Looking at newspapers, is like expecting winning the lottery.

You don't choose the future, it chooses you.

Vous ne choisissez pas le futur, on choisit vous.

Ihr wählt nicht die Zukunft aus, sie wählt dich aus.

Limites servem para ser ultrapassados.
Obstáculos para serem desfeitos,
Crenças para serem anuladas.
Nada se cria, nada se perde, tudo se transforma.

Antoine Lavoisier.

You are beautiful. Where are you?

Lisbon is so beautiful that it is a shame that it is being shreaded by capitalist historyless countries that are more interested in superfluous objects and oil than history heritage.  I hope the hills and old burroughs can sustain these heartless measures, and save us from this loom fate.

You are beautiful. Where are you?

All work and no love makes Jack a sad boy.
All waiting and no answers makes it hurt a little more.

You know it's over, but sometimes we fall in love,
and no one will help to support your back, they're all gone.

Why you say the end is near, when you be in love, again,
If the moment is here, and now it's over. Why you're alone?

It's so easy to laugh, easy to be kind, and love is natural and real,
If you can feel, and gentle, why are you on your own tonight?

If you are so clever, why are you on your own tonight?
With your trophies and kind, why are you on your own? Goodbye

You are here not there

You are here not there,
for more interesting it seems,
you cannot live in dreams.

You are here not there,
the dirt in the Moon isn't yours,
the Earth is your friend.

You are here not there,
stay away from the holes,
they never pertained thee.

You are here not there,
for more boring it seems,
it's from here you must live in.

Is this the world that you described Mr. Aldous Huxley

"I'm so mediocre, that the pain of the others gives me pleasure. That's why I worship football, I read sport magazines, I go to hookers, I cheat my wife, I beat my children, I drive a fancy car and don't stop talking about it, I'm arrogant, I wear flashy sunglasses at night, I talk to people with sunglasses put on, I eat like a pig, I throw food to the trash, I spit to the ground, I don't help people, I abandon animals, I immerse in TV trivialities for hours, I laugh despicably about other's misery, I escape taxes, I blabber about everything, I fart, I think taking my wife to a five start hotel to fuck her is being romantic. I do all that to feel that I'm better than others, and my friends do the same. Am I behaving properly Mr. Aldous Huxley?"