flowers and a pack of marlboros

walking alone
July 13, 2009, 11:28 pm
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It’s strange when you live a long term relationship and you start to feel alone and this feeling grows bigger everyday.

One of the top priorities in my life is regarding my spiritual path, the things I should follow, things that allow me to be in a good pace with myself and bring peace to me and my family. Being alone on this road tear me into pieces, because I realize that it brings distance between me and my significant other.

If I must walk alone then I’ll do it even if the destiny is not so certain. I wish it was like it used to…

today’s song:

Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Feathers on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me makes me lighter
Feathers on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Feathers on my breath

Night, night of matter
Black flowers blossom
Feathers on my breath
Teardrop on the fire of a confession
Feathers on my breath
Black flowers blossom
Feathers on my breath

Water is my eye
Most faithful mirror
Feathers on my breath
Teardrop on the fire of a confession
Feathers on my breath
Most faithful mirror
Feathers on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Feathers on my breath

You’re stumbling into harm
Stubling into harm


path finding
February 6, 2009, 1:21 pm
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Multiple paths are spotted as I walk the life, but which one should I pick ?

This time I won’t choose something without at least a decent knowledge of it’s counterpart, everything arranged, roads settled down and may God help me to choose wisely this time.

finally, the new years eve!!!
January 11, 2009, 4:25 pm
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So the party here was awesome, I had a lot friends coming by and the night was insanely joyous.

Time to wait for carnival and start moving into my new home. It’s strange to move after so many time living in the same place, the house is cute and it’s very close to the beach, I think I’ll probably have an awesome time there.

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Carnival is starting to be arranged we’re going to a friends @ friburgo, perfect setting eh?

Today’s song :

December 30, 2008, 12:23 am
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Most bloggers are writing a 2008 review and I would not want to be an exception to that rule, I swear I tried hard to write one but I’m helpless, can’t do it 😦

Therefore, I will as always talk about people here, nothing better than some fucked up gossip 😛

I gonna throw a new year’s party at my house on Dec. 31 and I’ve invited some friends to tag along and enjoy the night with me. It was all good, people were happy and I was joyous thinking about such lovely night and then suddenly people started trying to pressure me to turn our party into something I would never think about doing. It’s very strange that people can never get enough of your good will, they’re always trying to push you into something that could do you harm while pleasing them.

I’m glad that while I had this little problem, some people were still supportive to my ideia and decided that all they really wanted was spending some quality time with friends and have a laid back night doing whatever we feel like at the time.

Friends are roses, their beauty never comes without the danger os being hurt. (I am fucking cliché today, shame on me)

Today’s song is Teenage Riot by Sonic Youth. I’ll only post lyrics for Thurston vocals, I’m sorry Kim.

Everybody’s talking ’bout the stormy weather
And what’s a man do to but work out whether it’s true?
Looking for a man with a focus and a temper
Who can open up a map and see between one and two

Time to get it
Before you let it
Get to you

Here he comes now
Stick to your guns
And let him through

Everybody’s coming from the winter vacation
Taking in the sun in a exaltation to you
You come running in on platform shoes
With Marshall stacks
To at least just give us a clue
Ah, here it comes
I know it’s someone I knew

Teenage riot in a public station
Gonna fight and tear it up in a hypernation for you

Now I see it
I think I’ll leave it out of the way
Now I come near you
And it’s not clear why you fade away

Looking for a ride to your secret location
Where the kids are setting up a free-speed nation, for you
Got a foghorn and a drum and a hammer that’s rockin’
And a cord and a pedal and a lock, that’ll do me for now

It better work out
I hope it works out my way
‘Cause it’s getting kind of quiet in my city’s head
Takes a teen age riot to get me out of bed right now

You better look it
We’re gonna shake it
Up to him

He acts the hero
We paint a zero
On his hand

We know it’s down
We know it’s bound too loose
Everybody’s sound is round it
Everybody wants to be proud to choose
So who’s to take the blame for the stormy weather
You’re never gonna stop all the teenage leather and booze

It’s time to go round
A one man showdown
Teach us how to fail

We’re off the streets now
And back on the road
On the riot trail

December 23, 2008, 8:43 pm
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Today I’ve read something very funny in a music forum that I post.

They had a topic like those “post a song and the next poster will rate it”  and I made a post with the most amazing psychedelic music interpretation I’ve seen to date with Avey Tare and Doctess (the cuttest couple on the music scene in case you you ask me) playing Purple Bottle from Animal Collective.

Their sinergy when playing this song is so great and they’re so passionate about each other playing this that the music really got me in a manner Purple Bottle never hit me before, but the guy who listened to it considered Avey Tare a retard and found the music awfull, how is this possible ????

This made me think that most people aren’t really prepared to accept new things, maybe that’s why artistic movies and songs are not so well accepted in the mainstream.

I wish people had guts to be more open minded and stop trying to follow patterns for their whole life.

And before I forget here is the song in question with lyrics so you can sing with me.

OBS: You guys should listen to a Doctess’s project called Múm, they have such nice music !

I’ve gotta big big big big heart beat, yeah
I think you are the sweetest thing
I wear a coat of feelings and they are loud
I’ve been having good days
Think we are the right age
To start out own peculiar ways
With good friendly homes?
You get me freaked freaked freaked on preakness
Never met a girl that likes to drink with horses
Knows her chinese ballet
Must admit you smell like fruity nuts and good grains
When you show my purple gaze
A thing or two at night
Make me sick sick sick to kiss you and I think that i woud vomit
But I’ll do that on mondays i dont have a work way
I like it when I bump you an accident’s a truth gate
I’m humbled in your pretty lense
I’ll hold you dont you go
Sometimes you’re quiet and sometimes I’m quiet. Hallelujah!
Sometimes I’m talkative and sometimes you’re not talkative, I know….

Well i’d like to spread your perfume around the old apartment
Could we live together and agree on the same wares?
A trapeze is a bird cage even if its empty and defintintely fits the room
And we would toooo

And my dear dear dear khalana
I talk too much about you
Their ears are getting tired of me singing all the night through
Lets just talk together
You and me and me and you
And if theres nothing much to say
Well, silence is a bore

I’ve gotta big big big big heart beat, yeah
I think you are the sweetest thing
I wear a coat of feelings and they are loud
I’ve been having good days
Think we are the right age
To start out own peculiar ways
With good friendly homes?

Sometimes you’re quiet and sometimes I’m quiet hallelujah
Sometimes I’m talkative and sometimes you’re not talkative i know….
Sometimes you hear me when others they can’t hear me. Hallelujah!
Sometimes I’m naked and thank god Sometimes you’re naked. Well, hello…..

Can I tell you that you are the purple in me?
Can I call you just to hear you, would you care?
When I saw you put your purple finger on me
There’s a feelin’ in your bottle
Found your bottle, found your heart
Gives a feeling from your bottled little part

Hey oooooo

Gotta crush high
Thought I crushed all I could
Crushed all I can then I touched your hand
Crush high
Dont want it to stop
Cause stories of your brother make my crush high pop
And you couldnt really know cause its in my toes
And sometimes i wonder whered that crush high go
Crush high then i go and take some pills
Cause i cant do all of my dos and still feel ill
You get that whooooooo (x8)
(Repeat twice)

December 23, 2008, 12:07 am
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Back from my company’s bbq, it was very burocratic as I expected, but at least I’ve won some kick ass gifts!!!

A mexican pepper sauce and a bottle of danzka vodka(YES THAT ALUMINIUM BOTTLE!!!).

As usual I’m still confused with my religion issues. I think that I will never be sure when it’s the best time to get back, as much as I love drinking ayahuasca and learning so much from it I am avoiding the feeling of being tied to a dogmatic lifestyle…

the dance
December 21, 2008, 5:12 pm
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Sunday morning, cloudy sky. A good day to dance waltz with my sweet fiancée.

can you picture this? 🙂