quarta-feira, 26 de setembro de 2018

Iron Sky

This is a hymn. And we should add nothing to a hymn. Just listen with the hope until the end of the year you could find another one like this.


We are proud individuals living on the city
But the flames couldn’t go much higher
We find gods and religions to
To paint us with salvation
But no one
No nobody
Can give you the power
To rise over love
And over hate
Through this iron sky
That’s fast becoming our minds
Over fear and into freedom
Oh, that’s life
Left dripping down the walls
Of a dream that cannot breathe
In this harsh reality
Mass confusion spoon fed to the blind
Serves now to define our cold society
From which we’ll rise over love
Over hate
From this iron sky
That’s fast becoming our minds
Over fear and into freedom
You just got to hold on!
You just got to hold on!
Oh oh oh oh

(To those who can hear me, I say, do not despair
The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed
The bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress
The hate of men will pass, and dictators die
And the power they took from the people will return to the people
And so long as men die, liberty will never perish
Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men
Machine men with machine minds and machine hearts!
You are not machines, you are not cattle, you are men!
You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful
To make this life a wonderful adventure
Let us use that power!
Let us all unite!)

And we’ll rise over love
And over hate
Through this iron sky
That’s fast becoming our minds
Over fear
And into freedom
Into freedom!
From which we’ll rise over love
And over hate
Through this iron sky
That’s fast becoming our minds
Over fear and into freedom
Freedom!
Oh, from which we’ll rise over love
And over hate
Through this iron sky
That’s fast becoming our minds
Over fear and into freedom
Freedom!
Freedom!
Rain on me!
Rain on me!

quinta-feira, 20 de setembro de 2018

Nuvole Bianche

Not precisely in the same compass. But if they asked me I would respond that we were on the same compass. I would respond without hesitation that it was tuned the word to be said. The day, that instant in time. Because there are several things I never had to say on my language, but I shall say in yours. Explosions of many new things everywhere and tuning.


Não precisamente no mesmo compasso. Mas se me perguntassem eu iria responder que estavamos no mesmo compasso. Responderia sem hesitar que era  tuned que se dizia. O dia, o instante no tempo. Porque há várias coisas que nunca precisei de dizer na minha língua, mas  que devo dizer na tua. Explosões de muitas coisas novas em todo o lado e sintonia.

Where Do I Even Start?

To think. Shouldn't be bad or silly. But the most natural thing. And what a challenge, team work can be. Someone will fix all these invalid arguments and bring new vibrant dreams. I feel the future in my veins. Already travelling in another country, inside this land of dust and heat full of promise. How colorful can life be. Rain is falling round the corner. And with so much rain, everything must be washed and cleaned.


quinta-feira, 13 de setembro de 2018

Deep Water

From the side view, one could see the dark ball from within the eye, perfectly convex, as one can see from space our planet. And on the edge of the circle, a blue or green sea began. I still didn't really realize if that blue had green inside but I think that, if you want, you can always have green inside everything. So, in some ways, she also could be looking but just couldn't see.


De perfil, via-se a bola escura de dentro do olho, perfeitamente convexa, como se vê do espaço o nosso planeta. E, na berma do círculo, começava um mar azul ou verde. Ainda não percebi realmente se aquele azul trazia verde por dentro mas, eu acho que se quiseres, pode haver sempre verde dentro de todas as coisas. Nalguns aspetos, ela também olhava mas não conseguia ver. 

segunda-feira, 10 de setembro de 2018

Where's My Love

III.

Just one more love song
Here and there
Long distance between
Home - that place 
that can't be wrong

A house - where 
nobody else has been
I'm not scared,
because I'm strong
I'm not alone, 
I'm getting along

And this might be
the last scene, tonight.
The pen will do just fine
and no swords to fight

Wondering why time flies
Spying all my spies
from this far from here.
But it is gonna be alright.

Just one more love song
Playing within books
full of blue skies 
where Shakespeare looks
to have wise brown eyes


sexta-feira, 7 de setembro de 2018

Miserere

Such a beautiful girl with such a beautiful voice. And the genius Ennio Morricone. Here's the result of such a combination. Miserere. But I've discover this with Perfecto Fluoro's work, that came to me as a gift. Today, a lot of good things happened: I was face to face with the letters LOVE on the street. Robert Indiana's replica. Who would say?... Here in Kuwait, four months after Indiana passed away at the age of 89. But I'm smilling with all my little daily achievements. "Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be".

segunda-feira, 3 de setembro de 2018

Into Dust

Already thinking in the morning routine. Too early to go to work, anyway. The devil out there standing close to all the prohibitions. Inspecting all the nonsense. But even though I'm having fun. If I look closer I'm having real fun. Into dust, into heat. As hot as this can get. I don't want to hurt myself. I don't know nothing about everybody else. The line of pollution in the horizon increasing every day. I never open the window in the car, but I look left. And later in the street, if this is a street, all the dust dancing around me, covering all the others faces, leaving me smiling to myself.