2º CORRIDA CONTRA O CANCRO EM ARCOS DE VALDEVEZ

Terá lugar no dia 1 de Maio, pelas 9h30, em Arcos de Valdevez, a “2.ª Corrida da luta contra o cancro”. O percurso será entre Arcos de Valdevez, com partida do Campo do Transladário, Ponte da Barca e regresso a Arcos de Valdevez. PARTICIPA!

Life...

I feel trapped... I never wanted to be a teacher and now it feels like I never knew how to e anything else. My creative blood has been sucked by the meanest vampire of all: university! I was never alowed to let my creativity flow freely. I was always repremanded when I tried to think or do somthing outside the box. The result: frustration, indifference, lack of motivation. And these led to the death of my being. I am but a shadow of the person I was before. Happiness is just a sweet memory, a wet dream I have sometimes and wish I would never wake up from. I watch all the lovely romantic movies and try to tell myself they're all crap. But then I look at my own life and realize that I wish it was a bit more like the romantic movies I sometimes see. Is it wrong of me to want a fairytale? Will I experience it one day? I don't know... All I can do is just live everyday in perfect harmony with myself. It is not my fault... it's just life.

Sunflowers

And I looooOOOOoooove sunflowers!

Dandelion

I just looooOOOOoooove dandelions!

Brand New Day...

I woke up a while ago... Jumped in the shower, had breakfast but I'm still tired! It's like I wake up feeling more tired than when I went to sleep... I wish I had a better work schedule.

Yes... I know... my writing isn't as passionate as it was in the past. I guess I'm kind of numb lately. I worry... I worry about the future. I worry about my future and the future of the economy, the future of this country, the future of the freaking planet! It's a lot to worry about. I try to set these worries at ease, but when I'm actually almost carefree they come back again... it's a vicious cycle of worrying... but I know I'll beat this! :) Tomorrow will be a brand new day!

I'm baaaaAAAAaaaack...

Hello, hello!

After five months of silence, I am back to weird you out with my private ramblings and attempts of writting poetry. Ah! and some sporadic attempts of photography! Yes! Those are the best EVER!

Write to you soon...

I WISH

I WISH YOU WOULD SEE ME

AS I AM TODAY

I WISH YOU COULD BE ME

JUST FOR ONE DAY

THE WORLD AS I KNOW IT

IS A HARD ROCK

NOT EASILY BROKEN...

I'VE BEEN DEEMED UNFIT~

NOT OF THE SAME STOCK,

NOT ONE OF THE CHOSEN.

I AM PLAIN JANE

I AM WEIRD

AND NOT VAIN

HE IS ALWAYS WITH ME

TO KEEP ME GROUNDED

TO HELP ME SEE

HOW THE WORLD IS

HAPPY AND CRUEL.

I SAY, HE SAYS...

NOTHING IS TRUE!

NOTHING IS NOTHING

AND NOTHING OOZES THROUGH...

seeing is believing

I'm way up high
I can touch the sky
I swam in the sea
but it was too early
I walked in the rain
now I smile again
and I lay in the sun
laughing and having fun.
I bathe in moonlight
and embrace the night
I touch your satin skin
and give in to sin...
Lust and greed
is what I feel...
I burn for you
a flame of blue
that never fades
burning through decades
melting and fusing
our bodies as one
cursing and refusing
to come undone.
We're molded like hot wax
into one perfect being
able to open our eyes and relax
because seeing is believing...

Last Night

Last night
I got lost in you
the fear of love
was paralyzing
the fear of loss of self
was agonizing
the fear of sadness
was mesmerizing
the fear of fear itself
breeds madness...
Past ghosts
fade in and fade out
bringing numbed doubt.
But hope creeps in
like a dark shadow
of a mad man warped in sin
that kills tomorrow...
The daze left by years that pass,
as slow or as fast as you can imagine,
breeds love and sorrow that never last.
And so we doubt what is destined...
A tired body walks the edge of a knife
doubting fate and destiny,
wondering about life
and decisions that were hasty...
A battered soul that hungers
for what is denied...
A banshee that banters
to announce someone that died...
They are all a part of me,
screaming and yearning to be free...
Love was lost and now is found
in flames of desire
that burn me to the ground
and turn into my funeral pyre...

My Love Is...

my love is a flickering light
a star that shines so bright
it's a noisy silence,
a dark brilliance,
a fire that does not burn,
a thought that doesn't turn...
it's a sane madness,
tears without sadness.
My love is blind faith,
an everlasting flame
that burns deep within
purifying past sin...
It is a steady sea
that brings you to me.
It's a whisper in the night,
an unbeatable fight.
My love is calm,
a poem, a psalm...
It is intensity
burning through eternity.
It is power,
a blissful shower...
It defies time
and a poets rhyme...
My love is blind
and laid on the line...
It is passion free of reason
it is song to every season...
It's all I think of
because you are my love...