tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125410612011-12-01T07:28:16.949ZPeople I've been before that I Don't want around anymore That push and shove and won't bend to my will. Keep them still. (Edited from "Between The Bars" by Elliott Smith)Philostratehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00648970359168900438noreply@blogger.comBlogger221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12541061.post-1124314006798931022005-08-17T22:27:00.000Z2005-08-18T01:29:35.820Z

I’m back. One month out of Lisbon, too many out from England… These vacations have been… different. Instead of being a break from the rest of the year, it has been an extension from the year itself. An introspective journey to discover who the hell is inside. Pleasant at times, unpleasant most of the time. Anyway, like I said before I left, my new project is the soundtrack of a

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Estas últimas semanas têm sido muito intensas. Não tenho tido tempo para escrever no blog ou visitar os blogs que me tenho habituado a visitar.Segunda-feira passada fui convidado para fazer a banda sonora de um pequeno jogo para PC. Não terei muito tempo para o fazer, 5 meses apenas. Será um desafio muito interessante... Podem saber mais sobre o jogo em http://www.maganicwars.com/No final desta

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"No limite do silêncio... ouço."«Vagueámos pela imaginaçãoonde mantivemos conversas secretas,longe do tempo e do espaço.Longe de outras mentespartilhámos confissões,partilhámos abraçospartilhámos...e não partilhamos mais.Escapaste por entre promessasencontraste o teu espaço –ténue que seja – fora de mim.No remoto vazio vejo a tua formae satisfaço o meu apetite.Ainda que embriagado no sono,

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Sexta passada lá voltei ao bar que uma semana antes recomendara. Desta vez anotei todos os nomes e localização. O bar chama-se BlueSwing (www.blueswing.net) e situasse na Travessa Afonso Sanchez, nº6 em Cascais. A banda de que falara chama-se "Damn Nation Blues" (bom nome) com a voz de Barbara Lânguido. Caso passem por lá, digam-me alguma coisa. :) “Simplesmente” «Tão simplesO

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"O encontro"«Finas gotas de agua,De tão leves que são;Pairam no ar ao nosso encontro.Na colisão dos corpos,Passam de um Para o outro.Desenham desejos,Enquanto traçam pelos seus seiosCarícias ao abandono.Estamos em constante rebelião.Na procura,Intumescente procura,Da pessoa que há em nósAgora em perigo de explosão.»Bom fim-de-semana.

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AdrianI bow before mighty Oberon.For I am is prosperous guardianAnd a prosperous guardian son.OberonRise, for I know thee well.In your custody I've placed a pearl;Safely kept and wisely protectedUntil I asked my faithful Robin toRelease thee from thy fortune.Now, Robin has set it free andYou've came – in all your insolence –To question my lead. AdrianThou hast right, mighty Oberon.I fought and

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(Etta James) Thom York Once said that the sexiest song ever written is “Nobody Does it Better”. I used to think that his version of that song was the sexiest song ever written. This changed last Saturday. I was outside town, it was late and I felt like having a drink, so I went for a stroll. When I was about to come back to here I was staying, I eared a nice mellow-jazzy song. I figured it

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Ontem à noite ouvi um dos meus álbuns preferidos – From a Basement on a Hill, de Elliott Smith – e já quando o álbum estava a chegar ao fim, ouvi a frase “shine on me baby, ‘cus it’s raining…in my heart”. Nem sei dizer quantas vezes terei ouvido esta frase, mas ontem ficou bem claro para mim. Esta frase toca-me profundamente… Sempre que a ouço, sempre que penso nela, traço um pequeno sorriso com

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I've spent the last few days out of down, with some friends. You see, some friendships are dieing, and these, with the weight of the past on them, I felt responsible to attempt to maintain them... Friendships do not work when only one side tries to keep it moving forward, hence, I foresee a slow death for these... Oh well, we'll all live on.Surely not the happiest intro, but I will try to

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I've been away for the past few days, I took some time to relax and put my reading back on track. I finished reading Beyond Good & Evil by Friederich Nietzsche; I read Fica comigo esta noite by Inês Pedrosa, Mário Soares selection of poetry and started reading Stories salesman by Jostein Gaarder.Beyond Good & Evil is a good book, but not was good as The Antichrist. It is worthwhile to look (at

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I was going to write some kind words about my Godmother, but the things I was going to say should remain between us... Still, let it be known that you have a special place in my heart.This said, I'm still working on the song "Delusion Over Addiction". I'm taking my time with this one... :) meanwhile I wrote a new song: "Tranquil eyes". I'm quite pleased with it and I need to thank a friend, for

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"The rain mourner"«What you see,lies beneath the wish to be.Crave with the senses that eat and drink the colours we findwithin the smells of dreams left behind.Search with the depths of thy soul;And look with all the tools of thy mind.'Tough never present, never leaves nor leftfrom the place we're laid to rest.A feel too intense to have as your own;Berried in the embrace that surrounds us. Too

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New poem: O meu jardim ("My garden") and a new song called "Delusion Over Addiction" soon. I started writting the poem about 4 months ago, but only finished a few minutes ago. hope you enjoy. "O meu jardim" «Vê Margarida:Está no céu e na terra.Ouve Margarida:Teus olhos enganar-te-ão.Também ele,um dia nadou no seio do seu ser.Mas todas as histórias que te pudesse confiar,Todas – se irão

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Just been in an argument about my ex with a friend of mine... It really pisses me off that my ex has the relevance it has on my life and altough I belive that friends can't just give you a pat on the back and say "its OK", who has the right to tell me how I should feel?! Not even I have the right to do so.If I decide to hide the feelings, none says a word, they probably belive I'm over it - like

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Last night I re-discovered the pleasure of listening to Tim Hutton. I've been without earing this album for ages. It felt great. Loads of memories came back, mostly things with no special meaning, but that's what surprised me. I remembered those weekends were I would acompany my father in is quest for a house outside lisbon. I remenbered a particular weekend that I heard the album "Everything"

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(Photo by Carolina "aLmOnd" Aguiar http://www.photoblog.be/alm0nd) Beyond Good & Evil «I feel so lost...Don't even know when it began...I bearlly know whenit started showing...It'snot the void you left,and I'm sure it's not the brokenfrom your grand theft.It must be something notshowing...Why feel that I've already failed?Seems surrealthis life that I've trailed.Oh, it seems so real...And if

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It seems I was right... I accepted this feeling and I'm able to write again. Last night I wrote a new song and today a poem called "O azul do fim" (The blue of the end). I won't traslate the poem, but I'll post it here. As for the song, I don't have it with me right now, but I'll soon post it here.Altough I love to be writting again, I am still a bit worried. I want to move on and I'm not sure

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It's been really hard to write these days... I belive to have figured out why. I'm still runing, still hidding. I don't want to, but I don't want to feel the way I do when I'm not hidding...Last night I wen to a friends party. All was going well, I was enjoying myself and suddently I see her. She was there. She got there. I wasn't expecting to she her... not there.I had seen her before that night

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"Sometimes I feel like I'm falling...Fall back again, fall back again,Fall back again, fall back againOh, life it seems a struggle betweenWhat we see and what we doI'm not going to change my waysJust to please you or appease youWell look at this crowd, five billion proudWilling to punch it outRight, wrong, weak, strongAshes to ashes all fall downLook around about this roundAbout this

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I'm "tired" of not been writting here. I've been trying, but my toughts stop flowing when I start writting. Never happened before, must be just a fase...Anyway, I decided to post here things I've wrote in the past years, everytime that I try to write here and feel unable to do it.Hope you enjoy.Unnamed"Sweet is the night that brings me to your gentle kiss.Oh! if the sadest goodbye will;promise

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Têm surgido bastantes ideias sobre o que escrever aqui. Também não têm faltado falta de iniciativa... Tenho simplesmente tido enorme dificuldade em escrever o que me vêm ocupando a mente. Tenho tido dificuldade em manter uma ideia tempo suficiente para escrever sobre a mesma. E eu que soube sempre o que te escrever...De que vale um ano e oito mêses? De que vale uma paixão? Quanto vale um amor?

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"A play there is, my lord, some ten words long,Which is as brief as I have known a play;But by ten words, my lord, it is too long,Which makes it tedious; for in all the playThere is not one word apt, one player fitted:And tragical, my noble lord, it is;For Pyramus therein doth kill himself.Which, when I saw rehearsed, I must confess,Made mine eyes water; but more merry tearsThe passion of loud

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