terça-feira, junho 17, 2008

Se a noite é longa, onde nos encontramos nós?

quinta-feira, maio 29, 2008



Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97

"WEAR SUNSCREEN!"

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, "sunscreen" would be it.

The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists,

whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.

I will dispense this advice NOW!

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.


Oh, never mind.

You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded.

But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.

You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future.
Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.

The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind,

The kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.
Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss

Don't waste your time on jealousy.
Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind.

The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive.

Forget the insults.

If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters.

Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives.
Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees.

You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll divorce at 40.

Maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.

Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much,

or berate yourself either.

Your choices are half chance.

So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body.
Use it every way you can.

Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it.

It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance

Even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines.

They will only make you feel ugly.



"Brother and sister together we'll make it through,
Someday a spirit will take you and guide you there
I know that you're hurting but I've been waiting there for you
and I'll be there just helping you out
whenever I can..."


Get to know your parents.

You never know when they'll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings.

They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go,

but with a precious few you should hold on.

Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get,

the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in "New York City" once, but leave before it makes you hard.

Live in "Northern California" once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel

Accept certain inalienable truths:
Prices will rise.

Politicians will philander.

You, too, will get old.

And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young,

prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you.

Maybe you have a trust fund.

Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse.

But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy,

but be patient with those who supply it.

Advice is a form of nostalgia.

Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal,

wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.


"Brother and sister together we'll make it through,
Someday a spirit will take you and guide you there
I know that you're hurting but I've been waiting there for you
and I'll be there just helping you out
whenever I can..."


Everybody's Free, Everybody's Free

To Feel Good!

segunda-feira, maio 19, 2008

hoje faço trinta e um anos!!! surpresas das surpresas para muitos, inclusivé mim! nunca contei contar com tantos anos às costas! e sei que nao tenho feito para merecer, nem os tenho vivido com a intensidade apropriada.

O tempo é uma trituradora de almas, que nao perdoa nada ou ninguém. não liga a desculpas, alimenta-se de atrasos, ri-se dos atalhos, ignora as desculpas ou justificações, é indiferente tanto a paixões como a friovilidades.

Não importa se nos incomodamos com o tempo que passa, pois indiferente ao opinar ele corre livremente.

segunda-feira, maio 05, 2008

Se desse lado olhos lessem estas letras deste lado elas seriam escritas.

quarta-feira, abril 23, 2008

Caso me perguntem por onde tenho andado não saberei responder precisamente.

Março fugiu-me simplesmente, não consegui compreender quem explorou a minha ausência, que demónio ou anjo se apoderou do meu corpo enquanto eu permaneci num limbo existencial.

Encontraste-me durante esses dias?

terça-feira, abril 15, 2008

A cidade de Dublin é relativamente pequena, e possibilita que se percorra a zona histórica a pé. Ao fim de umas horas os pés ressentem-se bastante do turismo, mas é nessa altura, mais ao fim da tarde, que se recuperam as energias com uns belos tragos de Guiness, ou uma outra cerveja alcoólica. A meio corre um rio pequeno, que de certo modo recordou o rio Liz em Tomar, pois está entalhadado no meio da cidade, e rodeado de pubs e pontos de atracção.

Durante os dias que permanecemos na cidade visitamos o museu guiness, os arredores (de comboio), o edifício da antiga guarnição militar, transformado em museu da cidade e os típicos bares irlandeses. O momento alto da nossa visita ocorreu na segunda noite, quando fomos presentados com musica céltica ao vivo, em que a plateia éramos somente nós!

quarta-feira, abril 09, 2008

Carissimos leitores permitam-me apresentar-vos a SWAT Squad: uma brigada de intervenção de âmbito internacional empenhada em embrenhar os camones nas alucinações lusitanas colectivas.

A primeira missão foi Dublin, cidade pequena mas acolhedora, dividida ao meio por um rio que parece uma mija do Tejo, onde 10% da população é polaca. Saímos de avião numa quinta feira e conseguimos regressar no domingo seguinte sem que autoridades, álcool ou diversão nos tivesse retido por mais tempo do que aquele que dispúnhamos.

Fomos acolhidos no meio de mil simpatias pelo excelentíssimo couchsurfer embaixador da Irlanda Sr Rory, que amavelmente cedeu parte do seu soalho e utilidades associadas sem pedir retorno financeiro. A condição única era para partilhar-mos a sala com um simpatiquíssimo Judeu e um australiano aventureiro.

sexta-feira, fevereiro 08, 2008

Numa qualquer tarde solarenga, aproveitaremos o ócio para um exercício de imaginação. Seguimos até ao Martim Moniz, sentamos-nos à sobra de uma laranjeira observando a praça, e imaginamos uma versão hollywoodesca dos mundo que nos circunda.