tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46928012258685778352024-03-05T10:27:35.322+01:00de tempos a sóisRMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.comBlogger425125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692801225868577835.post-86434337997315831902023-11-26T00:11:00.001+01:002023-11-26T00:11:49.114+01:00Songwriter: Sean Rowe<div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 16px; max-height: 999999px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: white; font-family: courier;"><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">"I cannot say that I know you well</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">But you can't lie to me with all these books that you sell</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">I'm not trying to follow you to the end of the world</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">I'm just trying to leave something behind</span></span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 16px; max-height: 999999px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: white; font-family: courier;"><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">Words have come from men and mouse</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">Oh, but I can't help thinking that I have heard the wrong crowd</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">When all the water is gone my job will be too</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">So I'm trying to leave something behind</span></span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 16px; max-height: 999999px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: white; font-family: courier;"><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">Oh, money is free but love costs more than our bread</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">And the ceiling is hard to reach</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">Oh, the future ahead is broken and red</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">And I'm trying to leave something behind</span></span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 16px; max-height: 999999px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: white; font-family: courier;"><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">This whole world is a foreign land</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">We swallow the moon, but we do not know our own hand</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">Oh, we're running with the case, but we ain't got the gold</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">Yet we're trying to leave something behind</span></span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 16px; max-height: 999999px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: white; font-family: courier;"><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">My friends, I belive we are at the wrong fight</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">And I can not read what I did not write</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">I've been to his house, but the master is gone</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">Yet we're trying to leave something behind</span></span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 16px; max-height: 999999px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: white; font-family: courier;"><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">Now there is a beast who has taken my brain</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">You can put me to bed, but you can't feel my pain</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">When the machine has taken the soul from the man</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">It's time to leave something behind</span></span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 16px; max-height: 999999px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: white; font-family: courier;"><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">Oh, money is free but love costs more than our bread</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">And the ceiling is hard to reach</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">Oh, the future ahead is already dead</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">And it's time to leave something behind</span></span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 16px; max-height: 999999px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: white; font-family: courier;"><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">Now, I've got this feeling that I'm still at the shore</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">And pockets don't know what it means to be poor</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">I can get through the wall if you give me a door</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">So I can leave something behind</span></span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 16px; max-height: 999999px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: white; font-family: courier;"><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">Oh, wisdom is lost in the trees somewhere</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">Oh, you're not gonna find it in some mental gray hair</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">It's locked up from those who hurry ahead</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">And it's time to leave something behind</span></span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 16px; max-height: 999999px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: white; font-family: courier;"><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">Oh, money is free but love costs more than our bread</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">And the ceiling is hard to reach</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">When my son is a man, he will know what I meant</span></span></div><div class="ujudUb WRZytc" jsname="U8S5sf" style="font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; max-height: 999999px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: white; font-family: courier;"><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">When I was just trying to leave something behind</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="max-height: 999999px;" /><span jsname="YS01Ge" style="max-height: 999999px;">And I'm trying to leave something behind</span></span></div>RMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692801225868577835.post-61599786879381181142023-05-21T16:29:00.005+02:002023-05-21T16:32:12.689+02:00Notas 1.2.<p> 1.2. pensamento baseado em GG Jung:</p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Chega de tentar vencer o exterior, baseado apenas no teu génio.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Aceita as profundezas da tua alma, conquistando a intimidade da tua própria sombra.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Equilíbrio.</span></p>RMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692801225868577835.post-33542392089727769592023-05-21T16:25:00.009+02:002023-05-21T16:30:07.735+02:00Notas 1.1.1.1. psicoterapia:<div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Tu não tens que salvar toda a gente, apenas porque ninguém te salvou quando mais precisavas.</span></div>RMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692801225868577835.post-1171773981344899102023-05-02T23:59:00.004+02:002023-05-02T23:59:34.828+02:00Miracle<p> <span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-size: 20px;">Nobody wants to wait for little miracles (Little miracles)</span></p><div class="sngtxt" style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-size: 20px; line-height: 30px; margin: 0px auto; max-width: 600px; padding: 0px 10px;">Nobody wants to say "I'm feeling insecure" (Feeling insecure)<br />It's hard to be this big when I am feeling small (I am feeling small)<br />But I will keep on trying even when I fall<br /><br />So put one foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other<br />We gotta love one another, we gotta love one another<br />One foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other<br />We gotta love one another, we gotta love one another<br /><br />I don't want to quit before the miracle (Before the miracle)<br />(Before the miracle)<br />I don't want to quit before the miracle (Before the miracle)</div><div class="custom stixy_l " style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; float: left; font-size: 18px; text-align: center;"></div><div class="sngtxt" style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-size: 20px; line-height: 30px; margin: 0px auto; max-width: 600px; padding: 0px 10px;"><br />(Before the miracle)<br />I don't want to quit before the miracle (Before the miracle)<br />(Before the miracle)<br />I don't want to quit before the miracle (Before the miracle)<br />(Before the miracle)<br /><br />Nobody wants to wait for little miracles (Little miracles)<br />Nobody wants to say "I'm feeling so unsure" (I'm feeling so unsure)<br />It's hard to be this big when I'm feeling immature<br />But I will keep on trying even when I fall<br /><br />So put one foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other<br />We gotta love one another, w gotta love one another<br />One foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other<br />We gotta love one another, we gotta love one another<br /><br />I don't want to quit before the miracle (Before the miracle)<br />(Before the miracle)<br />I don't want to quit before the miracle (Before the miracle)<br />(Before the miracle)<div class="custom centr" style="text-align: center;"></div><br />I don't want to quit before the miracle (Before the miracle)<br />(Before the miracle)<br />I don't want to quit before the miracle (Before the miracle)<br /><br />Oh, you may not see a pot of gold<br />But rainbows are the sky's way of<br />Telling us we are enough and<br />If you wanna beat your chest ‘cause you feel the emptiness<br />Go on and feel your loneliness<br />Go on and feel your loneliness<br />Then call me ‘cause we're both in this<br /><br />I don't want to quit before the miracle<br />I don't want to quit before the miracle<br />I don't want to quit before the miracle<br />I don't want to quit before the miracle (Before the miracle)<br />(Before the miracle)<br />I don't want to quit before the miracle<br />I don't want to quit before the miracle<br />I don't want to quit before the miracle<br />I don't want to quit before the miracle (Before the miracle)<br />(Before the miracle)<br /><p style="font-size: 0.6em; font-weight: bold; margin: 5px 0px; text-transform: uppercase;">SIA - MIRACLE SONGTEXT</p></div>RMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692801225868577835.post-71886988408650189612022-12-13T12:52:00.006+01:002022-12-13T12:52:58.066+01:00Logo<p> A verdade é que ela não existe. Transforma-se, mudar de cor, forma círculos infinitos de realidades paralelas, sempre por detrás de um segredo inexistente.</p><p>Sou obrigado a desistir, renegar, sacudir, bater, abandonar.</p><p><br /></p><p>A covardia inerente à aceitação da realidade, deste verdade, trouxe-me: a esta mensagem.</p><p><br /></p><p>A questão é razoável: penso?</p><p><br /></p>RMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692801225868577835.post-70634483172939807952022-09-16T06:16:00.000+02:002022-09-16T06:16:01.409+02:00<p> Es war einmal</p>RMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692801225868577835.post-66132318502310207592022-09-07T17:01:00.027+02:002022-09-08T00:42:41.332+02:00<p> Graças a deus que não me tornei escritor.</p><p>Para já, escrevo mal. Quando releio o que escrevo, reescrevo e releio, e volto a reescrever e a reler palavra por palavra o que escrevi, até desistir. Porque, no final, são nuances, essas infinitas alterações, as quais não influenciam em nada a qualidade do texto. Muitas das vezes, pioram-no. Melhor assim.</p><p>Em segundo lugar, passei a respeitar cada vez mais os escritores e os poetas - e a simples ideia de me tornar escritor é encoberta por verdadeiros artistas a pairar no ar, em cima da minha cabeça, numa bolha cheia de caras, umas rindo-se da inocência, outras condenando a prepotência e arrogância, e ainda outras que demonstram alguma compaixão e piedade, por entenderem que esse desejo à muito que deixou de partir de um lugar egocêntrico, partindo agora de um respeito e uma admiração profunda por todos aqueles que enriqueceram e enriquecem o mundo com o seu dom.</p><p>Agora, a leveza do ser ao escrever mal dá-me asas para poder bater à máquina sem reler nem mandar fora infinitas páginas inacabadas por uma palavra, uma frase, um parágrafo ou ponto e vírgula não irem ao encontro daquilo que eu acho que Pessoa entenderia por Escrita. E, para mim, escrever para outros não pode ser menos do que isto: Camões, Pessoa, Lobo Antunes, Nietzsche, Kant, Tolstói, entre tantos, infinitos, outros.</p><p>E é graças ao Professor-Tempo que sou grato por não ter a capacidade de morrer de tristeza, angústia, saudade, amor, traição, tesão. Ou seja, todas essas lindas emoções que transformam um mero mortal num Deus por meio da escrita daquilo que vive cá dentro e apenas os (in)felizes têm a capacidade de transcrever lá para fora.</p><p>E é graças a tais divindades que me tornei crente, não precisando eu de estar num pedestal nem de ser adorado, para adorar - Viver.</p>RMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692801225868577835.post-36586142837721141412022-07-31T19:45:00.001+02:002022-07-31T19:45:13.750+02:00Te Desejo Vida<p> "Eu te desejo vida, longa vida</p><p>Te desejo a sorte de tudo que é bom</p><p>De toda alegria, ter a companhia</p><p>Colorindo a estrada em seu mais belo tom</p><p>Eu te desejo a chuva na varanda</p><p>Molhando a roseira pra desabrochar</p><p>E dias de sol pra fazer os teus planos</p><p>Nas coisas mais simples que se imaginar</p><p>E dias de sol pra fazer os teus planos</p><p>Nas coisas mais simples que se imaginar</p><p>Eu te desejo a paz de uma andorinha</p><p>No voo perfeito, contemplando o mar</p><p>E que a fé movedora de qualquer montanha</p><p>Te renove sempre, te faça sonhar</p><p>Mas se vier as horas de melancolia</p><p>Que a lua tão meiga venha te afagar</p><p>E que a mais doce estrela seja tua guia</p><p>Como mãe singela a te orientar</p><p>Eu te desejo mais que mil amigos</p><p>A poesia que todo poeta esperou</p><p>Coração de menino cheio de esperança</p><p>Voz de pai amigo e olhar de avô</p><p>Eu te desejo muito mais que mil amigos</p><p>A poesia que todo poeta esperou</p><p>Coração de menino cheio de esperança</p><p>Voz de pai amigo e olhar de avô"</p><p><br /></p><p>Flávia Wenceslau Sartori</p>RMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692801225868577835.post-8614371487221784182022-06-16T00:38:00.002+02:002022-06-16T00:38:06.983+02:00<p> Mãos no ar</p><p>Fogo no fundo</p><p>Respirar</p><p>Profundo</p><p><br /></p><p>Vibrações</p><p>Quadradas</p><p>Trazem à vida</p><p>Vozes sem retorno</p>RMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692801225868577835.post-7030107487465288172022-05-29T18:02:00.003+02:002022-05-29T18:03:48.394+02:00Unção<p>As borrifadas de poesias que entreligam as ruas</p><p>Perfumam os sentidos das nossas mentes cruas</p><p>Como nós de mãos, dadas, maciças e nuas</p><p>Embriagando, de pensamentos indecentes, estas gentes tuas.</p><p><br /></p><p>O suicídio do criativo salva-nos de despesas emocionais</p><p>Choram os crocodilos das riquezas materiais.</p><p>Acenamos e piscamos os olhos alternadamente</p><p>Na esperança de <span>que </span>o espelho se torne (numa besta) demente.</p><p><br /></p><p>Nada é para sempre, a não ser a semente</p><p>Diz-me uma voz que carinhosamente me mente</p><p>Eu refuto-a, gritando, ardentemente</p><p>Que eu sou o tenente, que nada sente, coerentemente.</p>RMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692801225868577835.post-51078484591740711922022-04-27T02:10:00.005+02:002022-04-27T02:14:07.823+02:00Issues by Baby Keem<p>"Don’t let the wolves come get you, ooh-ooh"</p><p>Spot on.</p><p>Change mother into father and it seems we all share the same destiny, don't we.</p><p>Don't open that door and follow the light.</p><p><br /></p>RMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692801225868577835.post-4217400535050793862022-03-21T13:45:00.004+01:002022-03-21T13:48:17.876+01:00Sol<p>Em plena luz do dia: uma tortura, um repensar, um ódio ao ódio, algo que me faz recriar fantasmas, entes-não queridos, os quais afogo uma e outra vez, sem nunca parecerem morrer. Ou melhor, renascem sempre que dou um banho no lago escuro que me chama como amigo de longa data.</p><p>Instantaneamente, a luz do dia compromete a minha sanidade, pois traz ao de cima monstros da noite, Escuro, Abismo, Vertigem sem fim. Serei eu algum dia capaz de caminhar sem olhar para trás.</p><p>Há amores que nunca acabarão e arrependimentos que duram para sempre. Mas, ocasionalmente, a paz: é por isto que me afogo em trabalho? Para torvar lembranças de um futuro que um dia construí e vivi, muito antes de aceitar as minhas autoimpostas barreiras metafísicas?</p><p>Por vezes sinto a cabeça tremer, em pleno dia, uma sacudir interno, como uma reprogramação, um abanar celestial, eu que durante décadas me refugiei em Deus e o mesmo número de anos o refutei. Agora, vivo no limbo.</p><p>Mas há fantasmas, amigos, que me amam e odeiam ao mesmo tempo, e isso faz-me sentir vivo. Tão vivo. Fantasmas em pessoas com uma ligação que só pode ser transportada pelo vento à velocidade da luz.<br /></p><p>e eu voltei a rezar pela paz de espírito de todos aqueles que me odeiam, principalmente aqueles que me odeiam porque me amam. Tanto à imagem de mim próprio. Egocentrismo no seu estado mais puro. Tanto que o Altruísmo fica invejoso. Haverá, de fato, amor incondicional, pergunto-me, sem que esse amor signifique amar por querer ser amado.</p><p>Enquanto escrevo estas palavras, volto a acreditar no amor, pois realizo que existem muitos mais a quem amo de que a mim próprio. Mas já não me condeno diariamente, pois aceitei a minha condição humana. Mesmo estando condenado a ser muito mais do que a maioria.</p><p>Parece estranho, mas lá está: egocentrismo. Vertigo.</p>RMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692801225868577835.post-30949431361679085232021-12-24T06:50:00.002+01:002021-12-24T06:50:13.019+01:00Um<p><span style="font-family: courier;">Eu corro apenas para descobrir que não posso fugir - de mim. É óbvio. Mas ao som de Cohen sinto o verde dos cactos soltarem espinhos quentes, marés cinzentas que trazem raios laranjas que sabem a cevada.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Não há nada como uma guitarra, uma melodia que nos diz que a viagem não faz sentido, mas que o som vale a pena a leitura.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Este cavalo selvagem, bravo, com coração de coiote, teima em não ser escrito. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Esta vida, que não empurra para um canto escuro, tão falado e temido, sussurra: eu nunca disse que ia ser montada.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Não há nada de real, apenas barulho, que traduzimos em símbolos.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Eu estou, claramente, à procura da minha sombra. O que sair do outro lado será o que tiver que ser, mas serei - eu.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Só, viajei para estar só. Algures no Pacífico estou só, mas não solitário. Felicidade, liberdade - pela primeira vez na vida, sinto que posso ser eu sem um objetivo, sem querer impressionar-me a mim mesmo. Quero-te impressionar, sim, génio da lâmpada, pois houve uma altura em que acreditava em ti e tudo fazia sentido. Agora sou um barco, cansado de navegar mas feito de madeira rija, que nunca irá afundar. Encontrei uma luzinha no fim do meu túnel, a qual me ordena: segue as ondas.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Finalmente só. Não há nada melhor que este sentimento. Será estar com Deus isto, estar só mas não solitário, desamparado?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">1.</span></p><p><br /></p>RMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692801225868577835.post-22451987561088987452021-12-13T16:11:00.004+01:002021-12-13T16:14:22.214+01:00Estou além - António Variações<p> <a href="https://youtu.be/INpw3BaXVm4">Estou além</a></p>RMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692801225868577835.post-60791223693707680232021-12-13T15:49:00.004+01:002021-12-13T16:02:07.388+01:00Prisão no céu<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_16MHtZpLOUU3ThUXs3nBp5sH7V5NiRorvf5TiL4S0kFU4yL_JE5paPL5B6CS3wmJF9nGfeMB6yu2yCOk4jZurpWg6VpAkTJq7wu3VTme30UuyYPSGW4OB6kOBIfjoX4FpCvCmMNy_oDhsJkmgSixpbMzQFMjW9sNNYDUCRohJhvTDyZkikCZRs0NkA=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_16MHtZpLOUU3ThUXs3nBp5sH7V5NiRorvf5TiL4S0kFU4yL_JE5paPL5B6CS3wmJF9nGfeMB6yu2yCOk4jZurpWg6VpAkTJq7wu3VTme30UuyYPSGW4OB6kOBIfjoX4FpCvCmMNy_oDhsJkmgSixpbMzQFMjW9sNNYDUCRohJhvTDyZkikCZRs0NkA=w225-h400" width="225" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">É uma compulsão, sem foz na comida, é uma barriga vazia gritando para o intestino cheio, de contornos, de neuronitis, os neurónios do inconsciente, num rei com bulimia, é um impulso baseado num diagnóstico de sua autópsia: Neurosen.</div><div style="text-align: right;">Estudei sem querer e sem poder regi, enquanto o olho lá em cima, parte de mim sem sangue nem carne, se ri, de tudo o que faço fica um pedaço, um bafo a bagaço, uma rima de timbre rasco, um baixo sem (re)percurssāo.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: right;">Chapelle, um dos anticristos dos dias de hoje; Jordan Peterson, Nazi; Ice Cube, republicano; Nietzsche hat Gott getötet. Obama couldn't. Buddhas, the status, themselves the archytepal idea of humbleness, painted in gold, made from gold, wanting gold.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Psicoses só costuma ter quando sonha e acorda sem saber: aconteceu? Sinal divino, uma Monad, o Lotus, irmãos a tentarem matá-lo, e o pior, com razão: e por fim a certeza de estar amaldiçoado a cada ação, das dritte Newtonsche Gesetz. Immer, wenn die Nacht kommt, o desassossego. Tagsüber, singt Sempre Ausente, demente, sem mente, mente, e diz que nada sente.</div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Wenn Du mich anschaust, ist es oft unheimlich, weil Du nicht durch mich siehst sondern in mir immer mehr hineininterpretierst als ich dir geben kann - aber geben möchte. Und somit, auch würde.</div><div style="text-align: right;">Es gibt nichts mehr, naja, vielleicht gibt es etwas, ich hoffe, ich hoffe es so sehr, chorei compulsivamente com medo, mas uma mão, uma palavra da mãe de todas as mães, a minha, und dann die Ruhe, die Hoffnung, die Freude, die Liebe - aber gleichzeitig immer da - Angst.</div>RMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692801225868577835.post-38270910976442215342021-12-12T12:00:00.002+01:002021-12-12T12:07:04.875+01:00Wandering in Thailand with this soundhttps://youtu.be/fPkM8F0sjSw RMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692801225868577835.post-36039227817970421172021-08-04T13:23:00.004+02:002021-08-04T13:24:28.302+02:00You Say<p><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixXYJ6xrXwSi1QDnPtWlf3fZ3L5hYEJig1Y2RgmFdE9vCNAfewgMvp0UgNZoj0JdZof6U4VCfJpxxAYcoi_Zw_TZsIOaS_UyCtg4xDQhV4ItJpueR9IGnoMDQ3URXPVH7gS3Y61ihhoN51/s2048/20210802_204434.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixXYJ6xrXwSi1QDnPtWlf3fZ3L5hYEJig1Y2RgmFdE9vCNAfewgMvp0UgNZoj0JdZof6U4VCfJpxxAYcoi_Zw_TZsIOaS_UyCtg4xDQhV4ItJpueR9IGnoMDQ3URXPVH7gS3Y61ihhoN51/w400-h225/20210802_204434.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br />"I keep fighting voices in my mind that say I'm not enough</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Every single lie that tells me I will never measure up</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Am I more than just the sum of every high and every low?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Remind me once again just who I am because I need to know</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Ooh oh</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">You say I am loved when I can't feel a thing</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">You say I am strong when I think I am weak</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">And You say I am held when I am falling short</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">And when I don't belong, oh You say I am Yours</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">And I believe, (I) oh I believe (I)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">What You say of me (I)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">I believe</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">The only thing that matters now is everything You think of me</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">In You I find my worth, in You I find my identity</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Ooh oh</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">You say I am loved when I can't feel a thing</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">You say I am strong when I think I am weak</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">And You say I am held when I am falling short</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">When I don't belong, oh You say I am Yours</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">And I believe, (I) oh I believe (I)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">What You say of me (I)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Oh, I believe</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Taking all I have and now I'm laying it at your feet</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">You have every failure God, You have every victory</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Ooh oh</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">You say I am loved when I can't feel a thing</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">You say I am strong when I think I am weak</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">You say I am held when I am falling short</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">When I don't belong, oh You say I am Yours</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">And I believe, (I) oh I believe (I)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">What You say of me (I)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">I believe</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Oh I believe, oh</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Yes I believe, oh</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">What You say of me</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Oh I believe"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Lauren D</span><span style="font-family: courier;">aigl</span></p>RMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692801225868577835.post-44744506927966339702021-06-06T15:34:00.002+02:002021-06-06T15:34:21.556+02:00The Last Man on the Earth<p> <span></span></p><div class="ujudUb"><span>Who are you to ask for anything more?</span><br /><span>Do you wait for your dancing lessons to be sent from God?</span><br /><span>You'd like his light to shine on you</span></div><div class="ujudUb"><span> </span></div><div class="ujudUb"><span>You've really missed a trick when it comes to love </span><br /><span>Always seeking what you don't have like what you do ain't enough</span><br /><span>You'd like a light to shine on you</span></div><div class="ujudUb"><span> </span></div><div class="ujudUb"><span>And every book you take</span><br /><span>And you dust off from the shelf</span><br /><span>Has lines between lines between lines</span><br /><span>That you read about yourself</span><br /><span>But does a light shine on you?</span></div><div class="ujudUb"><span> </span></div><div class="ujudUb"><span>And when your friends are talking</span><br /><span>You hardly hear a word</span><br /><span>You were the first person here</span><br /><span>And the last man on the Earth</span><br /><span>But does a light shine on you?</span></div><div class="ujudUb"><span> </span></div><div class="ujudUb"><span>Who are you to ask for anything else?</span><br /><span>The thing you should be asking is for help</span></div><div class="ujudUb"><span> </span></div><div class="ujudUb"><span>You'd like a light to shine on you </span><br /><span>Let it shine on you</span><br /><span>Let it shine on you</span></div><div class="ujudUb"><span> </span></div><div class="ujudUb"><span>A penny for your truth</span><br /><span>Will I'll hedge my bets on love?</span><br /><span>'Cause it's lies after lies after lies</span><br /><span>But do you even fool yourself?</span><br /><span>And then a light shines on you</span></div><div class="ujudUb"><span> </span></div><div class="ujudUb WRZytc"><span>And when your friends are talking</span><br /><span>You hardly hear a word</span><br /><span>You were the first person here</span><br /><span>And the last man on the Earth</span><br /><span>But the light</span></div><p></p><div class="j04ED">Quelle: <a data-ved="2ahUKEwiH9-rQjoPxAhXphP0HHW33BisQ5s4FMAJ6BAgGEAY" href="https://www.lyricfind.com/">LyricFind</a></div><span><div class="auw0zb">Songwriter: Ellie Rowsell / Joff Oddie / Theo Ellis / Joel Amey</div><div class="auw0zb">Songtext von The Last Man on Earth © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.</div></span>RMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692801225868577835.post-70940059710675627912021-04-26T17:19:00.005+02:002021-04-26T17:19:52.819+02:00<p><span style="font-family: courier;">"Antigamente enfrentar medo era fugir de bala, hoje em dia enfrentar medo é andar de avião, antigamente eu só queria derrubar o sistema, hoje o sistema me paga pra cantar irmão, eu sou daqueles que dá o papo reto e vive torto, assim é fácil né? Igual um médico fumante ou tipo querer descansar e continuar de pé" (Djonga – Junho de 1994)</span><br /></p>RMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692801225868577835.post-9751788953970322412021-04-15T02:03:00.005+02:002021-04-15T02:03:41.884+02:00<p>Estou a começar a deixar de sentir este peso sobre mim.</p><p><br /></p><p>E por vezes sinto uma tristeza mundana que me envaidece.</p>RMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692801225868577835.post-31739498802723895122021-04-03T13:08:00.002+02:002021-04-03T13:09:15.018+02:00Ócio<p>Que bom que é aprender sem medo de enlouquecer. Manuel Cuenca Cabeza e Jaume Trilla, por mão da Universidade Aberta e de uma professora espetacular, ensinaram-me o que é, realmente, o Ócio. Creio que, depois de algum tempo refletindo e pondo em prática os seus ensinamentos, posso afirmar que este conceito pode muito bem ter-me salvado a vida.</p><p>Algo tão óbvio, com vários livros e artigos que, em detalhe, me ensinam o que é viver ativamente de forma cada vez menos prescrita e, precisamente, não-passiva.</p><p>Aprender a aprender tem sido, desde a três anos, o meu principal ócio. Agora basta continuar a fazê-lo de forma consciente.</p><p>"Vou sempre a jogo quando me convidas<br />E apenas sei que perco sempre a mão<br />Há no baralho amor e solidão<br />E atraiçoa-me o tempo às escondidas<br /> <br />As coisas sendo assim são o que são<br />Com gaivotas de sombra repetidas<br />E as cartas já todas distribuídas<br />Eu apostei a alma e o coração<br /> <br />As ilusões passaram das medidas<br />E em noites tresloucadas de paixão<br />Trazes um cheiro a fado e a perdição<br />E dás cabo de mim e não duvidas<br /> <br />Nessas linhas que tens na tua mão<br />Há estrelas cadentes esquecidas<br />E é na sina febril das nossas vidas<br />Que eu vou morrer da tua ingratidão"<br /><br />Morrer De Ingratidão<br />Carlos do Carmo, Maria João Pires <br /><br />Compositores: António Vitorino De Almeida<span></span></p><div class="PZPZlf" data-lyricid="Musixmatch97382481"><div class="bbVIQb"><div class="ujudUb WRZytc xpdxpnd" data-mh="89" data-mhc="1" style="max-height: 89px;"><span> </span></div></div></div><br /><span><div class="PZPZlf" data-lyricid="Musixmatch97382481"><div class="bbVIQb"><div class="ujudUb WRZytc xpdxpnd" data-mh="89" data-mhc="1" style="max-height: 89px;"><span></span></div></div></div></span><p></p>RMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692801225868577835.post-60918483444189178222021-03-07T00:44:00.003+01:002021-03-08T11:36:55.542+01:00Luther<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH_86DrqoLRBRCy52OBIaDfJXYj_PexuYfrNC_HjUJFp3YiUZKqHwsvRyfByVIX42wKniINNBgjfiHz8AjruLof7oS7Da_CrpSvw3l1gzhSop5m3ENA17SzoxJ7ey1YuyKctHaCG5uB7lE/s1280/AAAABXPY6M8JqFc4VJUz08AgMum00xs_BTTEzuv0POdOYKVMMvLrBTb7791lVtOGi43wa56vuLJXSoA5aigc8VaMLaowoSnn.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH_86DrqoLRBRCy52OBIaDfJXYj_PexuYfrNC_HjUJFp3YiUZKqHwsvRyfByVIX42wKniINNBgjfiHz8AjruLof7oS7Da_CrpSvw3l1gzhSop5m3ENA17SzoxJ7ey1YuyKctHaCG5uB7lE/s320/AAAABXPY6M8JqFc4VJUz08AgMum00xs_BTTEzuv0POdOYKVMMvLrBTb7791lVtOGi43wa56vuLJXSoA5aigc8VaMLaowoSnn.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>Boom!</p><p>Uma brilhante metáfora. Não perfeita, apenas brilhante, para quem estiver interessado em deixar detalhes de lado e olhar somente para dentro de um pï finito.</p><p><br /></p><p>"I just need more time".</p><p><br /></p><p>No fim, muitas vezes é isto</p>RMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692801225868577835.post-74793570493138439932021-01-30T15:21:00.002+01:002021-03-07T00:48:25.837+01:00Weck mich bitte auf"Wir leben in einem Land, in dem mehr Schranken steh'n als es Wege gibt,<br />Mehr Mauern als Brücken, die Stimmung ist negativ.<br />Und die Alten fragen: Warum rauch ich täglich Weed<br />Und warum sind ich und meine ganze Generation so depressiv?<br />Wir sind jeden Tag umgeben von lebenden Toten,<br />Umgeben von Schildern, die uns sagen: Betreten Verboten!<br />Umgeben von Skinheads, die Türken und Afrikanern das Leben nehmen,<br />Während Bullen daneben steh'n, um Problemen aus dem Weg zu geh'n.<br />Umgeben von Jasagern, die alles nur nachlabern,<br />Denen kaltes, dunkles Blut pumpt durch die Schlagadern,<br />Umgeben von Kinderschändern, die grad mal Bewährung kriegen,<br />Genau wie die scheiß Nazis, deren Opfer unter der Erde liegen.<br />Hat dieses Land wirklich nicht mehr zu bieten<br />Als ein paar Millionen Arschgesichter mit 'ner Fresse voller Hämorrhoiden?<br />Die meinen, dies Land sehr zu lieben, doch sind nicht sehr zufrieden.<br />Paßt zu eurem Frust - oder warum seid ihr hier geblieben?<br />Ich muß mich von euch ganzen Schlappschwänzen abgrenzen,<br />All den ganzen Hackfressen, die mich jeden Tag stressen.<br />Es sind die gleichen Leute an der Spitze, die sich satt essen<br />Und Minderheiten werden zur Mehrheit und trotzdem vergessen.<div><br />Weck mich bitte auf aus diesem Albtraum.<br />Menschen seh'n vor lauter Bäumen den Wald kaum.<br />Man versucht uns ständig einzureden,<br />Daß es noch möglich wär', hier frei zu leben.<div>Weck mich bitte auf aus diesem Albtraum.<br />Menschen seh'n vor lauter Bäumen den Wald kaum.<br />Ich und du und er und sie und es sind<br />Besser dran, wenn wir uns selber helfen.</div><div><br />Ich bin der Typ, der kurz nach Beginn der Party schon geht,<br />Weil ich nicht feiern kann, solange ich in Babylon leb.<br />Wir haben miese Karten, regiert von Psychopathen,<br />Verwaltet von Bürokraten, die keine Gefühle haben.<br />Kontrolliert von korrupten Cops, die oft Sadisten sind,<br />Verdächtige suchen nach rassistischen Statistiken,<br />Gefüttert von Firmen, die uns jahrzehntelang vergifteten,<br />Informiert durch Medien, die's erst zu spät berichteten.<br />Scheiß auf'n Unfall im Pkw, Schäden von THC,<br />Wir hab'n bald alle BSE.<br />Und du schaust noch auf dein EKG, bevor dein Herz stoppt<br />Und denkst: 'Auf'n dickes Steak hätt' ich trotzdem jetzt Bock.'<br />Verdammt nochmal! Gehirnwäsche pur, rund um die Uhr,<br />Und Vater Staat schlägt und vergewaltigt Mutter Natur.<br />Die scheiß Politiker dienen der dunklen Seite wie Darth Vader<br />Und haben 'nen Horizont von circa einem Quadratmeter.<br />Keine eigene Meinung, doch zehn eigene Ratgeber.<br />Die schwachsinnigen Scheiß reden als hätten sie'n Sprachfehler,<br />Hoffen, die braven Wähler zahlen weiterhin gerne Steuergelder,<br />Doch ich bin hier, um Alarm zu schlagen wie'n Feuermelder.</div><div><br />Weck mich bitte auf aus diesem Albtraum.<br />Menschen seh'n vor lauter Bäumen den Wald kaum.<br />Man versucht uns ständig einzureden,<br />Daß es noch möglich wär', hier frei zu leben.<br />Weck mich bitte auf aus diesem Albtraum.<br />Menschen seh'n vor lauter Bäumen den Wald kaum.<br />Ich und du und er und sie und es sind<br />Besser dran, wenn wir uns selber helfen.</div><div><br />Was sagt wohl Schröder dazu? Ich glaub, ich ruf ihn mal an.<br />Sag zu ihm: Gerhard, schau dir doch unsere Jugend mal an.<br />Ein Drittel starrt mit offenem Mund auf ihre Playstations,<br />Das zweite Drittel feiert im Exzess als Rave-Nation<br />Abhängig von teuflischen pharmazeutischen Erzeugnissen,<br />Weil sie nicht wußten was diese scheiß Drogen bedeuteten.<br />Das dritte Drittel hängt perspektivlos rum auf deutschen Straßen,<br />Kids mit dreizehn Jahren zieh'n sich schon dies weiße Zeug in die Nase,<br />Die keine Ziele, aber nur Träume haben und das sind meist teure Wagen,<br />Sie planen ihr Leben nicht weiter als heute abend,<br />Denken zur Not geht es wie bei Nintendo noch neu zu starten,<br />Scheißen drauf, ob sie bald sterben - wer will schon alt werden?<br />In diesem Land, in dem mehr Schranken stehn als es Wege gibt,<br />Mehr Mauern als Brücken, die Stimmung ist negativ.<br />Für die Alten: Darum rauchen wir täglich Weed<br />Und deshalb sind ich und meine ganze Generation so depressiv.</div><div><br />Weck mich bitte auf aus diesem Albtraum.<br />Menschen seh'n vor lauter Bäumen den Wald kaum.<br />Man versucht uns ständig einzureden,<br />Daß es noch möglich wär', hier frei zu leben.<br />Weck mich bitte auf aus diesem Albtraum.<br />Menschen seh'n vor lauter Bäumen den Wald kaum.<br />Ich und du und er und sie und es sind<br />Besser dran, wenn wir uns selber helfen."<br /><br />Xavier Naidoo</div></div>RMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692801225868577835.post-74923196986503219532021-01-20T10:13:00.005+01:002021-01-20T10:13:56.240+01:00<p><span style="font-family: courier;">"Es liegt noch was vor uns,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Das Leben liegt vor uns</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Spürst du die Vorhut</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier;">Aufkommenden Frohmut?"</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Compositores: Xavier Naidoo / Philippe Van Eecke</span></p>RMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692801225868577835.post-24172841668740434532020-12-24T03:31:00.003+01:002021-03-07T01:55:44.130+01:00Ad AstraVery Hollywooded and still, I loved it:<br /><br /><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#">Roy McBride</a>: I'm steady, calm. I slept well, no bad dreams. I am active and engaged. I'm aware of my surroundings and those in my immediate sphere. I'm attentive. I am focused on the essentials, to the exclusion of all else. I'm unsure of the future but I'm not concerned. I will rely on those closest to me, and I will share their burdens, as they share mine. I will live and love.RMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474830525153135286noreply@blogger.com0