agree with my NY friend, we need to promote the education of the poor, we need to eradicate hunger and poverty in the world, if only we could accept that that would mean we would have to have less (materialism) but earn so much more in love, loyalty, fraternity…
I’m a dreamer in a world far from a dream, most of the times I’ve to be cynical and down to earth, otherwise all the disappointments Men have brought me would have destroyed me a long time a go… I’m a dreamer and a pacifist who believes that most of the time one cannot dream and dialogue as that always means supporting monsters that kill, destroy, control poor innocent people and who through fear are now trying to control us… If only we could all rise and fight for a better world, to march all together against corruption, manipulation and extremism, without shedding not even one little drop of blood, but that is an utopia, there will always be monsters, inhuman who will only allow this when they are killed…
Eu nao vou ler mais...: Imagine As much as I can be a cynical this is one of the most inspiring texts I've read lately, courtesy of my best friend, I can only hope I'm proved wrong and our generation may be inspired to do a dramatic revolution, our world cannot wait any longer, nor can the poor and sufferring!
Happiness can come in the form of a CD although it's kind of ironic the album is called Takk... (thank you) and it will be on sale tomorrow when I become 25 years old ;)
And on the 20th of November, at least for some hours, it will be pure, divine music, the kind of music that makes you dream, cry, feel alive, overwhelmed...
Ooh! Get me away from here I'm dying
Play me a song to set me free
Nobody writes them like they used to
So it may as well be me
Here on my own now after hours
Here on my own now on a bus
Think of it this way
You could either be successful or be us
With our winning smiles, and us
With our catchy tunes and words
Now we're photogenic
You know, we don't stand a chance
Oh, I'll settle down with some old story
About a boy who's just like me
Thought there was love in everything and everyone
You're so naive!
They always reach a sorry ending
They always get it in the end
Still it was worth it as I turned the pages solemnly, and then
With a winning smile, the poor boy
With naivety succeeds
At the final moment, I cried
I always cry at endings
Oh, that wasn't what I meant to say at all
From where I'm sitting, rain
Falling against the lonely tenement
Has set my mind to wander
Into the windows of my lovers
They never know unless I write
This is no declaration, I just thought I'd let you know goodbye
Said the hero in the story
It is mightier than swords
I could kill you sure
But I could only make you cry with these words
It seems that P&G is opening again a position for Marketing Assistant, so there is still hope... Tomorrow I'm going to do tests for a government program called INOV Contacto by which our government sends us to a foreign country to do an internship in a company for 9 months. As I only know English and Portuguese that could mean USA, UK, South Africa, Australia, Brazil... Which would mean 9 months without seeing my friends or family, so I really don't know, I just know I becoming desperate to get out of my job...
Keirsey Temperament and Myers Briggs Types
All I can see is black and white
And white and pink with blades of blue
That lay between the words I think on a page
I was meaning to send to
You I couldn't tell if it'd bring my heart
The way I wanted when I started
Writing this letter to you
But if I could you know I would
Just hold your hand and you'd understand
I'm the man who loves you
All I can be is a busy sea
Of spinning wheels and hands that feel for
Stones to throw and feet that run but
Come back home
It made no difference
Ever known, it made no difference
Ever known to me
But if I could you know I would
Just hold your hand and you'd understand
I'm the man who loves you
All I can see is black and white
And white and pink with blades of blue
That lay between the words I think on a page
I was meaning to send to
You I couldn't tell if it'd bring my heart
The way I wanted when I started
Writing this letter to you
But if I could you know I would
Just hold your hand and you'd understand
If I could you know I would
Just hold your hand and you'd understand
If I could you know I would
Just hold your hand and you'd understand
I'm the man who loves you
I'm the man who loves you
I'm the man who loves you
I'm the man who loves you
Will you comfort me, in my time of need?
Can you take away the pain of a hurtful deeds?
Cause when we need it most, there's no rain at all
And the dust just settles right there on the feed
Will you say to me a little rains gonna come
When the sky can't offer none to me
Cause I will come for you
When my days are through
And I'll let your smile just off and carry me
Cause when the calm comes down
I take the truck on into town
And buy whatever we can't seem to grow
I work these hands to bleed cause I got mouths to feed
And I got 15 dollars hid above the stove
Will you say to me a little rains gonna come
When the sky can't offer none to me
Cause I will come for you
When my days are through
And I'll let your smile just off and carry me
Cause it ain't like it was on back in those days
When everyone would offer up a hand
These old bones are worn
I've grown tired some
And I know my time is surely gonna come
Will you comfort me in my time of need
Can you take away the pain of hurtful deeds
Cause I will comfort you when my days are through
And I'll let your smile just off and carry me
Lord we married young and stayed where we came from
And gave those children everything we had
Will you stay with me, in my time of need?
Though it seems we had such little time for us
Will you say to me a little rains gonna come
When the sky can't offer none to me
Cause I will come for you
When my days are through
And I'll let your smile just off and carry me
Ryan Adams – Heartbreaker
Thank God Rock n’ Roll exists, at least for some hours we may forget our tedious lives… Last year I missed Franz Ferdinand and this year I have the chance of seeing them and Mogwai for the first time, can anything could life be any better for a few hours this night? ;)
Auf Achse - Franz Ferdinand
You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you
You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done
Now you wish she'd never come back here again
Oh, never come back here again
You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you
You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done
Now I'm nailed above you
Gushing from my side
It's with your sins that you have killed me
Thinking of your sins I die
Thinking how you'd let them touch you
How you'd never realise
That I'm ripped and hang forsaken
Knowing never will I rise
AgainYou still see her
Oh, you hear her
You want her
Oh, you want to
You see her
You still hear her
You want her
You still want to
