quinta-feira, 16 de abril de 2009

Pode vir!!!! >(




Li que “escrever é bom para enlouquecer”. De fato, eu sou o contrário. Preciso enlouquecer para escrever. Há gente que imagina isso como uma válvula de escape, significa ser covarde  e colocar as idéias reais do meu subconsciente. I give a rat’s ass about their opnion!

Mas hoje, de fato, escrevo para desabafar. Se é que preciso fazer isso. Enlouquecer não faz parte do meu estado subconsciente, mas do consciente mesmo! Quero escrever sobre a falta que sinto das minhas amizades. Daquelas que você joga palavras ao vento e elas se enrolam no vai e vem dos copos de chope... Saudade das amizades nas mesas de bar. Por incrível que pareça, hoje meu melhor amigo é meu chefe. Ele se acha um filho da puta. Pelo menos foi o que me disse há 10 minutos atras ao telefone... Se eu levar em consideração o dito “diga-me com quem tu andas e te direi quem és”, começo  ficar um pouco encucado... Confesso que não sou santo, que as vezes prefiro ignorar o ato para não sentir a culpa, mas minha mãe não tem nada a ver com isso. 

Enfim, devido aos acontecimentos, talvez esse meu amigo, o “filho da puta”, fosse a companhia ideal para meu atual estado sentimental. Afinal, chamar o chefe de filho da puta com o consentimento dele, queixar-se sobre problemas e preocupações de trabalho e ainda faze-lo pagar a conta é bastante atrativo em uma crise :P.

Pois é, tenho alguns belos desafios profissionais este mês... Aliás, pessoais também. Alguns velhos e maus hábitos voltam a mostrar a cara...

VOU BOTAR PRA FODER E CONSEGUIR O QUE QUERO! ;)


De novo!


rs....


Pronto, enlouqueci e desabafei!


quarta-feira, 1 de abril de 2009




Dolphins Cry  

The way you're bathed in light
Reminds me of that night
God layed me down into your rose
Garden of trust
And I was swept away
With nothing left to say
Some helpless fool yet I was lost
In a swoon of peace
You're all I need to find. 
So when the time is right.
Come to me sweetly, come to me.
Come to me.


Love will lead us, alright
Love will lead us, she will lead us
Can you hear the dolphin's cry?
See the road rise up to meet us
It's in the air we breathe tonight
Love will lead us, she will lead us


Oh yeah we'll meet again,
It's like we never left
Time in between was just a dream
Did we leave this place?
This crazy fog surrounds me
You wrap your legs around me
All i can do to try and breathe
Let me breath
So that I
So we can go together


Love will lead us, alright
Love will lead us, she will lead us
Can you hear the dolphin's cry?
See the road rise up to meet us
It's in the air we breathe tonight
Love will lead us, she will lead us


Life is like a shooting star
It don't matter who you are
If you only run for cover, it's just a waste of time
We are lost 'till we are found
This phoenix rises up from the ground
And all these wars are over

Love will lead us, alright
Love will lead us, she will lead us
Can you hear the dolphin's cryin'?
See the road rise up to meet us
It´s in the air we breathe tonight
Love will lead us, she will lead us

terça-feira, 24 de março de 2009

Sem muito o que pensar... Ou muito.




Reflitam um pouco sobre esse jogo abaixo:

Noite - oito
Noche - ocho
Night - eight
Notte - otto
Nuit - Huit
e etc...

Ja notaram que a palavra noite esta diretamente vinculada ao numero oito em vaaarios idiomas?
A razao, eu imagino, e porque so nos damos conta que vivemos no infinito durante a noite.
E qual o simbolo do infinito?
:)



terça-feira, 10 de março de 2009




As vezes é difícil não estar entre pessoas que comemoram a vitória. Você se sente triste, jogado de lado, esquecido... Ok, não escondo mesmo, eu amaria estar entre vocês! Quem quiser achar que é balela o que falo, tem todo o direito, isso não minimiza a admiração que também tenho por estes. 

Para mim, parece que foi ontem que deixei de fazer parte do dia a dia desta turma. Eu juro, vocês nao deixaram um so minuto de sair da minha cabeça, afinal, fizeram parte da maior vitoria da minha vida... Eu sinto aquela sala de aula.

Eu sinto os cheiros, escuto os comentários, quero emitir de novo minhas opnioes. Acreditem, hoje me sinto estranhamente melancólico... Queria estar ai com vocês. Nao sou hipócrita para dizer que voltaria o tempo. Nao sou tao egoista. Alem do que, tive meu caminho... Mas sinto falta da deliciosa sensação da presença da turma A.

Me faltam palavras agora... Mas desejos tenho de sobra. Peco uma coisa para voces:

. Comemorem muuuuuito! Voces conseguiram um vitoria deliciosa! Uma etapa vencida.

. Voces conseguiram o que muuuuita gente nao consegue... Muitos desistem no meio do caminho (por varias razoes, eu sei), mas isso os torna ainda mais especiais. Sintam-se especiais.

Voces sao muito especiais para mim pelo menos.

Parabens galera! Parabens...

domingo, 8 de março de 2009

Like a Friend




Don't bother saying you're sorry
Why don't you come in
Smoke all my cigarettes again
Every time I get no further
How long has it been?
Come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreams
You take up my time
Like some cheap magazine
When I could have been learning something
Oh well, you know what I mean,
Oh I've done this before
And I will do it again
Come on and kill me baby
While you smile like a friend
Oh and I'll come running
Just to do it again

You are the last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk
You are the habit I can't seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week
You are the car I never should have bought
You are the dream I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age
Like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid
Like a plane I've been told I never should board
Like a film that's so bad but I've got to stay till the end
Let me tell you now:

it's lucky for you that we're friends.

sexta-feira, 6 de março de 2009

Stamp Myself



Oh! Eu tenho que confessar...

Estou profundamente apaixonado por todos os meus pecados!

Isso pode?

Pode, depende apenas de você.

Na verdade não quero nem muito pensar em tudo...


Que fase desimpressionada de culpa!


O que é errado quase passou a ser “cool”.

Sociopata? Eu?

Nunca!

Amo a sociedade de cores e marcas.

É como se a etiqueta da tua calça dissesse a qualidade da tua carne, da tua conta bancária, da tua “coolisse”.

Eu sou “cool” pacas!

Mas a conta bancária já foi melhor.

Alias, essa tal de crise aí dá pra fazer a gente coçar a cabeça, fora os piolhos.

Eu não coço muito porque os cabelinhos não param de cair né...

Aí é fodsa...Não é foda, é fodsa mesmo.

Então, voltando ao assunto, essa crise aí ta dizendo pra todo mundo parar de usar as etiquetas pra fora da calças e apenas se preocupar em não deixar o bumbum de fora.

Mas convenhamos, uma calça bacana deixa a mulherada um show, né não?

Eu acho que a gente deveria parar de usar calças então!

Todo mundo nu com as etiquetas coladas em cima da buzanfa!

Show.

Vou lançar moda.

Alías, esse pessoal de moda que deve estar realmente coçando a cuca em função da “crises”.

Dizem que abusamos do supérfluo.

Dizem que abusamos do pecado.

Dizem que abusamos da Diesel (ou ela de nos)

Abusamos da True Religion!

Abusamos da Apple (abusando ou não, sera que alguem pode me ensinar como colocar acento nesta pooooo##a de teclado do meu Apple??)

Abusamos dos carrões...

Das motos bacanas...


Resumindo...

To fodido...

Mas o que eu faço?

Estou “enamorado” dos meus pecados?

Diesel, Harley, Mac... Amo vocês.


(Vixe... Isso era pra ser um texto “bunitim”)

domingo, 4 de janeiro de 2009

Fora do contexto...



Estou bem afetado por um assunto estes dias, o conflito no Oriente Médio. Isso me fez questionar sobre a veracidade das informações que circulam pela midia a fora sobre as ultimas guerras vividas. Vi uma entrevista de um ex-diretor da CIA para assuntos ligados ao Iraque. Vejam o que acham.

A War Crime or an Act of War? 
By Stephen C. Pelletiere 
New York Times | Opinion

Friday 31 January 2003

MECHANICSBURG, Pa. -- It was no surprise that President Bush, lacking smoking-gun evidence of Iraq's weapons programs, used his State of the Union address to re-emphasize the moral case for an invasion: "The dictator who is assembling the world's most dangerous weapons has already used them on whole villages, leaving thousands of his own citizens dead, blind or disfigured."

The accusation that Iraq has used chemical weapons against its citizens is a familiar part of the debate. The piece of hard evidence most frequently brought up concerns the gassing of Iraqi Kurds at the town of Halabja in March 1988, near the end of the eight-year Iran-Iraq war. President Bush himself has cited Iraq's "gassing its own people," specifically at Halabja, as a reason to topple Saddam Hussein.

But the truth is, all we know for certain is that Kurds were bombarded with poison gas that day at Halabja. We cannot say with any certainty that Iraqi chemical weapons killed the Kurds. This is not the only distortion in the Halabja story.

I am in a position to know because, as the Central Intelligence Agency's senior political analyst on Iraq during the Iran-Iraq war, and as a professor at the Army War College from 1988 to 2000, I was privy to much of the classified material that flowed through Washington having to do with the Persian Gulf. In addition, I headed a 1991 Army investigation into how the Iraqis would fight a war against the United States; the classified version of the report went into great detail on the Halabja affair.

This much about the gassing at Halabja we undoubtedly know: it came about in the course of a battle between Iraqis and Iranians. Iraq used chemical weapons to try to kill Iranians who had seized the town, which is in northern Iraq not far from the Iranian border. The Kurdish civilians who died had the misfortune to be caught up in that exchange. But they were not Iraq's main target.

And the story gets murkier: immediately after the battle the United States Defense Intelligence Agency investigated and produced a classified report, which it circulated within the intelligence community on a need-to-know basis. That study asserted that it was Iranian gas that killed the Kurds, not Iraqi gas.

The agency did find that each side used gas against the other in the battle around Halabja. The condition of the dead Kurds' bodies, however, indicated they had been killed with a blood agent -- that is, a cyanide-based gas -- which Iran was known to use. The Iraqis, who are thought to have used mustard gas in the battle, are not known to have possessed blood agents at the time.

These facts have long been in the public domain but, extraordinarily, as often as the Halabja affair is cited, they are rarely mentioned. A much-discussed article in The New Yorker last March did not make reference to the Defense Intelligence Agency report or consider that Iranian gas might have killed the Kurds. On the rare occasions the report is brought up, there is usually speculation, with no proof, that it was skewed out of American political favoritism toward Iraq in its war against Iran.

I am not trying to rehabilitate the character of Saddam Hussein. He has much to answer for in the area of human rights abuses. But accusing him of gassing his own people at Halabja as an act of genocide is not correct, because as far as the information we have goes, all of the cases where gas was used involved battles. These were tragedies of war. There may be justifications for invading Iraq, but Halabja is not one of them.

In fact, those who really feel that the disaster at Halabja has bearing on today might want to consider a different question: Why was Iran so keen on taking the town? A closer look may shed light on America's impetus to invade Iraq.

We are constantly reminded that Iraq has perhaps the world's largest reserves of oil. But in a regional and perhaps even geopolitical sense, it may be more important that Iraq has the most extensive river system in the Middle East. In addition to the Tigris and Euphrates, there are the Greater Zab and Lesser Zab rivers in the north of the country. Iraq was covered with irrigation works by the sixth century A.D., and was a granary for the region.

Before the Persian Gulf war, Iraq had built an impressive system of dams and river control projects, the largest being the Darbandikhan dam in the Kurdish area. And it was this dam the Iranians were aiming to take control of when they seized Halabja. In the 1990's there was much discussion over the construction of a so-called Peace Pipeline that would bring the waters of the Tigris and Euphrates south to the parched Gulf states and, by extension, Israel. No progress has been made on this, largely because of Iraqi intransigence. With Iraq in American hands, of course, all that could change.

Thus America could alter the destiny of the Middle East in a way that probably could not be challenged for decades -- not solely by controlling Iraq's oil, but by controlling its water. Even if America didn't occupy the country, once Mr. Hussein's Baath Party is driven from power, many lucrative opportunities would open up for American companies.

All that is needed to get us into war is one clear reason for acting, one that would be generally persuasive. But efforts to link the Iraqis directly to Osama bin Laden have proved inconclusive. Assertions that Iraq threatens its neighbors have also failed to create much resolve; in its present debilitated condition -- thanks to United Nations sanctions -- Iraq's conventional forces threaten no one.

Perhaps the strongest argument left for taking us to war quickly is that Saddam Hussein has committed human rights atrocities against his people. And the most dramatic case are the accusations about Halabja.

Before we go to war over Halabja, the administration owes the American people the full facts. And if it has other examples of Saddam Hussein gassing Kurds, it must show that they were not pro-Iranian Kurdish guerrillas who died fighting alongside Iranian Revolutionary Guards. Until Washington gives us proof of Saddam Hussein's supposed atrocities, why are we picking on Iraq on human rights grounds, particularly when there are so many other repressive regimes Washington supports?