Dia Mundial da Fotografia

Foo Fighters - The Best Of You (Live @ Wembley Stadium 2008)

Ainda é um dos meus toques de telemóvel...
Ainda o associo a momentos...
Ainda me diz muito...
Ainda tenho de dar, o melhor de mim...

Foo Fighters -Best Of You
I've got another confession to make
I'm your fool
Everyone's got their chains to break
Holding you
Were you born to resist?
Or be abused?

Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?

Or are you gone and on to someone new?I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn't have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I'll break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can't choose
I swear I'll never give in
I refuse

Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?

Has someone taken your faith?
It's real, the pain you feel?
Your trust?
You must confess
Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?

Has someone taken your faith?
It's real, the pain you feel?
The life, the love you'd die to heal
The hope that starts
The broken heart
Your trust, you must confess

Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?

I've got a another confession, my friend
I'm no fool
I'm getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new
Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear I'll never give in
I refuse

Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?

Has someone taken your faith?
It's real, the pain you feel?
Your trust?
You must confess

Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best
The best, the best, the best of you?

Pensamento do Dia

"Nem os teus piores inimigos podem fazer tanto dano como os teus próprios pensamentos"

Buda

Culambismo

“Noto com desagrado que se tem desenvolvido muito em Portugal uma modalidade desportiva que julgara ter caído em desuso depois da revolução de Abril. Situa-se na área da ginástica corporal e envolve complexos exercícios contorcionistas em que cada jogador procura, por todos os meios ao seu alcance, correr e prostrar-se de forma a lamber o cu de um jogador mais poderoso do que ele.

Este cu pode ser o cu de um superior hierárquico, de um ministro, de um agente da polícia ou de um artista. O objectivo do jogo é identificá-los, lambê-los e recolher os respectivos prémios. Os prémios podem ser em dinheiro, em promoção profissional ou em permuta. À medida que vai lambendo os cus, vai ascendendo ou descendendo na hierarquia.

Antes do 25 de Abril esta modalidade era mais rudimentar. Era praticada por amadores, muitos em idade escolar, e conhecida prosaicamente como «engraxanço».

Os chefes de repartição engraxavam os chefes de serviço, os alunos engraxavam os professores, os jornalistas engraxavam os ministros, as donas de casa engraxavam os médicos da caixa, etc. ..

Mesmo assim, eram raros os portugueses com feitio para passar graxa. Havia poucos engraxadores. Diga-se porém, em abono da verdade, que os poucos que havia engraxavam imenso. Nesse tempo, «engraxar» era uma actividade socialmente menosprezada.

O menino que engraxasse a professora tinha de enfrentar depois o escárnio da turma. O colunista que tecesse um grande elogio ao Presidente do Conselho era ostracizado pelos colegas. Ninguém gostava de um engraxador.

Hoje tudo isso mudou. O engraxanço evoluiu ao ponto de tornar-se irreconhecível. Foi-se subindo na escala de subserviência, dos sapatos até ao cu.

O engraxador foi promovido a lambe-botas e o lambe-botas a lambe-cu.

Não é preciso realçar a diferença, em termos de subordinação hierárquica e flexibilidade de movimentos, entre engraxar uns sapatos e lamber um cu.

Para fazer face à crescente popularidade do desporto, importaram-se dos Estados Unidos, campeão do mundo na modalidade, as regras e os estatutos da American Federation of Ass-licking and Brown-nosing. Os praticantes portugueses puderam assim esquecer os tempos amadores do engraxanço e aperfeiçoarem-se no desenvolvimento profissional do Culambismo.

(…) Tudo isto teria graça se os culambistas portugueses fossem tão mal tratados e sucedidos como os engraxadores de outrora. O pior é que a nossa sociedade não só aceita o culambismo como forma prática de subir na vida, como começa a exigi-lo como habilitação profissional.

O culambismo compensa. Sobreviver sem um mínimo de conhecimentos de culambismo é hoje tão difícil como vencer na vida sem saber falar inglês.”

Miguel Esteves Cardoso, in “Último Volume”

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Otherside (Live at Slane Castle)

Red Hot Chili Peppers - OthersideHow long how long will I slide
Separate my side I don’t
I don’t believe it’s bad
Slit my throat
It’s all I ever

I heard your voice through a photograph
I thought it up it brought up the past
Once you know you can never go back
I’ve got to take it on the otherside

Centuries are what it meant to me
A cemetery where I marry the sea
Stranger things could never change my mind
I’ve got to take it on the otherside
Take it on the otherside
Take it on
Take it on

Pour my life into a paper cup
The ashtray’s full and I’m spillin’ my guts
She wants to know am I still a slut
I’ve got to take it on the otherside

Scarlet starlet and she’s in my bed
A candidate for my soul mate bled
Push the trigger and pull the thread
I’ve got to take it on the otherside
Take it on the otherside
Take it on
Take it on

Turn me on take me for a hard ride
Burn me out leave me on the otherside
I yell and tell it that
It’s not my friend
I tear it down I tear it down
And then it’s born again

How long I don’t believe it’s bad
Slit my throat
It’s all I ever had

Frase do dia...

"O melhor Sol é o sorriso que nos ilumina."

Estados de Espírito Vs. Música

Frequentemente o nosso estado de espírito influencia a música que ouvimos, pena que o inverso não seja directamente proporcional...

Calvin Harris - Sweet Nothing ft. Florence Welch

Calvin Harris - Sweet Nothing (feat. Florence Welch)
You took my heart and you handed in your mouth
And with the word all my love came rushing out
And every whisper it's the worst
Empty though by a single word
There is a hollow in me now

So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm tired of hope with nothing to hold
I'm living on such sweet nothing
And it's hard to learn
And it's hard to love
When you're giving me such sweet nothing
Sweet nothing
Sweet nothing
You're giving me such sweet nothing

It isn't easy for me to let it go
Cause I swallowed every single word
And every whisper, every sigh
It swept this heart of mine
And there is a hollow in me now

So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm tired of hope with nothing to hold
I'm living on such sweet nothing
And it's hard to learn
And it's hard to love
When you're giving me such sweet nothing
Sweet nothing
Sweet nothing
You're giving me such sweet nothing
And it's not enough
To tell me that you care
When we both know
The words are empty air
You give me nothing!

Uoooh
Uoooh
Uoooh
Sweet nothing

Uoooh
Uoooh
Uoooh
Sweet nothing

Palavras com Significado #11: Urbanidade

Urbanidade (latim urbanitas, -atis) 

s. f.
1. Qualidade do que é urbano. ≠ RURALIDADE
2. Vida de cidade.
3. [Figurado] Cumprimento das regras de boa educação e de respeito no relacionamento entre cidadãos. =AFABILIDADE, CIVILIDADE, CORTESIA ≠ DESCORTESIA, INDELICADEZA

Passenger - Let Her Go (Your Take Sessions)

Passenger - Let Her Go
Well you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it’s starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin’ home
Only know you love her when you’ve let her go
And you let her go

Staring at the bottom of your glass
Hoping one day you will make a dream last
Dreams come slow and goes so fast
You see her when you close your eyes
Maybe one day you will understand why
Everything you touch all it dies

But you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it’s starts to snow
Only know you love her when you’ve let her go
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin’ home
Only know you love her when you’ve let her go

Staring at the ceiling in the dark
Same ol’ empty feeling in your heart
Love comes slow and it goes so fast
Well you see her when you fall asleep
But to never to touch and never to keep
Because you loved her to much
And you dive too deep

Well you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it’s starts to snow
Only know you love her when you’ve let her go
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin’ home
Only know you love her when you’ve let her go
And you let her go

Ooooo ooooo oooooo
And you let her go
Ooooooo ooooo ooooo
Well you let her go

Cause you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it’s starts to snow
Only know you love her when you’ve let her go
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin’ home
Only know you love her when you’ve let her go

Cause you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it’s starts to snow
Only know you love her when you’ve let her go
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin’ home
Only know you love her when you’ve let her go

And you let her go

Praia...

Nada como de vez em quando ir à praia do Meco. Que espectáculo de dia...

Ed Sheeran - "Give Me Love" captured in The Live Room

Ed Sheeran - Give Me Love
Give me love like her
'cause lately I've been waking up alone
Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt
Told you I'd let them go
And that I'll fight my corner
Maybe tonight I'll call ya
After my blood turns into alcohol
No, I just wanna hold ya

Give a little time to me or burn this out
We'll play hide and seek to turn this around
All I want is the taste that your lips allow
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love.

Give me love like never before
'cause lately I've been craving more
And it's been a while but I still feel the same
Maybe I should let you go
You know I'll fight my corner
And that tonight I'll call ya
After my blood is drowning in alcohol
No I just wanna hold ya

Give a little time to me or burn this out
We'll play hide and seek to turn this around
All I want is the taste that your lips allow
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
Give a little time to me, or burn this out
We'll play hide and seek to turn this around
All I want is the taste that your lips allow
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My my, my, my, oh give me love

M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover
M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover
M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover
M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover

M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover
M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover
M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover
M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover (love me, love me, love me)

M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover (give me love)
M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover (give me love)
M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover (give me love, love me)
M-my my, m-my my, m-my my, give me love, lover (give me love)

My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love

[Break]

Of all the money that e'er I had
I've spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all

Of all the comrades that e'er I had
They are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all

A man may drink and not be drunk
A man may fight and not be slain
A man may court a pretty girl
And perhaps be welcomed back again
But since it has so ought to be
By a time to rise and a time to fall
Come fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
Good night and joy be with you all

It´s a kind of magic...

Há pessoas que têm o dom de nos fazer sentir especiais e únicos, como se que, de um toque de magia isso dependesse... Na verdade, a magia só está à espera de ser revelada e, há quem nos abra os olhos e sentidos para ela...

It´s a kind of magic...

Algures...

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Weeping Song

Porque estás sempre presente. 

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Weeping Song
Go son, go down to the water
And see the women weeping there
Then go up into the mountains
The men, they are weeping too
Father, why are all the women weeping?
They are weeping for their men
Then why are all the men there weeping?
They are weeping back at them
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
Father, why are all the children weeping?
They are merely crying son
O, are they merely crying, father?
Yes, true weeping is yet to come
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
O father tell me, are you weeping?
Your face seems wet to touch
O then I'm so sorry, father
I never thought I hurt you so much
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While we rock ourselves to sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
But I won't be weeping long
But I won't be weeping long
But I won't be weeping long