If




If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!



Rudyard Kipling



Ouvir aqui o poema recitado por Martin Clifton

O mundo é a nossa casa.

Andei a ver o novo documentário "Home" e este post destina-se a ser um pequeno contributo na sua divulgação.


Estes documentários são excelentes para que nos lembremos da nossa essência e do nosso "habitat". Acredito que nas preocupações do quotidiano tudo o que não nos diga respeito directamente acabe por passar ao lado. No entanto, é necessário perceber de uma vez por todas que há preocupações globais que nos dizem respeito directamente.

Este documentário é bom para que relembremos isso. Relembremos a capacidade destruidora que os seres humanos têm e o efeito que isso provoca no nosso planeta.
Relembrar que estamos a arruinar em poucos anos aquilo que demorou milhares de anos a ser construído...


Ver aqui - documentário HOME




Living a lie


Don't believe what you see
Believe in me
In my reality
I am a man of God

God, can't you hear that I’m begging you?

Don't believe what you hear
Believe in me
And I will reappear
Salvation here at last

At last someone to answers all my prayers

Hope is a desert running dry
Deep inside
You refuse to face the facts
But pray for life
Find salvations in distress
We will wait
For the day you’ll break out and
Re-awake

Lies

Don't believe what you see
Believe in me
And my reality
Eternity indeed

Indeed i’ts the end all and be all there’s

Hope is a desert running dry
Deep inside
You refuse to face the facts
But pray for life
Find salvations in distress
We will wait
For the day you’ll break out and
Re-awake

Lies

Domine jesu, demitte nobis debita nostra,
salva nos ab igne inferiori,
perduc in caelum omnes animas
praesertim eas, quae misericordiae tuae
maxime indigent.

In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.
Amen

Living a lie

Human power
Will devour
Our senses
Bring us to forget
Human sources will not save
The power of faith
Heals us all

Hope is a desert running dry
Deep inside
You refuse to face the facts
But pray for life
Find salvations in distress
We will wait
For the day you’ll break out and
Re-awake
And we wait for the day
To discover there’s no way
I can't wait at this rate
It’s too little and too late
To live this lie

Living a lie



Na obra "The Lord of the Rings - The Fellowship of the Ring" o Aragorn disse algures "We must do without hope". Creio que é essa a ideia. Se cada um tivesse este pensamento talvez fosse feita diferença.

War! Lies! Fear! Change!

Clenching The Fists Of Dissent



War!

Do you hear revolution's call?
It's time to fight our own denial
Warmongers keep us locked in fear
Invoke the past, a moment of tears

An ugly truth
Put forth by our youth
Under the threat of patriotic brute, so

Use your rage
It is a weapon
We now must engage

Let trumpets sound our call
Or by their lies we will fall

Gnash down our teeth in hate and sing

Sing revolution's song
When they say die
Die for America



War!

They say that freedom isn't free
It's paid with the lives
Of sons and families
Cause blood is their new currency
And oil pumps the heart of money

So fight as one
Without a fucking gun
Words are the bullets to this revolution

Use your pain
The battlegrounds, the streets are ablaze

Excess will pave their path
The winds of change, our bloodbath

Gnash down our teeth in hate and sing

Sing revolution's song
When they say die
Die for America

Power and prejudice
Actions they use to pit against
Terror, insurgency
Words uses to scare conformity
It's propaganda, it's their hypocrisy
Free to choose our own slavery

All suffer humanity



Fight

Fight - for all that you love
Scream - choking with foot upon threat
Blind - star spangled eyes
Death - no more the truth you will hide
No, more

So how do they sleep?
When our mothers weep
They're selling our souls
And our blood for oil

Our generation
Can be the fucking one
That overcomes the greed
Of corrupt nations

Have no shame
You're not alone in thinking
This is fucking insane

Rise up and take your stand
And curl the fingers of your hand

And I don't know what to do
Cause I don't have the answers
But with ever ounce of strength
I'll vow to fight this cancer

Didn't say I want to lead
I just might let you down
Didn't say believe in me
Just hold this common ground

I'm just as lost as you
And probably more confused
So fucking far from perfect
My mind wrecked from abuse

There's something fucking wrong
When war takes sons and daughters
Our lambs misled to slaughter

War!
Clenching the fists of dissent
Lies!
Clenching the fists of dissent
Fear!
Clenching the fists of dissent
Change!
Clenching to hope



Machine Head
A rever próximo dia 9 de Julho - Optimus Alive! Oeiras

Soulfly - Guimarães

No passado dia 7 estiveram em Guimarães os SOULFLY.
O concerto decorreu no S. Mamede, CAE - Centro de Artes e Espectáculos.

Apesar de já ter visto a banda em melhor forma não deixou de ser um bom concerto. Desta noite realçou o facto que Guimarães tem condições para receber bandas internacionais de maior peso. Sem dúvida que isto só por si já faz esboçar uns sorrisos na cara.


Ficam aqui alguns segundos de vídeos que fiz no dito concerto:

Vídeo 1 - Soulfly

Vídeo 2 - Soulfly

Vídeo 3 - Soulfly

O vazio. O infinito.

Blank Infinity

Trying to keep myself afloat upon this stream
But a thought is pulling me down
Pulling me all the way down

We are wandering towards a blank infinity
And extinguishing will now be the only way
to diminish your sins
This vortex can't be filled up again
A hole in space and time

Do you cry to the heaven's high
when you're confined in here?
Do you not ever wonder
why these leaden tears will never dry?
They’ll leave behind so many shadows in my mind

High in the sky, all of the clouds are passing by
Wait for this storm, wait for the rain,
and wait for the tears to fall down on me

Do you cry to the heaven's high
when you're confined in here?
Do you not ever wonder
why these leaden tears will never dry?
They’ll leave behind so many shadows
Living in me, living in all the memories in my life

Do you wonder why
These tears never dry
Time forced into life
Living in my mind

Can we ever find a way in t his labyrinth without end?

Labyrinth has no end

Which turn should I take?
Left or right?
Should I stay?
Should I be the one?

Do you cry to the heaven's high
When you're confined in here?
Do you not ever wonder why
This leaden tears will never dry
They leave behind so many shadows
THIS SUBSTANCE IN TIME FORCED INTO LIFE
STILL EXISTS BECAUSE IT'S HERE
living in me, living in all the memories, in my life

Lost inside blank infinity


Epica

O grito

Enquanto molho os lábios num líquido incolor
Eu mesmo me vejo a afogar e a lutar
Assisto à minha busca pelo fôlego.
As amarras prendem-me à ilusão
E enquanto estou condenada grito
Grito de forma silenciosa.
O meu grito é oco.
É composto por ar rarefeito
E eu devoro-o… e agarro-me a ele.
Torno-o meu e parte de mim.
Converto-me na sua altitude.
Deixo-me corromper e conspurcar.
Deixo-me levar com esta idoneidade de não viver.
Hoje o sol não nasceu.
Eu esperei e gritei para ele aparecer.
Mas ele escondeu-se e fugiu do grito.
O sol recolheu os seus braços.
Tirou a sua máscara e o seu brilho.
O sol opôs-se ao meu olhar cansado e desfalecido.

O grito é negro e é frágil.
Ele é alimento e inércia.
Ele dá-me forças para ser fraca.
Dá-me forças para continuar a não ver o sol nascer.
Dá-me forças para esperar a noite em vão.

“ [O Grito] é o senhor das guerras.
[O Grito] é o senhor das demandas.
[E] quando o [Grito] chega
[É] o [Grito] quem manda.”



(...)

Can you feel?
The final armmagideon is near
Can you feel?
The ancient prophecy ago reveal

Inner Spirit
Inner Spirit
Inner Spirit

Wealth of their world
Have no meaning if what's coming after
Things of this world
Have no meaning
Things of this world
Have no meaning in what's coming after
Things of this world
Have no meaning...


Soulfly - Innerspirit

Pensamento: A tristeza

"Cuidado com a tristeza. Ela é um vício."

Gustave Flaubert




O que fazer com este vício?

Reflexão: A mentira

Porque é que no fundo todos nós fazemos um esforço por mentir a nós mesmos ou a outros para que tudo pareça perfeito e mais puro?

A mentira está portanto associada à pureza e à perfeição?
É necessário haver mentira? É necessário ocultar para sentir verdadeiramente?
É necessário mentir para haver força? É necessário mentir para termos coragem e ânimo?

Então se assim for, não será apenas uma ilusão tudo aquilo que é verdadeiramente maravilhoso vivido no dia-a-dia?

Mas isso já é uma outra reflexão.

Novas oportunidades

Ultimamente tenho me deparado com uma série de questões relativas às novas oportunidades. E isto tanto diz respeito ao trabalho de investigação que tenho vindo a desenvolver, como também diz respeito a tudo o que resta.
Até o sistema “novas oportunidades” de momento existe.
Supostamente todos têm direito, cada vez mais, a uma nova oportunidade.

Então porque é que nem sempre temos uma oportunidade? Porque é que vulgarmente damos oportunidade a tudo que possa ter salvação, mas quando se trata de nós mesmos decidimos simplesmente ignorar?


Foi apenas uma reflexão depois de uma noite em branco.

Dana

Letter to Dana

Porque apelidei este blog de DanaOHara...
Porque adoro esta música...
Porque sinto...


Dana, my darling, I'm writing to you.
Cause your father passed away, it was a beautiful day
And I don't want to bother You anymore,
I used to hope you'd come back
But not anymore Dana.

My eyes might have betrayed me, but I have seen
Your picture on the cover of a filthy magazine
And I think my heart just cannot handle that
Dana, my darling, would be so bad.

Dana my darling I'm writing to you
Your mother passed away it was a really rainy day
And I didn't mean to bother you anymore
Your mother wished: Come visit your fathers grave, Dana

Your father disowned you because you have sinned
But he did forgive you in condition he was in
And I hope you won't do those things anymore
Dana My darling I'm waiting for

Dana O'Hara oh, Dana my dear,
How I wish that my Dana was here
Little Dana O'Hara decided one day
to travel away, faraway

No, you can't surprise me anymore
I have seen it all before
But it seems I cannot let you go
Anyhow, Dana, Dana, Dana, Dana

And I think that I told you, I'd wait for you forever
Now I know someone else's holding you,
so, for the first time in my life - I must lie
Lie's a sin, mess that I am in,
Love is not the thing I feel know
I promise you: I won't write again 'til the sun sets
behind your grave

Dana, oh, Dana I'm writing to you, I heard you passed
away it was a beautiful day
I'm old and I feel time will come for me, my diary's
pages are full of thee

Dana O'Hara oh, Dana my dear,
How I wish that my Dana was here
Little Dana O'Hara decided one day
to travel away, faraway




Sonata Arctica (Tony Kakko) - Letter to Dana