2 anos!

Have you met Maggie?
















Nice girl. True story!

Like a Hobo



Charlie Winston - Like a Hobo

I’ve always known
Since I was a young boy
In this world, everything’s as good as bad
Now my father told me always speak a true word
And I have to say that is the best advice I’ve had
Because something burns inside of me
It’s everything I long to be
And lies they only stop me from feeling free


Like a hobo from a broken home
Nothing’s gonna stop me
Like a hobo from a broken home
Nothing’s gonna stop me


I’ve never yearned for anybody’s fortune
The less I have the more I am a happy man
Now my mother told me always keep your head on
Because some may praise you just to get what they want
And I said mama I am not afraid
They will take what they will take
And what would life be like without a few mistakes


Like a hobo from a broken home
Nothing’s gonna stop me
Like a hobo from a broken home
Nothing’s gonna stop me

Só mais uma volta



Tiago Bettencourt & Mantha


Só mais uma volta
Só mais uma volta a mim
Só mais uma volta desta ninguém vai cair
Só mais uma vez que vês que ninguém está aqui
Queres só mais uma volta desta ninguém vai cair

Tempo frio afasta o tempo que nos afastou
Primavera lança o laço que nos amarrou
Tempo quente dá vontade de não resistir
Vai só mais uma volta desta ninguém vai cair

Diz-me ao que queres jogar que eu vou querer também
diz-me quanto queres de mim para te sentires bem
não te vejo bem ao longe não sei distinguir
Queres só mais uma volta e desta ninguém vai cair

Ainda te sinto a seguir o rasto que deixo a correr
ainda penso em ti... pensa em mim, mas só mais uma
vez.

diz-me quanto tens de honesto quanto tens de bom
diz-me quantas provas queres diz-me quanto sou
Já não sinto nada dentro não sei perceber...
Vai só mais uma volta, desta ninguém vai dizer.

The Captain


The Captain by Biffy Clyro


Angels fall to the floor
Like they would if I was captain
Silver children, She roared
I'm not the son of God
Somebody help me sing
Can anybody hear me?
Liars and lovers combine tonight
We're gonna make a scene

Somebody help me sing whoaaa oh oh
Somebody help me sing whoaaa oh oh

Help me be captain of
Our crippled disguises
I won't show what's underneath
It's time for surprises
I can't climb up your ladder
I can't ride your horse
I've swallowed half an hourglass
So now the landscape is swollen up

I gave birth to a fire
It's like it's features where burning
I'm in control, I am the son of God
Somebody help me sing
Can anybody hear me?
Line up your soldiers one final time
We're gonna have a ball

Somebody help me sing whoaaa oh oh
Somebody help me sing whoaaa oh oh

Help me be captain of
Our crippled disguises
I won't show what's underneath
It's time for surprises
I can't climb up your ladder
I can't ride your horse
I've swallowed half an hourglass
So nowhe landscape is swollen up

Let's throw death away

GUSC

  
Será que conseguem conhecer aqui alguém?

Sometime Around Midnight



The Airborne Toxic Event
Sometime Around Midnight

And it starts...
sometime around midnight
or at least that's when
you lose yourself
for a minute or two

As you stand...
under the barlights
and the band plays some song
about forgetting yourself for a while
and the piano's this melancholy soundcheck
to her smile
And that white dress she's wearing
you haven't seen her
for a while

But you know...
that she's watching
She's laughing, she's turning
she's holding her tonic like a crux
The room suddenly spinning
she walks up and asks how you are
so you can smell her perfume
you can see her lying naked in your arms

And so there's a change...
in your emotions
and all of these memories come rushing
like feral waves to your mind
of the curl of your bodies
like two perfect circles entwined
and you feel hopeless, and homelss
and lost in the haze
of the wine

And she leaves...
with someone you don't know
but she makes sure you saw her
she looks right at you and bolts
As she walks out the door
your blood boiling
your stomach in ropes
and when your friends say what is it
you look like you've seen a ghost

And you walk...
under the streetlights
and you're too drunk to notice
that everyone is staring at you
and you so care what you look like
the world is falling
around you

You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her

and you know that she'll break you in two

Estranho

Whisky Mundo Novo
dR. Estranho Amor


Guarda-me meu anjo
Perdi-me por aí
Venho procurar-te
Ando à procura de mim

Mata-me o tédio
Agita-o antes de usar
Bebo de um cacho
E, se perdido, voltei a ganhar

Quero um mundo novo p'ra mudar
Ópio para o povo lá chegar
Dá-me whisky novo para a voz subir mais alto
Nós não estamos sós

Sigo por desejo
Espero por um sinal
E depois do adeus
Tu vens comigo, afinal

Mata-me o tédio
Agita-o antes de usar
Bebo de um cacho
E, se perdido, voltei a ganhar

Quero um mundo novo p'ra mudar
Ópio para o povo lá chegar
Dá-me whisky novo para a voz subir mais alto
Nós não estamos sós

Quero um mundo novo p'ra mudar
Ópio para o povo lá chegar
Dá-me whisky velho para dois
E o novo mundo fica pra depois


Funny



Dave Matthews Band

Lying in the park on a beautiful day
Sunshine in the grass and the children play
Sirens pass and fire engine red
Someone’s house is burning down
On a day like this
And evening comes and were hanging out
On the front step and a car goes
By with the windows rolled down
And that war song is playing
Why can’t we be friends?
Someone is screaming and crying
In the apartment upstairs

Chorus
Funny the way it is
If you think about it
Somebody’s going hungry
And someone else is eating out
Funny the way it is, not right or wrong
Somebody’s heart is broken
And it becomes your favorite song

The way your mouth feels
In a lovers kiss
Like a pretty bird on a breeze
Or water to a fish
A bomb blast brings a building
Crashing to the floor
Hear the laughter
While the children play war

Chorus
Funny the way it is
If you think about it
One kid walks 10 miles to school
Another’s dropping out
Funny the way it is, not right or wrong
On a soldier’s last breath
His baby is being born

Standing on a bridge
Watch the water passing under me
It must have been much harder
When there was no bridge just water
Now the world is small
Compared to how it used to be
With mountains and oceans and winters
And rivers and stars

Watch the sky
A jet plane so far out of my reach
Is there someone up there
Looking down on me?
A boy chase a bird
So close but every time
He never catch her
But he can’t stop trying

Chorus
Funny the way it is
If you think about it
One kid walks 10 miles to school
Another’s dropping out
Funny the way it is, not right or wrong
On a soldier’s last breath
His baby’s being born

Funny the way it is
Not right or wrong
Somebody’s broken heart
Becomes your favorite song
Funny the way it is
If you think about it
One kid walks 10 miles to school
Another’s dropping out

Standing on a bridge
Watch the water passing under me
It must have been much harder
When there was no bridge just water
Now the world is small
Compared to how it used to be
With mountains and oceans and winters
And rivers and stars

Rubber Lover

Magnificent

U2 - Magnificent



I was born
I was born to be with you
In this space and time
After that and ever after I haven't had a clue
Only to break rhyme
This foolishness can leave a heart black and blue

Only love, only love can leave such a mark
But only love, only love can heal such a scar

I was born
I was born to sing for you
I didn't have a choice but to lift you up
And sing whatever song you wanted me to
I give you back my voice
From the womb my first cry, it was a joyful noise

Only love, only love can leave such a mark
But only love, only love can heal such a scar

Justified till we die, you and I will magnify
The magnificent
Magnificent

Only love, only love can leave such a mark
But only love, only love unites our hearts

Justified till we die, you and I will magnify
The magnificent
Magnificent
Magnificent

Pearl Jam - Wishlist



I wish I was a neutron bomb
for once I could go off
I wish I was a sacrifice
but somehow still lived on

I wish I was a sentimental
ornament you hung on
the Christmas tree, I wish I was
the star that went on top

I wish I was the evidence
I wish I was the grounds
for fifty million hands up raised
and opened toward the sky

I wish I was a sailor with
someone who waited for me
I wish I was as fortunate
as fortunate as me

I wish I was a messenger
and all the news was good
I wish I was the full moon shining
off a camaro's hood.

I wish I was an alien
at home behind the sun
I wish I was the souvenir
you kept your house key on

I wish I was the pedal break
that you depended on
I wish I was the verb to trust
and never let you down

I wish I was the radio song
the one that you turned up
I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish
I guess it never stops

Knights of Cydonia



Come ride with me
Through the veins of history
I'll show you a God
Who falls asleep on the job

And how can we win
When fools can be kings
Don't waste your time
Or time will waste you

No one's gonna take me alive
The time has come to make things right
You and I must fight for our rights
You and I must fight to survive

No one's gonna take me alive
The time has come to make things right
You and I must fight for our rights
You and I must fight to survive

No one's gonna take me alive
The time has come to make things right
You and I must fight for our rights
You and I must fight to survive

PARABÉNS



Like a flower
Waiting to bloom
Like a lightbulb
In a dark room
Im just sittin here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on

Like the desert waiting for the rain
Like a school kid waiting for the spring
Im just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on

My poor heart
It's been so dark
Since you've been gone
After all your the one who turns me off
You're the only one who can turn me back on

My hi-fi is waiting for a new tune
My glass is waiting for some fresh ice cubes
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
Turn me on

Assunto’s Diferente’s

Hoje vou optar por uma abordagem diferente do habitual e escrever alguma coisa, ou pelo menos tentar.

O que me leva a isto é a necessidade de expressar as minhas insatisfações e coisas simples que me põem a pensar sobre determinadas situações que uma grande parte de pessoas insiste em fazer por força da predominância da ignorância que se espalha com grande velocidade levando aqueles, que não padecem do mesmo defeito, a pensar: “olha, toda a gente faz assim, por isso deve ser mesmo assim que se faz!”. E eu pergunto: Mas quem é que manda aqui? Todos sabemos que nos últimos tempos temos sido liderados por inúmeros energúmenos que dificilmente têm contas a acertar com a inteligência mas não nos devemos deixar ser influenciados pela maioria ou pelos supostos importantes. E perguntam vocês: "E isso tudo para quê?" … Não ouvi nada. … "E isso tudo para quê?" Ah, agora sim.

Neste momento, o que me causa algum transtorno é o facto de haver gente que insiste em colocar um apóstrofo sempre que fazem o plural de uma sigla. Passo a exemplificar: CD’s, DVD’s, PC’s entre outras. Mas isto não se prende ao caso de estas siglas serem formadas por palavras em língua estrangeira. O mesmo acontece com siglas de palavras portuguesas. Por exemplo, as aulas existentes no meu departamento estão divididas em Teóricas, Teórico-Práticas, e Práticas Laboratoriais. Isto é muitas vezes descrito como: T, TP’s e PL’s, o que me faz espécie na medida em que se “esticarmos” as siglas, estas dizem: T: Teórica, TP: Teórico-Prática, PL: Práticas Laboratoriais e também CD: Compact Disc, DVD: Digital Versatil Disc, PC: Personal Computer. Agora façamos o plural das mesmas: Compact Discs, Digital Versatil Discs e Personal Computers.

Com isto eu questiono-me: Onde está o apóstrofo agora? Só vale usar apóstrofo se for em sigla? Isso é estúpido, no mínimo. E o mesmo se aplica às siglas portuguesas. Usar apóstrofo para fazer plurais não existe, nem em português, nem em inglês. Se calhar até se usa naquelas línguas africanas em que falam por estalidos e coisas do género mas em português não se usa, nem com o novo acordo ortográfico (essa é outra que também tem pano para mangas).

Agora, para finalizar, no fim, espero eu, tenho uma coisa a dizer a quem faz uso desta macacada que acabei de descrever e de demonstrar o meu repúdio: ganhem juízo!
E com esta me vou na esperança de tentar fazer levantar outras vozes com a mesma opinião e por outro lado tentar envergonhar quem tem opinião contrária.
Cumprimentos, e até uma próxima.

Life In Technicolor



There's a wild wind blowing
Down the corner of my street
Every night there the headlights are glowing
As a cold war coming on the radio I heard
Baby, it's a violent world!

Oh, love, don't let me go!
Won't you take me where the streetlights glow?
I can hear it coming
I can hear the siren sound
Now my feet won't touch the ground.

Time came a-creeping
Oh, and time's a loaded gun
Every road is a ray of light
It goes oooooonnnnÂ…
Time only can lead you on
Still it's such a beautiful night

Oh, love, don't let me go!
Won't you take me where the streetlights glow?
I can hear it coming
Like a serenade of sound
Now my feet won't touch the ground.

Gravity, release me
And don't ever hold me down,
Now my feet won't touch the ground.

Pai!

Para ti, meu Pai, um grande abraço de Parabéns!

Such a Rush


Such a rush to do nothing at all
Such a fuss to do nothing at all
Such a rush to do nothing at all

Such a rush to get nowhere at all
Such a fuss to do nothing at all
Such a rush

And it's just like you said
It's just like you'll say

Such a rush to do nothing at all
Such a fuss to get nowhere at all
Such a rush, such a rush

And it's just like you said
It's just like you'll say

So slow down please
Just slow down
So slow down please
Just slow down

Such a rush (x 15)

Looking at a paper
Going after money
Far too many people
Looking for their money
Everybody's out there
Trying to get money
Why can't you just tell me
Trying to get money
Rush

Such a rush
Don't rush

Such a rush (x 6)

Comunidade

Nesta foto aparecem apenas 15 rolas porque só dá para tirar a foto para um lado. Atrás da máquina estariam muitas mais...
Foto tirada na Quinta da Choroa em Setembro de 2007

Brilho!

Foto tirada ao fim da tarde, na Quinta da Choroa

Movimento

Confusão!

...

...
... que vazio ...
...
... porquê? ...
...

Só para quem sabe.

I feel it in my fingers
I feel it in my toes
Love is all around me
And so the feeling grows
It's written on the wind
It's everywhere I go, oh yes it is
So if you really love me
Come on and let it show

You know I love you, I always will
My mind's made up by the
Way that I feel
There's no beginning,

There'll be no end
'cause on my love you can depend

I see your face before me
As I lay on my bed
I kinda get to thinking
Of all the things you said, oh yes I did
You gave your promise to me and i
Gave mine to you
I need someone beside me

In everything I do, oh yes I do
You know I love you, I always will,
My mind's made up by the
Way that I feel
There's no beginning,

There'll be no end
'cause on my love you can depend
Got to keep it moving
Oh it's written in the wind
Oh everywhere I go, yeah, oh well
So if you really love me, love me, love me
Come on and let it show
Come on and let it show
Come on and let it
Come on and let it (come and let it show, baby)
Come on, come on, come on let it show baby
Come on and let it show
Come on and let it show, baby
Come on and let it show

Chuva...Sol...

Quinta da Choroa, Setembro de 2006, após uma chuvada, o sol voltou e reflectiu-se nas gotas de água acumuladas nas couves da horta.

Zoom 12x

Esta foto foi tirada no Algarve, na marinha de Vilamoura, com a máquina do pai. De interesse, a capacidade de aproximação que a máquina tem (zoom 12x) capaz de fotografar este pardal bem aumentado mesmo que de uma longa distância.

Insecto!

Este escaravelho passeava-se por um tronco de uma árvore, na quinta, em Agosto de 2006 quando foi fotografado.

Depois das férias, de volta ao activo!


Fotografia tirada na praia da Figueira da Foz, Setembro de 2006

Flying High

Foto a uma cegonha que sobrevoava a charca, na quinta, em Março de 2006

Trabalho, muito trabalho!!

Formigueiro no Parque dos Comedouros, em Abril de 2006.

Orgulho e Confiança

Foto tirada na quinta em Maio de 2006. O Pedro ao fundo, e o 618.

Miniatura

Esta foto foi tirada na quinta, no parque grande. Sinceramente não sei que planta é mas ficou bem. É muito pequena e a focagem ficou perfeita.

Fogo!

Foto tirada à lareira da quinta, em Janeiro de 2006.

Água e Luz

A Ribeira da Meimoa, em Fevereiro de 2005. Levava pouca água...

Profundidade...

A mãe, no pomar da quinta, em Julho de 2005

Boa recordação...

O Max atento com o Lord em vigia...

Diferente, não?



Em cima: eu e o Lord em Abril de 2003; Em baixo eu e o Lord em Dezembro de 2004. Na segunda foto está um pouco maior, não?

Zêzere congelado

Covão da Metade, no dia de anos da Lila, 4 de Março, em que o rio Zêzere estava parcialmente congelado.

A minha 1ª foto... no blog

Esta foto foi tirada pela Lila, quando eu estava deitado junto à lareira abraçado ao Brian, em Fevereiro de 2006