Put a dollar into the machine

The last day of the year is like any other normal day for me. nothing changes except another year starts...but life keeps going on the same direction.


The ending of a cycle is when life is intense, something that makes your life turn, gives a new horizon, different perspectives, new memories to remember and to think about..like that hug in the airport some years a ago. Começo e o fim.


To remember:



M. Ward - Post War
Don't they love you in mysterious ways
You say yeah but this is now and that was then
Put a dollar into the machine and you'll remember when
I know when everything feels wrong
I've got some hard, hard proof in this song
I'll know when everything feels right
Some lucky night
Some lucky night
Say the money just ain't what it used to be
Man how we used to tear apart this town
Put a dollar into the machine and you'll remember how
I know when everything feels wrong
I've got some hard, hard proof in this song
I'll know when everything feels right
Some lucky night
Some lucky night

E pra ser prosaico, ainda faz frio..muito frio. -15

In a sentimental mood

-6.
cold
Norkolk and Western - Dusk in cold Parlours

















At dawn after dusk

What`s your price on poverty?
No, I don't believe in all the signs you tie to faith
Faith is just for those who need it most, and the rest pretend that they`re all blessed
What's your price on brotherhood?
No, I don`t help with all the idle time I waste, cause time is all I have to brace myself for the dwell I pretend to possess
What`s your price on commodities? Yes, I do feel the need for all those tools of sound, cause without song we`ll lose our sight of God, not the God that tells them they're all blessed.



Jealousy, It's true 


A battle is the goal, but apathy, it takes you and grinds you into a filtered mind
And idle time, it's true, it grabs you like a stronghold curse, and teases you with a breakthrough, too

And jealousy, it's true, when blue looks different from my brush, but we all use the same brand ink

And holidays aren't enough to clear the space, and space is all that I have to fill my foreign grace

And on my way to work, the bus is filled with vacant stares
The evidence of pain so rare
So everyone is numb, or everyone they hide it all, and I don't want to hear their falls 

                                                  God Jul...

Or life is not a movie, or maybe




hoje amanheceu assim, chuva de açucar confeiteiro.

These days

















Nico

I've been out walking
I don't do too much talking
These days, these days.
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
And all the times I had the chance to.

I've stopped my rambling,
I don't do too much gambling
These days, these days.
These days I seem to think about
How all the changes came about my ways
And I wonder if I'll see another highway.

I had a lover,
I don't think I'll risk another
These days, these days.
And if I seem to be afraid
To live the life that I have made in song
It's just that I've been losing so long.
La la la la la, la la.

I've stopped my dreaming,
I won't do too much scheming
These days, these days.
These days I sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten.
Please don't confront me with my failures,
I had not forgotten them.

How to Organize a Backpack

Encontrrei isso no google, e achei interessante.
http://www.ehow.com/how_2082833_organize-backpack.html


Properly organizing your backpack makes your hiking trip much more enjoyable. The general rule of thumb is to pack lighter items at the bottom and heavier items at the top. You may need to adjust the weight distribution once you're on the trail, fine-tuning it for the specific type of terrain you're hiking.


  1. Step 1

    Put your sleeping bag at the bottom of the backpack. Some internal-frame backpacks have a separate compartment for sleeping bags. Use this compartment, since it helps keep your sleeping bag safe from compression.

  2. Step 2

    Pack clothes first. Clothes are the lightest things you'll carry, so they should be at the bottom of the backpack. To help keep clothes dry and separated, put them inside strong zip lock bags. Raingear and a light jacket should be closer to the top or in exterior pockets for easy access.

  3. Step 3

    Organize food and cooking gear on top of the clothes. Store as much as you can inside of the pots and cups to save room. Store the cooking fuel inside a bag in case of leakage, or in a separate pocket.

  4. Step 4

    Place tents inside the sleeping bag compartment or outside the backpack. Since most tents are lightweight, they should be near the bottom of the backpack. Keep the tent inside its waterproof bag.

  5. Step 5

    Take advantage of outside pockets for organization. Use them to store items you need often, so you can get to them quickly. This includes items such as maps, snack foods, sunscreen and rain gear.

A black eyed dog . Nick Drake




















A black eyed dog he called at my door
The black eyed dog he called for more
A black eyed dog he knew my name
A black eyed dog he knew my name
A black eyed dog
A black eyed dog.

I'm growing old and I wanna go home
I'm growiing old and I don't wanna know
I'm growing old and I wanna go home.

A black eyed dog he called at my door
A black eyed dog he called for more.
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Despues de leer el trecho del libro en que intenta grabar esta cancion, y mal podia tocar y cantar a la vez, me hace pensar...que estaria el pensando, sentiendo, a que punto el dolor mental te lleva, rendicion, dejarte llevar, no querer sufrir.
La gente tiene la mania de ver la tristeza, y el sentirse malo de verdad como punto de debilidad, y no estoy de acuerdo, sera porque todavia no han pasado por malas rachas...pero, bueno, los entiendo, es dificil enfrentarse con algo tan crudo.

Nick Drake leya el libro de Albert Camus, El mito del Sisifo antes de morir.
El libro comienza asi:

"Solo hay un verdadero problema filosófico, el suicidio. Determinar si la vida vale la pena ser vivida equivale a responder a la unica pregunta fundamental de la filosofia".

“Yo decía que el mundo es absurdo y corría demasiado. Todo lo que se puede decir es que este mundo, en sí mismo, no es razonable. Pero lo que resulta absurdo es la confrontación de ese irracional y ese deseo desenfrenado de claridad cuyo llamamiento resuena en lo más profundo del hombre. Une lo uno a lo otro como sólo el odio puede unir a los seres”(Pág. 26) . El sentimiento del absurdo es el que brota de Adán expulsado del paraíso, del orden natural, en sus propias manos frente a un mundo que sigue las leyes que ya no puede imitar, así el hombre en su libertad en el sentido más radical.


...

Me gustaria tenerlo todavia...

Memórias de mis Putas Tristes

Tiempos olvidados M.M
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" Gracias a ella me enfrenté por vez primera con mi ser natural mientras transcurrían mis noventa años. Descubrí que mi obsesión de que cada cosa estuviera en su puesto, cada asunto en su tiempo, cada palabra en su estilo, no era el premio merecido de una mente en orden, sino al contrario, todo un sistema de simulación inventado por mí para ocultar el desorden de mi naturaleza. Descubrí que no soy disciplinado por virtud, sino como reacción contra mi negligencia; que parezco generoso por encubrir mi mezquindad, que me paso de prudente por mal pensado, que soy conciliador para no sucumbir a mis cóleras reprimidas, que sólo soy puntual para que no se sepa cuán poco me importa el tiempo ajeno. Descubrí, en fin, que el amor no es un estado del alma sino un signo del zodíaco.

Me volví otro. Traté de releer los clásicos que me orientaron en la adolescencia, y no pude con ellos. Me sumergí en las letras románticas que repudié cuando mi madre quiso imponérmelas con mano dura, y por ellas tomé conciencia de que la fuerza invencible que ha impulsado al mundo no son los amores felices sino los contrariados. Cuando mis gustos en música hicieron crisis me descubrí atrasado y viejo, y abrí mi corazón a las delicias del azar.

Me pregunto cómo pude sucumbir en este vértigo perpetuo que yo mismo provocaba y temía. Flotaba entre nubes erráticas y hablaba conmigo mismo ante el espejo con la vana ilusión de averiguar quién soy. Era tal mi desvarío, que en una manifestación estudiantil con piedras y botellas, tuve que sacar fuerzas de flaqueza para no ponerme al frente con un letrero que consagrara mi verdad: Estoy loco de amor.
"


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Fragmento de Memorias de mis putas tristes .: Gabriel Garcia Marquez :.

let's dance.


Let's dance, put on your red shoes and dance the blues
Let's dance, to the song they're playin' on the radio

Let's sway, while colour lights up your face
Let's sway, sway through the crowd to an empty space

If you say run, I'll run with you
If you say hide, we'll hide
Because my love for you
Would break my heart in two
If you should fall
Into my arms
And tremble like a flower

Let's dance, for fear your grace should fall
Let's dance, for fear tonight is all

Let's sway, you could look into my eyes
Let's sway, under the moonlight, this serious moonlight

If you say run, I'll run with you
If you say hide, we'll hide
Because my love for you
Would break my heart in two
If you should fall
Into my arms
And tremble like a flower

Let's dance, put on your red shoes and dance the blues
Let's dance, to the song they're playin' on the radio

Let's sway, you could look into my eyes
Let's sway, under the moonlight, this serious moonlight

Feliz cumpleaños





Feliz aniversário Mae.
Me perdoa por nao gostar de rosa?

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