Deia

"Eternos moradores do luzente Estelífero pólo, e claro assento, Se do grande valor da forte gente De Luso não perdeis o pensamento, Deveis de ter sabido claramente, Como é dos fados grandes certo intento, Que por ela se esqueçam os humanos De Assírios, Persas, Gregos e Romanos." From "Os Lusiadas", Luis de Camoes, Canto I

"Aquela Clara Madrugada"

Aquela clara madrugada que viu lagrimas correrem no teu rosto e alegre se fez triste como se chovesse de repente em pleno Agosto Ela so viu meus dedos nos teus dedos meu nome no teu nome. E demorados viu nossos olhos juntos nos segredos que em silencio dissemos separados A clara madruga em que parti So ela viu teu rosto olhando a estrada por onde um automovel se afastava E viu que a Patria estava toda em ti E ouviu dizerem-me "Adeus" essa palavra que fez tao triste a clara madrugada Manuel Alegre, "O Canto e as Armas"

Words like violence

Words like violence Break the silence Come crashing inInto my little world Painful to me Pierce right through me Cant you understand Oh my little girl All I ever wanted All I ever needed Is here in my arms Words are very unnecessary T hey can only do harm Vows are spoken To be broken Feelings are intense Words are trivial Pleasures remain So does the pain Words are meaningless And forgettable All I ever wanted All I ever needed Is here in my arms Words are very unnecessary They can only do harm Enjoy the silence Depeche Mode

A Thought Registered in Time

The house is warm. In the middle of the room, the fire swings it’s flames up, in a dance of hues and yellows. I should really be working on a contract, but somehow my enthusiasm for it does not overcome my doubts about it. I thought it was going to be the golden key to commence our journey, just as promised. I hadn’t counted on the fear factor! Keep forgetting to remember people’s tendencies in a desperate attempt at believing. Never seem to learn. And the worse is that I believe it is real each time. The disillusion makes it more and more difficult, to start believing in the next dream. The nightmare periods become more obscure and the atrocities one can do to oneself are exponentially more sadistic each time. V