Somethings are said without words, others with words you don’t understand… yet, you can enjoy and say them without understanding them completely, like this song (for me at least) 
ps: though make-up can add a glamarous effect indeed, it certainly isn’t needed. 
Long gone are the days of black & white TV screens… I miss those days… I miss being asked to swap the tv channel when there were only two channels….
I guess it can be said that I have saudade from those times.
Not because I regret the new developments in knowledge or craftmanship that were learn’t on the way… no… its’ not that… its… the blend of the colors, ya know? The exponential increase in complexity to process all the diferent channels in to one coherent image… I dunno… was it really a good move? Is it worth it? To go from an 2 channels, 2 colors options to a multiverse of complexity? And did anything really change? All is the same… or worst? Or was it just our perception that changed? Was there change at all? I dunno…
I really don’t…
All I know is that sometimes… well… sometimes I miss those days. I miss when it was so simple to decide where to change. So simple to know who were the bad and the good ones. No plot twists. No funky camera effects. No messed timelines…
All was so plain. Was it not beautiful that way? Is it better this way? I dunno…
I dunno…
Maybe…
Maybe I just got colorblind now and think all is grey now… while everything is still in pristine black and white… eh… wishful thought…
*sigh
It could at least snow this year again. Snow is white. At least that would quench the cold burden of the winter…
I miss having time to think.
I miss having the joyful and untainted smile of my youth.
I miss … I miss many things.
O Homem do Leme
Sozinho na noite
um barco ruma para onde vai.
Uma luz no escuro brilha a direito
ofusca as demais.
E mais que uma onda, mais que uma maré…
Tentaram prendê-lo impor-lhe uma fé…
Mas, vogando à vontade, rompendo a saudade,
vai quem já nada teme, vai o homem do leme…
E uma vontade de rir nasce do fundo do ser.
E uma vontade de ir, correr o mundo e partir,
a vida é sempre a perder…
No fundo do mar
ja sem os outros, os que lá ficaram.
Em dias cinzentos
descanso eterno lá encontraram.
E mais que uma onda, mais que uma maré…
Tentaram prendê-lo, impor-lhe uma fé…
Mas, vogando à vontade, rompendo a saudade,
vai quem já nada teme, vai o homem do leme…
E uma vontade de rir nasce do fundo do ser.
E uma vontade de ir, correr o mundo e partir,
a vida é sempre a perder…
No fundo horizonte
sopra o murmúrio para onde vai.
No fundo do tempo
foge o futuro, é tarde demais…
E uma vontade de rir nasce do fundo do ser.
E uma vontade de ir, correr o mundo e partir,
a vida é sempre a perder…
Did you saw the night sky yesterday? You didn’t… well, you should. Looking up to the nightsky is good. It gives you perspective on many things; on how small you are and on how pointless so many fights are (if not almost all of them)… its good to look to the nightsky. I like it. Last night… well, last night it was special.
One piece of news about it too
Eh, it’s funny how things are. How sometimes all things come together and you don’t quite know how to explain them, making you feel like a kid staring in awe, while trying to act like a wise man understanding all the rules and theory of how things work and behave… but deep down, we’re all just teenagers, winging it as we go, amazed by things that have been around for so many time, that so many people have experienced… yet all this is new to us.
Eh, Strange World indeed… not in a bad way, but just in a way that we sometimes forget that that’s how it actually is, instead of the colorful, dull gray or black & white pictures we like to paint it in our brains.
It’s… I dunno. Surprisingly natural what happen yesterday, but it makes you wonder, makes you think, makes you feel things… and that is good. It open ups your mind, ya know? It was a surprisingly unexpected surprise, one that life, destiny, God, your pick, from time to time sends it on your way and you just catch it not really knowing what to expect… and thats just it – Carpe Diem -
I wonder what will happen next? What will aligned itself next? Yes, there are rules to predict them… laws constraining these things, but… in the end, all things just play out as they should… amazing isn’t it?
Eh, and with my wanderings I end with an awesome piece of art, by none other then Mr. Frank Sinatra himself… “Fly me to the moon”. Love that song.
Fly me to the moon
Let me sing among those stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby kiss me
Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you
I dream of jello, wobbling about.
A towel is always needed! You can’t roam the galaxy without one!
Cups are better then towels though… not so easy to come around with one if you’re roaming the galaxy though… but, there’s always hope to find a good one just around the corner…
The army corporal, well… I guess that one is pretty obvious…. or obviously pretty? Hmm… handsome perhaps. Hmmm… well, competent at least. Well… that’s what I think anyway…
(didn’t make any sense? good)
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