terça-feira, 31 de março de 2009

My Alentejo

I intended to post a video now and my choice fall in the beautiful documentary broadcasted by SIC (Portuguese TV broadcaster…but obviously a Natural World documentary offered by BBC) about the biodiversity existing not only in my country but specifically in my region in opposition with another video, this one broadcasted by TVI (another Portuguese TV broadcaster) where words like corrupt are placed in the same sentence as the name of the prime minister from the country where I live... Back to the beauty, the so called ‘montado’ is described so beautifully in the documentary and is presented all his charm, environmental importance and magnificent splendor that actually surprised me seen this way. I just watched it here in the Internet and it is my intention to share it with you as I am dazzled. The title is Creatures of the Cork Forest and also presents a discussion about the natural corks stoppers placed in wine bottles being substituted by an artificial seal. After this… I definitely vote for natural corks. I left you with an ancestral Portuguese proverb about the importance of the years in this beautiful scenario which is important to preserve:
"Vinhas das minhas,
Olivais dos meus pais,
E montados dos meus antepassados…"

domingo, 29 de março de 2009

My Beautiful Feelings

Today I felt love during the day and thought how beautiful it can be but I will get through this weird moment...

quinta-feira, 26 de março de 2009

My Culturgest Thursday Night


Walking towards the main door to enjoy John Taylor Trio Jazz concert...

sexta-feira, 20 de março de 2009

My Lisbon civil construction Art


Ok, it is not mine...and probably the photo does not help but you can just walk from Cais do Sodre to Bairro and see for yourselves...

terça-feira, 17 de março de 2009

My Stupidity at 5:11 PM

I am so stupid… but so stupid… incredibly stupid... brutally stupid...pure dumb ass... I am so fucking stupid... so "#$"#%#$ #$&$%/&%# and "#%#$&" and "%$#"%#$ and "#%$/(/)(&/ and %$/%($ and even !"#$"!#$$ STUPID....


Breathe in...

Breathe out...

Count to 10...

1, 2,...

Goosfraba...

Idiot...

Relax...

Let your anger gently flow out of your body...

Keep breathing...

Deeper...

Once more breathe in and breathe out...

...

A bit better now...

Don't think about it...

Errr....

domingo, 15 de março de 2009

My Vote

This one is easy. This election is interesting, inspiring, and important to your mind spirit, to your future. Only a small percentage should respect Portugal because my country is only a small percentage of this global election. VOTE EARTH. On March 28 you can vote switching off your lights for one hour, from 8:30-9:30 PM. This is Earth Hour against global warming. The election results are going to be presented in Global Climate Change Conference in Copenhagen 2009 and this way I am helping spreading the word out.
Check out all the information at Earth Hour! Vote Earth!


terça-feira, 10 de março de 2009

My Night Train to Lisbon by Pascal Mercier

This is just a book I am reading about a Swiss professor, expert in old and classical languages, whose nickname is Mundus and suddenly in his life, changing all his habits and routines always followed mindfully through his thick glasses, he meets a strange Portuguese woman who barely speaks to him but the few is enough to feel the melodic sound in Portuguese words which echoes in his ears for more time than in reality becoming impassioned. From this short contact and after having touch with a Portuguese book written by Amadeu Inácio de Almeida Prado with absolute no logical reason he starts a quest trying to find this author leaving past behind all his current, defined and comfortable common life. His seek brings him obviously to Lisbon, the capital and largest city in Portugal and as he walks in Lisbon streets some peculiar places are described and as I read I confess… ‘Cheira bem, cheira a Lisboa’ is in the air…





quarta-feira, 4 de março de 2009

My First Year

And so it was, just like no one said how it would be...

My first year without you ends with tears, tears for thinking about everything just right now, tears that occasionally have the opportunity to feel what exists beyond the eyes just for small seconds, tears that urge to scream and make feel the whip, tears that I control not every day I assume but occasionally as said... The same tears with who I struggled for months with every strength of my body. And now in my current solitude (as always) I do not have the control, I don't want to... I do not struggle, I don't want to... not now... Those same tears gush through my eyes gently as my penitence asks why... How so different life would be even with all my lacks of responsibility, my bad judgements and my bad family connection...

I entirely assume my will of smiling every day never thinking of the past year, blocking in my mind all the thoughts that make me struggle but I am not indifferent despite what it can look from outside. Even when it just seems I don't care it is just the shield I managed to grow up in me to never show you my fears. Not to you, not almost to anyone... And this is the way I write... writing to you... and as people say, wherever you are... maybe looking... maybe smiling and not alone... while I stay! But don't worry because I am stronger now, much stronger... just not now... I don't want to... I am stronger and wiser, tricking my mind with insane rationality, never wasting a single hour or minute with nothing crossing it. This is my game even if confused with unconcern. My mind is so busy that I lost myself in my million thoughts but I don't care because I will not cry. And if occasionally I feel such need, I struggle until I am back in the game again. This is not indifference... From the deep of my guts I want to scream when I am accused of that, but I can't and I won't because I am better now and I understand. Is it bad to close my thoughts? Is it selfish? Yes I am ok this way but what do you think? Do you think I have forgotten you? Never... despite my lousy game. I just don't want to struggle more... Please don't be mad... I miss you being mad... Maybe I am not that strong and I am a coward instead... But I am ok as long as you still love me... and I am pretty sure you do... wherever you are... even if I have never said it too you, only responding to your message 'Adoro-te' with a complete idiocy similar to 'Eu também' when you were turning weaker... My stupid reasons stopped me for saying it even if I only felt such need in those times... Do you read my thoughts? Some of them are pretty stupid aren't they? But this is just me... I am sorry! All so many things I wanted to apologise to you would sound me as a 'Goodbye' and I never wanted that... I never thought of that... I only said 'We will see tomorrow how things are going' even if Dad thought I didn't want to face the cruel truth telling me several times how bad was the clinical chart. Don't blame him, he was just trying to protect me, I know. He is really strong too you know, facing all the adversities, not alone, never alone, but with stomach. Yeah, I know, he as large stomach... I remind you laughing now; we were all in the car... I remember... I won't tell the story here because I am not going to mock her, but it was pretty funny... I wrote around a year ago that I didn't want to miss you, I used another blog before this one... really, I did used... anyway I wrote I didn't want to miss you but now as I go calmer I don't think that anymore if it is to talk a little bit with you, but just the good stuff... I don't want to talk about bad stuff... Na na... good and funny stuff cleans my mind and I don't need to struggle... not because I don't want now... I don't need too...

terça-feira, 3 de março de 2009

My Critic

This post goes, not to the one I love as the song, but to my literary critic which contributes hugely to the inherent quality growth in this blog when English language is concern. Thanks to his incisive commentaries, massive reading of English literature and full time dedication to all words written among these lines I felt the need to improve, and keep improving, my literacy to not be offended, be made anecdote and the most important to not induce our fellow non-Portuguese cohabitants in this little blue and potentially more beautiful planet, especially those who can speak, talk and read the language of William Shakespeare, in error about my language lack of skills minding the Portuguese reputation. I will transcript just a small conversation with my critic, translated and including a little bit of eloquence writing to enhance the glamour of words, noticing his wise concern enlightening me about such vile fault.

Critic: "Is it Rik a non-Portuguese friend of yours?"

Tunes: "No! Why?"

Critic: "That's good or else he would be so badly impressed..."

In that moment I stuttered in thinking with all this new vision for a brighter world crossing the front of my eyes through the delicate weight of words with a striking truth about the importance of a well articulated and constructed sentence currently. This conversation took place via instant messaging after he made an exhaustive reading along some of my posts and noticed people responded me using the commentary little box I made available asking for knowledge. It is my intention to greatly thank and expose the deeply esteem I possess for him and promote the influence he moved in me always, inviting others to accept his faultless guidance seeking for constant evolution attempting to achieve easily their own awesomeness...

I Thank

domingo, 1 de março de 2009