Não há dia que não pense em ti,
como eu queria agarrar o tempo,
talvez tenha que mudar de país,
como eu queria este momento.

Não te esqueças de mim,
quando chorares,
lembra-te de mim,
quando de mim precisares.

Tribute to Rocio Jurado (la Chipionera)

Rocio Jurado is a great spanish singer that unfortunely died very young. 61 is a very young age, and each time I hear her singing, it's impossible to feel touched. She's also a beautiful woman. If you hear her singing, immediately you start to see how big a person can be and how unfair live is. Sometimes, it seems that beautiful people die young, remaining only the useless people.


"Como yo te amo...
convencete... convencete...
nadie te amará.

como yo te amo
olvidate... olvidate,
nadie te amará."

Mosquitoes

Mosquitoes are an advanced species. They attack silently, when no one is looking. Especially male mosquitoes that don't buzz, and when you noticed that they're in your room, they already bit you.

Then you lit the lights and start looking to the ceilings or the upper side of the walls, scanning each centimeter looking for something, but you can't find anything. After ten minutes, you give up, shut the light off and fall asleep. Later on, you feel itches in you arm. "That insect firstly sucked in my left arm, now it's on my right. I'm gonna squat him with my pillow". And there you go again, start scanning the ceiling and the walls. Nothing, you can't find anything and you gave up again.

Now you cover up yourself with the sheet. Your head is the only thing that is outside the sheet. You start sweating, because the summer night is so hot. You hang on. Suddenly, he already bit both feet, right in the veins. "How he could bit my feet if they were all covered?" Your itches grow enormously and your feeling of revenge grows too. "I'm gonna kill this sucker."

You decide start looking into the floor, behind the wardrobe and the bedside tables. Nothing! You can't find anything. Furiously, you start swinging the pillow in the air, hoping that you hit something. You swing, swing. You pass desperately the pillow along the most crooked corners of the furniture. Finally, you gave up because you can't support the heat and you can't get the mosquito. You decide to go to sleep to the living room.

As you can see, these smart insects are very good. They borned in the water, they're small and fragile, but, for me, they belong to the set of the most dangerous animals, and each year, they seems to be more intelligent and advanced.

When I was a child, when I was bit by a mosquito, I could find him in the nearest wall above my head. They all buzzed, and for that reason, you knew where they were. Now, you can't find him, and when you noticed that there is a mosquito in the room, he already bit all of your body, right in the veins where it itches more.

Freewriting - a blessing technique

Free writing technique is a good way to express ourselves. Writing everything that we're thinking, neglecting punctuation and spelling, is a form to express our heart and to educate. For example, if I choose to free write only good thoughts, I'm building my strength and motivation, and this is the best aid that we can provide to ourselves.

I won't explain what is free writing, please search on the web, I'm such giving a short statement about that.

Who knows that, whilst I'm reviewing what I've written, I can see more clearly what is in my mind, and put aside all the thoughts that are really distracting me for my main focus. For example, when I write what my mind is thinking, it's very easy to find contradictions or misjudgements. Detecting these feeble points, forces me to correct them instantaneously, and moving with my life. The more sensitive points you write down and correct the faults, the more strong person you will be.

Searas

Vejo no teu pincel,
um abraço que pintas,
engrandecido pelo amarelo,
o amor do vento das searas.

São searas de trigo,
que cresceram com os anos,
nada mais meu amigo,
são golpes não sarados.

"Agarra-te a mim", dizia-me ela,
eu pensava em auto-retratos,
algo que pudesse conhecê-la,
agora são anjos caídos.

Lucha de Gigantes - Antonio Vega

Lucha de gigantes
convierte,
el aire en gas natural
un duelo salvaje
advierte,
lo cerca que ando de entrar
En un mundo descomunal
siento mi fragilidad.

Vaya pesadilla
corriendo,
con una bestia detras
dime que es mentira todo,
un sueno tonto y no mas
Me da miedo la enormidad
donde nadie oye mi voz.

Deja de enganar
no quieras ocultar
que has pasado sin tropezar
monstruo de papel
no se contra quien voy
o es que acaso hay alguien mas aqui?

Creo en los fantasmas terribles
de algun extrano lugar
y en mis tonterias
para hacer tu risa estallar

En un mundo descomunal
siento tu fragilidad.

Deja de enganar
no quieras ocultar
que has pasado sin tropezar
monstruo de papel
no se contra quien voy
o es que acaso hay alguien mas aqui?

Deja que pasemos sin miedo.

Anónimo

Num universo esparso, escuro,
de bilhete em riste, o destino,
uma viagem única vai-se tomar,
viaja-se sempre para o desconhecido.

Na luta de agarrar o descontrolo,
sem querer perder a postura,
no deixar largar para viver,
sem deixar que o vício perdure.

Numa batalha já travada por outros,
nunca a ignorância foi tão branda,
onde se aclama e procura-se a virtude,
num piano proporcional ao tamanho.

A precisão sempre criou a paixão,
uma luta que condecora quem merece,
de heróis a tentarem controlar a sabedoria,
uma luta interminável que nos envelhece.

As palavras sempre enfeitiçaram tanto,
por cada verbo proferido, um destino,
seja no passado, presente ou futuro,
as palavras servem sempre de registo.