live all u can

are we human...?

2009-01-25T13:19:00.001Z

I did my best to notice
When the call came down the line
Up to the platform of surrender
I was brought but I was kind

And sometimes I get nervous
When I see an open door
Close your eyes, clear your heart
Cut the cord

Are we human or are we dancers?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
Are we human or are we dancers?

Pay my respects to grace and virtue
Send my condolences to good
Give my regards to soul and romance
They always did the best they could

And so long to devotion
You taught me everything I know
Wave goodbye, wish me well
You've gotta let me go

Are we human or are we dancers?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
Are we human or are we dancers?

Will your system be alright
When you dream of home tonight?
There is no message we're receiving
Let me know, is your heart still beating?

Are we human or are we dancers?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I'm on my knees looking for the answer

You've gotta let me know
Are we human or are we dancers?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
Are we human or are we dancers?

Are we human or are we dancers?
Are we human or are we dancers?

common sense

2008-10-26T20:26:00.002Z

Common sense is instinct, and enough of it is genius.
(Josh Billings)

and these days there's such a lack of it...

life

2008-10-09T22:00:00.002+01:00

The purpose of life is a life of purpose.

(Robert Byrne)

a drink...?

2008-10-08T21:48:00.001+01:00

tr3s

2008-10-01T16:47:00.003+01:00

O’Byrne riu-se descontroladamente.
-Dizer mentiras… dizer mentiras…- gaguejou. Lucy tirou a garrafa das mãos de Pauline e levou-a aos lábios. O’Byrne recuperou um pouco da serenidade. As pernas tremiam-lhe. – Endoideceram ambas.
Lucy deu uma pancadinha no esterilizador e disse a Pauline:
- Isto demora ainda alguns minutos. Vamos lavar as mãos na cozinha.
O’Byrne tentou levantar a cabeça.
- Aonde vão? – perguntou, quando saíram. – Pauline… Pauline!
Mas Pauline não tinha nada mais a dizer. Lucy parou à porta do quarto e sorriu-lhe.
- Vamos deixar-te um cotozinho giro, para te recordares de nós. – E fechou a porta.
Na mesa de cabeceira, o esterilizador começou a assobiar. Pouco depois ouviu-se o barulho baixo de água a ferver e no interior os instrumentos chocarem ao de leve uns com os outros. Aterrorizado, ele puxou a mão. O cabedal estava a esfolar-lhe a pele do pulso. A correia roçava-lhe agora na base do polegar. Passaram minutos infinitos. Ele choramingava e puxava, e a aresta da correia cravava-se-lhe profundamente na mão. Estava quase livre.
A porta abriu-se e Lucy e Pauline entraram com uma pequena mesa baixa. Devido ao medo, O’Byrne sentiu de novo excitação, uma excitação horrorizada. Elas colocaram a mesa ao lado da cama. Lucy inclinou-se muito para a erecção dele.
- Oh, olhem para isto… olhem para isto – murmurou. Com uma pinça, Pauline tirou instrumentos da água a ferver e depositou-os, em filas certas e cromadas na toalha da mesa branca, engomada, que estendera em cima da mesa. A correia deslizou um nadinha para a frente. Lucy sentou-se na beira da cama e tirou a seringa grande do recipiente em forma de rim. – Isto vai deixar-te um pouco ensonado – prometeu. Voltou a seringa para cima, na perpendicular, e expeliu um pequeno jacto de líquido. E quando ela estendia a mão para o algodão em rama o braço de O’Byrne soltou-se. Lucy sorriu. Pousou a seringa. Inclinou-se de novo para a frente… quente, perfumada… fitando-o com os olhos vermelhos desvairados… os seus dedos brincaram sobre a sua ponta… imobilizou-o entre os dedos. – Deita-te para baixo, Michael, meu queridinho. – Acenou rapidamente a Pauline. – Se prender melhor essa correia, enfermeira Shepherd, penso que depois podemos começar.

(Ian McEwan, Entre os lençóis)

disturbia

2008-10-01T16:16:00.000+01:00

sex...

2008-09-25T20:53:00.000+01:00

Sex between a man and a woman can be absolutely wonderful - provided you get between the right man and the right woman.

(Woody Allen)

Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation... The other eight are unimportant.

(Henry Miller)

M

2008-09-17T01:02:00.002+01:00

sticky and sweet

2008-09-17T00:23:00.005+01:00

tão bem estas palavras que li descrevem o que senti...

"Cantei, gritei, vibrei, arrepiei, chorei, só não pulei mais porque não tinha espaço. E sim, adorei, adorei e adorei. O início barulhento em que tudo se desmonta e movimenta formando as telas no palco, a entrada do carro, o pugilismo absolutamente perfeito ao som da música, o saltar à corda e dançar ao mesmo tempo, as roupas de menina sweet e rebelde, o "Vogue" mais descontraído, misturado e alternativo, o "Like a Prayer" alternativo eelectrónico, os simpáticos ciganos, a saída de um quase real comboio, o brincar com ela mesma, com a sua idade algo avançada, o "Get Stupid" altamente crítico e ferino, o lindíssimo momento "You must Love me", a ausência de muitos dançarinos para acompanhar o "Ray of light" e noutros momentos que assim se previam cheios de gente em palco, o maravilhoso e surreal cenário do "Even the devil wouldn't recognize you", os dois excelentes japoneses, os dançarinos coordenadíssimos, o espanhol divertido, as guitarradas quase ensurdecedoras, ela sozinha em palco com o microfone à frente sem necessidade de exageros, a adesão do público que me rodeava, aquelas pernas extraordinariamente notáveis, aquele sorriso lindíssimo de mulher adulta mas, por vezes, tão menina, aqueles olhos enormes brilhantes, aquela franjinha, a luz que vem daquela mulher.
Madge, thank's again for the moment." - some ridiculous thoughts

it´s tomorrow!!!

2008-09-13T22:54:00.002+01:00

counting down each second...

the gift

2008-09-04T12:40:00.003+01:00

You may not have much to give me, but I have never been a material person . . . so it wouldn't matter much anyway. You do have something to give me, though . . . and I know I'll accept this gift with joy. You may choose not to wrap it . . . I want it to be presented to me as pristine as can be. And anyway, decorations or wrappings would certainly ruin the effect. And so it is . . . that you stand before me. . . unclothed, but surprisingly, unashamed of your nakedness. You have already captured a piece of my heart, and you have captivated my soul. The only thing left for me to present to you is my very being . . . and I do that willingly, happily, and most of all . . . lovingly.

the crunch

2008-08-21T00:53:00.001+01:00

too much too little

too fat
too thin
or nobody.

laughter or
tears

haters
lovers

strangers with faces like
the backs of
thumb tacks

armies running through
streets of blood
waving winebottles
bayoneting and fucking
virgins.

an old guy in a cheap room
with a photograph of M. Monroe.

there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock

people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other
one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners

it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone

untouched
unspoken to

watering a plant.

people are not good to each other.
people are not good to each other.
people are not good to each other.

I suppose they never will be.
I don't ask them to be.

but sometimes I think about
it.

the beads will swing
the clouds will cloud
and the killer will behead the child
like taking a bite out of an ice cream cone.

too much
too little

too fat
too thin
or nobody

more haters than lovers.

people are not good to each other.
perhaps if they were
our deaths would not be so sad.

meanwhile I look at young girls
stems
flowers of chance.

there must be a way.

surely there must be a way that we have not yet
though of.

who put this brain inside of me?

it cries
it demands
it says that there is a chance.

it will not say
"no."

(Charles Bukowski)

laugh

2008-08-18T23:23:00.002+01:00

Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.

(W. H. Auden)

M

2008-08-18T23:16:00.001+01:00

i know i'm late, but better late than never...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

and see you soon!

o homem que nunca amou

2008-07-25T12:58:00.004+01:00

Contam que Bajezid Bistami falava a uma grande e atenta plateia. Todos os presentes, velhos ou jovens, estavam fascinados com as suas palavras. No auge deste encantamento, quando o seu discurso enlevava a todos, entrou um fumador de ópio, e com a fala algo arrastada disse:
- Mestre, o meu burro perdeu-se. Ajuda-me a encontrá-lo.
- Paciência, meu filho, eu vou achá-lo - disse-lhe Bajezid Bistami, continuando seu sermão.
Após algum tempo, enquanto ainda discursava, perguntou aos presentes:
- Existe alguém entre nós que nunca amou?
- Eu - disse um velho levantando-se - eu nunca amei ninguém, desde minha mais remota juventude. Nunca o fogo da paixão consumiu minha alma. Para que não turvasse minha mente, nunca deixei o amor ocupar meu coração.
O venerando Bajezid Bistami voltou-se então para o fumador de ópio que pouco antes o havia interrompido e disse:
- Vês, meu filho, acabo de achar o teu burro! Pega nele e leva-o daqui.

M

2008-07-22T11:17:00.000+01:00

What are you waiting for?
Nobody's gonna show you how
Why work for someone else
To do what you can do right now?

Got no boundaries and no limits
If there's excitement, put me in it
If it's against the law, arrest me
If you can handle it, undress me

Don't stop me now, don't need to catch my breath
I can go on and on and on
When the lights go down and there's no one left
I can go on and on and on

M

teu corpo seja brasa

2008-07-14T21:35:00.003+01:00

teu corpo seja brasa
e o meu a casa
que se consome no fogo

um incêndio basta
pra consumar esse jogo
uma fogueira chega
pra eu brincar de novo

(Alice Ruiz)

sbsr

2008-07-13T21:50:00.002+01:00

persegue um sonho...

2008-07-08T22:44:00.002+01:00

Persegue um sonho, mas não o deixes viver sozinho!
Deixa-te levar pelas vontades, mas não enlouqueças por elas!
Acelera os teus pensamentos, mas não permitas que eles te consumam!
Procura os teus caminhos, mas não magoes ninguém nessa procura.

Arrepende-te, volta atrás, pede perdão!
Não te acostumes com o que não te faz feliz,
Revolta-te quando julgares necessário.
Alaga o teu coração de esperanças, mas não deixes que ele se afogue nelas.

Se achares que precisas voltar, volta!
Se perceberes que precisas seguir, segue!
Se estiver tudo errado, começa de novo.
Se estiver tudo certo, continua.
Se sentires saudades, mata-as.
Se perderes um amor, não te percas!
Se o achares, segura-o!

(Fernando Pessoa)

cunt

2008-07-07T22:48:00.003+01:00

A man gave me the middle finger when he cut me off
Then my piano teacher said I’m just not good enough
My family called to wish me Happy Birthday which is sweet
But for your future reference guys my birthday was last week

Forgive me for what I say for what I say is blunt
Have you ever had one of those days where everyone’s a Cunt?

Your mother, your brother, your sister and your father
A lover, another, a teacher or your doctor
Co-workers and strangers and then all of your friends
Even the president- Why is everyone a Cunt?

I called the phone company I was overcharged again
They said, “Yeah that seems likely, too bad, thanks for choosing Sprint”
Oh then my roommate moved out without any warning
It’s moot to boot my landlord evicted me this morning

Now I lay me down to sleep tomorrow start anew
I pray the lord my soul to keep unless he’s a Cunt too

It’s a derogatory term for female genitalia
But if you are a misanthrope this term will never fail ya
Or if you’re a feminist who thinks the “C” word sick
Well it don’t make no difference ’cause everyone’s a dick

slowmo erotic

desire

2008-07-06T12:00:00.003+01:00

I am overwhelmed with a burning desire, a desire locked down deep inside, one that cannot be concealed anymore. I long for one sweet kiss to quench my thirst, I long for one tender touch that will last a lifetime.

palavras não ditas, gestos não feitos...

2008-07-04T12:38:00.003+01:00

"Quando pensava nela, ficava pasmado por ter deixado partir aquela rapariga com o seu violino. Agora, claro, percebia que a proposta abnegada que ela lhe fizera era irrelevante. Tudo de que ela precisava era da certeza do seu amor e de que ele lhe garantisse que não havia pressa, quando tinham a vida inteira pela frente. Amor e paciência – se ao menos ele tivesse possuído os dois ao mesmo tempo – por certo tê-los-iam ajudado aos dois. E então que crianças por nascer teriam tido as suas oportunidades, que menina com uma fia no cabelo se teria tornado a sua filha adorada? É assim, não fazendo nada, que todo o curso de uma vida pode ser alterado. Na praia de Chesil ele poderia ter chamado Florence, poderia ter ido no seu encalço. Não sabia, ou não quis saber que, quando ela fugiu dele, segura na sua angústia de que estava prestes a perdê-lo, ela nunca o amara mais, ou mais desesperadamente, que o som da sua voz teria sido uma libertação, e que ela teria retrocedido. Em vez disso, permaneceu no frio e no silencio virtuoso do fim daquele dia de Verão, vendo-a caminhar apressada pela praia, com o som do seu avanço penoso abafado pelas pequenas vagas, até se tornar uma mancha indistinta, um ponto a desaparecer contra a imensa estrada de seixos a brilhar na luz pálida do lusco-fusco."

(Ian McEwan, Na praia de Chesil)

a alma do poeta

2008-07-02T13:00:00.005+01:00

é de sonho que se tece a verdade do poeta e a poesia acontece quando o poeta se esquece de acordar na hora certa com o corpo adormecido e a alma bem desperta a vida faz mais sentido e murmura ao ouvido do sonho a palavra certa e depois é só trocar por palavras sentimentos e as emoções enganar e fazê-las confessar os verdadeiros intentos sonhar é fazer sorrir a lágrima mais dolorosa e os pesadelos despir para depois os vestir de mil sonhos cor-de-rosa é fazer o sol brilhar na noite mais tenebrosa por a tristeza a cantar e devolver ao olhar aquela luz preciosa é roubar ao pôr-do-dolum raio de luz derradeiro e fazer dele um farol que ilumine o mundo inteiro

(João Mendonça)

rise up!

2008-06-30T12:46:00.001+01:00

A democracy cannot be both ignorant and free. - Thomas Jefferson

When people fear the government, there is tyranny. When government fears the people, there is liberty. - Thomas Paine

Prisons are built with stones of law, brothels with bricks of religion. - William Blake

The great are great only because we are on our knees. Let us rise! - Max Stirner

what's on your mind?

2008-06-30T12:35:00.001+01:00

hey!

2008-06-29T11:33:00.001+01:00

aerials

2008-06-29T11:19:00.002+01:00

Life is a waterfall
We’re one in the river
And one again after the fall
Swimming through the void
We hear the word
We lose ourselves
But we find it all….
Cause we are the ones that want to play
Always want to go
But you never want to stay
And we are the ones that want to choose
Always want to play
But you never want to lose
Aerials, in the sky
When you lose small mind
You free your life
Life is a waterfall
We drink from the river
Then we turn around and put up our walls
Swimming through the void
We hear the word
We lose ourselves
But we find it all…
Cause we are the ones that want to play
Always want to go
But you never want to stay
And we are the ones that want to choose
Always want to play
But you never want to lose
Aerials, in the sky
When you lose small mind
You free your life
Aerials, so up high
When you free your eyes eternal prize
Aerials, in the sky
When you lose small mind
You free your life
Aerials, so up high
When you free your eyes eternal prize

(System Of A Down)

intimidade

2008-06-27T20:46:00.006+01:00

passa a roupa
avesso direito
frente costas
costuras
gola cós
barra

ele vem
abraça-a
faz-lhe cócegas
amarrota tudo

dão risadas

(Líria Porto)

excitação

2008-06-26T22:36:00.003+01:00

O que paira no ar
o que não se adivinha
vontade de colar lábios
a lábios
a face
a pescoço

bruma, fábrica de mistério

as coxas
a mão curva
o olhar turvo
mármore de monumento
branco
sem aviso iluminado
tontura
raio
excitação.

(Carlos Peres Feio)

men and women

2008-06-25T12:01:00.001+01:00

underneath

2008-06-23T20:37:00.000+01:00

Look at us break our bonds in this kitchen
Look at us rallying all our defenses
Look at us waging war in our bedroom
Look at us jumping ship in our dialogues

There is no difference in what we're doing in here
That doesn't show up as bigger symptoms out there
So why spend all our time in dressing our bandages
When we've the ultimate key to the cause right here, our underneath

Look at us form our cliques in our sandbox
Look at us micro kids with both our hearts blocked
Look at us turn away from all the rough spots
Look at dictatorship on my own block

There is no difference in what we're doing in here
That doesn't show up as bigger symptoms out there
So why spend all our time in dressing our bandages
When we've the ultimate key to the cause right here, our underneath

How I've spun my wheels with carts before my horse
When shine on the outside springs from the root
Spotlight on these seeds of simpler reasons
This core, born into form, starts in our living room

There is no difference in what we're doing in here
That doesn't show up as bigger symptoms out there
So why spend all our time in dressing our bandages
When we've the ultimate key to the cause right here, our underneath

at the beach

2008-06-22T11:58:00.004+01:00

"I am a happily married 30 something year old man. Up unitl last year I had never even thought about another man in a sexual way. I love looking at girls and love seeing them in their nude state. We have a nudist beach nearby called sandy bay. I went there one Friday afternoon without my wife knowing to perv at the naked girls on the beach.

It was quite and there wasn’t much going on but after walking for an hour or so on the beach in a semi aroused state I needed relief and I found a small enclosed rock area where I thought I could jerk off in private. I took my shorts off and closed my eyes as I started to pull myself off loving the feeling of standing naked in the open.

I got a fright as I heard a noise and saw a man looking at me .Embarrassed I covered with my towel up but didn’t leave for some weird and wonderful reason.

He moved into the rock enclosure next to mine and although I couldn't see him I sensed he was there. I was still rock hard with a throbbing penis that needed relief. I was scared and excited and was wondering what to do when I noticed him step forward slight just so I could see his legs and shorts.

He gently rubbed himself and stepped back again into the rock enclosure next to mine. I couldn't believe it, I was disgusted and excited all at the same time, I wanted to see more. The next time he stepped forward I also stroked myself over my towel.

This went on back and forth a few more times until he stepped out of his enclosure and moved into mine. He stood there in front of me. The excitement was overwhelming, I felt that I should run but I couldn’t. I was scared but amazingly horny too. Before I knew it the man leant forward and grabbed me through my towel on my dong giving two squeezes and then letting go. He smiled at me but said nothing.

The ball was now firmly in my court and I found myself doing the same as he did to me through his shorts. He smiled at me as I had the courage not to let go, I continued to rub his dick over his shorts not caring anymore, excited and horny and wanting more. I let him pull my towel off and he took my rock hard naked cock in his hand.

He pulled me into the enclosure where he had been standing and I watched as he stepped out of his shorts. He was huge, much bigger than me with a beautiful circumcised cock. I moved to him taking him in my hand as he locked into me. We were now standing there in the open air locked into each other jerking each other off. I loved his cock in my hand and loved the feeling of him jerking my huge rock hard hardon off. He kissed my neck and played with my nipples as I came all over his leg, it was awesome. I wanted him to come and loved the feeling of watching him shoot his load as a continued to pull him off. He then just turned and left without saying another word.

I haven’t been able to keep away since and in the last 6 months have been back 5 other times to the beach all ending in happy endings..."

summer's colors

2008-06-21T12:12:00.006+01:00

summer morning

2008-06-21T11:44:00.002+01:00

I saw dawn creep across the sky,
And all the gulls go flying by.
I saw the sea put on its dress
Of blue midsummer loveliness,
And heard the trees begin to stir
Green arms of pine and juniper.
I heard the wind call out and say:
“Get up, my dear, it is today!”

sim... não...?

2008-06-19T23:01:00.003+01:00

Acho tão natural que não se pense
Que me ponho a rir às vezes, sozinho,
Não sei bem de quê, mas é de qualquer cousa
Que tem que ver com haver gente que pensa ...

Que pensará o meu muro da minha sombra?
Pergunto-me às vezes isto até dar por mim
A perguntar-me cousas. . .
E então desagrado-me, e incomodo-me
Como se desse por mim com um pé dormente. . .

Que pensará isto de aquilo?
Nada pensa nada.
Terá a terra consciência das pedras e plantas que tem?
Se ela a tiver, que a tenha...
Que me importa isso a mim?
Se eu pensasse nessas cousas,
Deixaria de ver as árvores e as plantas
E deixava de ver a Terra,
Para ver só os meus pensamentos ...
Entristecia e ficava às escuras.
E assim, sem pensar tenho a Terra e o Céu.

(Alberto Caeiro)

earth song

2008-06-18T19:53:00.002+01:00

Do we give a damn?

people...

2008-06-17T19:45:00.004+01:00

We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.

(Anais Nin)

There is seldom such a thing as an absolute truth. Everything we see and hear causes us to come to a conclusion about what we have seen or heard based upon our own experiences up to that point.

A magician will deliberately use our way of perceiving things to suggest that something impossible has just taken place, and therefore entertain us.

A man boarded a tube train with three children and sat in the corner seat while the children started playing loudly and running up and down the carriage. After several stops the other passengers were becoming increasingly annoyed and one of them eventually spoke to the man, asking why he didn’t keep his children under control. The man raised his head slowly and looking over to where his children were playing apologised to the other passenger saying he had not really been thinking about the children, he had just come from the hospital were his wife had, after a short illness, died, that morning. The passenger had failed to see things as they were because his own perception had only included the children, not the grieving father.
At work the same thing is true. People will make assumptions about others or about situations based on a perception that has been created in the past and has no relevance to the current situation.

black

2008-06-16T13:59:00.000+01:00

viva la vida

2008-06-16T11:48:00.002+01:00

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone there was never
Never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St. Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)

Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringings
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St. Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

andava a lua nos céus

2008-06-15T12:31:00.003+01:00

Andava a lua nos céus
Com o seu bando de estrelas

Na minha alcova
Ardiam velas
Em candelabros de bronze

Pelo chão em desalinho
Os veludos pareciam
Ondas de sangue e ondas de vinho

Ele, olhava-me cismando;
E eu,
Plácidamente, fumava,
Vendo a lua branca e nua
Que pelos céus caminhava.

Aproximou-se; e em delírio
Procurou avidamente
E avidamente beijou
A minha boca de cravo
Que a beijar se recusou.

Arrastou-me para ele,
E encostado ao meu ombro
Falou-me de um pagem loiro
Que morrera de saudade
À beira-mar, a cantar...

Olhei o céu!

Agora, a lua, fugia,
Entre nuvens que tornavam
A linda noite sombria.

Deram-se as bocas num beijo,
Um beijo nervoso e lento...
O homem cede ao desejo
Como a nuvem cede ao vento

Vinha longe a madrugada.

Por fim,
Largando esse corpo
Que adormecera cansado
E que eu beijara, loucamente,
Sem sentir,
Bebia vinho, perdidamente
Bebia vinha..., até cair.

(António Botto)

anda vem...

2008-06-15T00:32:00.003+01:00

Anda vem..., porque te negas,
Carne morena, toda perfume?
Porque te calas,
Porque esmoreces,
Boca vermelha --- rosa de lume?

Se a luz do dia
Te cobre de pejo,
Esperemos a noite presos num beijo.

Dá-me o infinito gozo
De contigo adormecer
Devagarinho, sentindo
O aroma e o calor
Da tua carne, meu amor!

E ouve, mancebo alado:
Entrega-te, sê contente!
--- Nem todo o prazer
Tem vileza ou tem pecado!

Anda, vem!... Dá-me o teu corpo
Em troca dos meus desejos...
Tenho saudades da vida!
Tenho sede dos teus beijos!

(António Botto)

one night stand

2008-06-13T23:04:00.004+01:00

Now that I've caught your eye and we've exchanged furtive glances...
Now what?
Now that we've kissed and we've said a few words...
Now what?
Now I've told my friends and worried what they'll think. Now I've closed my mind worried what I think...
Now what?
Now that I've made myself at home and climbed into your bed. Now that I can't be bothered and you just can't...
Now what?
Now that it's morning and I can see you clearly. Now that it's morning and you can see me clearly...
Now what?
Now that you've got what you wanted and you've got your life to lead. It's now what I expected and I think I'd better leave...
Now what?
So now that you've explored me and we've exchanged informal chat ...
Now what?
What happens now?
I leave.

time to go!

2008-06-12T23:34:00.001+01:00

any doubts...?

2008-06-11T22:01:00.004+01:00

Scientists show 18 reasons why having sex is extremely beneficial for our health:

1. Our mental and emotional health balance is clearly influenced by sex. Abstinence is known to cause from anxiety to paranoia and depression… In fact, in case of light depressions, after having sex the brain releases endorphins, that decrease stress, inducing a state of euphoria.

2. Sex can be a beauty treatment. While having sex, a woman’s body doubles the estrogen level, and this makes her hair shine and the skin becomes softer.

3. A 10-year research carried on 1,000 middle-aged men at Queens University in Belfast, Ireland, showed that sex on a regular basis increases the humans’ lifespan. For the same age and health, those who had orgasms more frequently had half the death rate of men who did not have such frequent orgasms. This could be due to the plummeting stress hormones, reaction that installs after we have sex.

4. Sweating while having sex cleanse the skin pores, making the skin brighter and decreasing the risk of developing dermatitis.

5. Sex can make us lose weight. You burn all that fat and carbohydrates from the romantic dinner. Quickies of 20 minutes weekly mean 7 500 calories annually, that’s as much as you consume on 120 km (745 mi) of jogging. A sex session can burn about 200 calories. This is like running 15 minutes on a treadmill!

6. Sex strengthen our muscles. You can imagine the effort made by your muscles through those pushes and flexions. It depends on your stunts in bed, of course. And it’s clearly a lot more fun than running for miles.

7. The more active your sex life is, the more attractive for the opposite sex you are. High sexual activity makes the body release more pheromones, chemicals that attract the opposite sex.

8. Sex sharpens our senses, at least the smell. Following the orgasm, a rise of the hormone prolactin makes the brain’s stem cells form new neurons in the olfactory bulb, boosting a person’s olfactory abilities.

9. Sex is also a pain reliever, ten times more effective than Valium: immediately before orgasm, levels of the hormone oxytocin rise by five times, determining a huge release of endorphins. These chemicals calm pain, from a minor headache to arthritis or migraines, and with no secondary effects. Migraines also disappear because the pressure in the brain’s blood vessels is lowered while we have sex. So now we see that actually, a woman’s headache is rather a good reason for having sex, not against it.

10. Kissing your partner daily means less visits to dentist. Kissing stimulates salivation, which cleanses food left between the teeth and lowers the acidity in the mouth, the main cause of the tooth decay.

11. A good sex session can be a good remedy against stiff nose, being a natural antihistaminic that helps combating asthma and high fever.

12. Having sex regularly drops the cholesterol level, balancing the ratio good cholesterol: bad cholesterol.

13. The hormones released while we have sex helps both men and women; estrogen protects a woman’s heart but on the long term, it can be efficient also against Alzheimer’s disease and osteoporosis while testosterone strengthens the bones and muscles.

14. Sex is not beneficial not only for the heart, but also for the blood circulation, especially in the brain, because of the increased heart rate and deep breathing.

15. The sexual activity lowers the risk of getting colds and the flu. 1-2 intercourses weekly means 30 % higher levels of the antibody immunoglobulin A, that spurs the immune system.

16. Sex leads to a better control of the bladder, by strengthening the pelvis muscles controlling the flow of urine.

17. After orgasm, especially in the evening, we become sleepy. This is the effect of some good sex: it increases sleep quality. Following an orgasm, the body of both males or females becomes completely relaxed, so they may have a good deep sleep.

18. Sex fights cancer! Various researches have shown that a high ejaculation frequency and sexual activity are linked to a lower risk of prostate cancer later in life. A study found out that men who ejaculated 13 to 20 times monthly presented a 14% lower risk of prostate cancer than men who ejaculated on average, between 4 and 7 times monthly for most of their adult life. Those ejaculating over 21 times a month presented a 33% decreased risk of developing prostate cancer than the baseline group.

sex and the city

2008-06-10T00:34:00.003+01:00

- Why did we ever stop drinking these?
- Because everyone else started!

- I can't color enough, I would color all day every day If I had my way, I would use every crayon in my box
- We get it! You like to color...
- When Big colors... he rarely stays within the lines.

- The good ones screw you, the bad ones screw you, and the rest don't know how to screw you.

- Well hunny, what have you been eating?
- Everything except Dante's dick.

- My dog ran up on your dick. Deck

- What makes you think something bad is gonna happen?
- Because! Nobody gets everything they want! Look at you, look at Miranda. You're good people and you two both got shafted. I'm so happy and... something bad is going to happen.
- Sweetie, you shit your pants this year. I think you're done.

feels so good to be back with them!

carências

2008-06-09T12:23:00.003+01:00

Púbis carente
Saudades
Momentos contentes
gozo,
êxtases
suspiros

Gemidos
Gritos.

Pecado
Volúpia
Boca molhada
Pêlos molhados
Suor
pecados
Líquido salgado

Saudades
Púbis carente

(Geraldo Ângelo Rasputim)

membro...

2008-06-09T00:17:00.003+01:00

Membro a pino
dia é macho
submarino
é entre coxas
teu mergulho
vício de ostras.

(Natália Correia)

rebels...

2008-06-08T20:33:00.001+01:00

without a cause...

RiR Lx 08

2008-06-07T23:04:00.001+01:00

EU FUI

RiR Lx 08

2008-06-07T22:42:00.002+01:00

linkin park, what i've done

muse, time is runnig out

shadow of the day

2008-06-07T22:30:00.002+01:00

I close both locks below the window.
I close both blinds and turn away.
Sometimes solutions aren't so simple.
Sometimes goodbye's the only way.

And the sun will set for you,
The sun will set for you.
And the shadow of the day,
Will embrace the world in grey,
And the sun will set for you.

Pink cards and flowers on your window,
Your friends all plead for you to stay.
Sometimes beginnings aren't so simple.
Sometimes goodbye's the only way.

And the sun will set for you,
The sun will set for you.
And the shadow of the day,
Will embrace the world in grey,
And the sun will set for you.

And the shadow of the day,
Will embrace the world in grey,
And the sun will set for you.

And the shadow of the day,
Will embrace the world in grey,
And the sun will set for you.

linkin park

give it to me

2008-06-05T22:54:00.001+01:00

ccccccccccccccoooooooooooooooooooooooooolllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll

man in a cage

2008-06-05T20:57:00.005+01:00

What does it take
to stand for my pride
in a building of glass
But I'm still throwing stones inside

Man in a cage
A perfect place of perfect isolation
A heart full of pain
A door that leads to desperation
How could I forget we keep on playing different games
And I exit the stage
feeling like a puppet retired from the hands of fate

Why do I hesitate
Why can't I break free
And why do I still believe
this cage was made for you and me

What does it take
to live a life of perfect isolation
And what will remain
on the road to desperation
How could I pretend this life was only made for me
and nobody else
Steppin' in my cage to free me from my chains

Why do I hesitate
Why can't I break free
And why do I still believe
this cage was made for you and me
It's made for you and me

Man in a cage
I'm livin' in my room
Why won't you see that I'm engaged

fouls garden

he was a virgin

2008-06-04T00:59:00.003+01:00

"Would you like to...?" he said, his voice so faint I had to strain to hear it. He couldn't finish the question and I couldn't answer it with more than a gormless nod. "OK" he said and gestured towards a grey building across the street. Mute, I followed him, watching him bend over to open the master door. His t-shirt pulled out of his trousers, revealing a stripe of tanned skin. We went inside. He stood so close as he pushed the lift button. I longed to bury my face in his armpit, his
groin, just to smell him the way he was after the concert.

As he turned to speak, I couldn't control myself any more. I ran my forefinger over the softness of his bottom lip, and he didn't pull away. His breathing was quickened, his pupils dilated. The confirmation I had sought was clear to see and feel in the combat trousers. I tilted my head and touched my lips to his and as he leaned forward for more, I pulled away, looking him in the eyes again. The shyness was gone. His eyes were pleading, full of naked need. I felt my breath catch in my throat and nodded, I don't know why.

The lift doors opened and I stepped out onto the dark corridor, as I heard the metallic jangle of keys, the creak of an opening door. The gasp of breath as I took his wrists and pushed him against the wall in the dark, kicking the door shut behind us. I ground my erection against his and he let out a moan as I pulled the t shirt over his head, groping for the light so I could really see my prize. So I had been right, he was indeed pierced, with golden hoops shining against the dark skin of his nipples. He didn't have much body hair. He shaved his underarms. There was a faint swirl of dark hair around his navel, and a glory trail leading south.

He stood there, silent, as my eyes roamed all over his body. "Gorgeous,"I murmured, bending my head to tease the nipple with my tongue. His back arched and his eyes closed, his lips parted and moist. I kissed him again and his tongue crept into my mouth and as it touched mine, I thought I was going to come in my pants like a thirteen year old. He pulled me through a doorway, and we collapsed onto the bed together, gasping.

I pulled his flies apart and yanked off his remaining clothes. "Put the light on," I murmured, gazing at the way the shadows fell across his body from the hall light. He leaned back and switched on a bedside lamp, which cast a red glow around the room. His pubic hair was completely shaved, his swollen cock starting to dribble against the skin below his navel. I pulled off my clothes and lay down on top of him , rubbing my hard on over his. Our legs tangled, lips millimeters apart as we ground together, breathing each others breath.

I felt his hand on my waist, pushing me off, onto my back and he rolled on top, touching his lips on mine, teasing me, his fingers scratching lightly against my chest. He pushed my legs apart and knelt between them. I watched, dizzy with lust, as he started to slide his hands up and down his shaft as his eyes roamed all over my body. I could almost feel his gaze brushing over my groin, my stomach, my chest. "Ah Jude," he whispered, "I've been watching you for such a long time. You are beautiful, canim."

"Come here," I pulled him on top of me, and kissed his breath away. The touch of his skin on mine was electric. He tasted salty, and the smell of him was driving me mad. I rolled over him again and slid down his body, dipping my tongue into his navel, trailing it lightly down his dick, then sucking his balls into my mouth, one after the other, bathing the crinkled skin while my finger touched against his entrance. He was dripping now, a string of precum stretching from his tip to the skin below. I paused, licked it off and then took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the hot, hard flesh. He was propped up on his elbows, watching me, his eyes glassy. He muttered something in Turkish and flopped back as I pushed my slick fingers inside his body, opening him up. Boy, he was tight. He was gasping for air now, like a fish out of water, grabbing handfuls of the sheet. When I found the spot I was looking for, his cock jumped in my mouth and oozed some more drops of salty juice, as he let out a groan.

I looked around helplessly, and he knew what I needed. He fumbled in a drawer, his hands shaking as he passed me the lube and a condom. The sight of him spreadeagled in front of me was almost too much. I pulled his arms around my neck, hoisted him so that he was straddling me, my slippery cock pushing at his hole. The moist head of his prick dragged against the skin of my stomach as he lowered himself slowly on to me, his arms wrapped around me, his breath hot in my ear. His arse began to swallow my cock into a hot, tight heaven and I grunted. His legs were trembling and I masturbated him until I was all the way inside, feeling his erection subside slightly. When he looked at me, I saw a tear escaping from the corner of his eye. I kissed it away and held him tight for a moment, stroking the small of his back, parting his lips with my tongue, playing with the nipple rings until he was rock hard again. He began to ride me slowly. A sweat broke out on my back as my sensitivity increased and I resisted the urge to just throw him down
and fuck him hard.

Just as I reached my limit of endurance, I eased him onto his back again, and began to move inside him, varying the angles of penetration until I saw his body jump and his eyes widen. There it was. I picked up the pace. He was whimpering and flogging his dick as my balls started
slapping against his ass. He was close, I could feel the tightening inside, his balls were drawing up and I pushed his hand away and stopped my movement, close to the end myself. "Let me feel you come," I whispered, starting to massage his cock, harder and faster until his back arched and he let out a strangled cry as he pumped out ropes of spunk all over his stomach and chest. I felt every spasm in his ass and a few more thrusts and I was there with him, shivering as I dumped my load deep inside his body. Panting, I pulled out slowly, and pulled off the condom. He was gasping still, and I began to lick the cum off his salty skin. As my body started to glow, I kissed him deeply, letting him taste himself on my tongue.

I clasped his hands in mine and we rolled on our sides, facing each other. His face was flushed, his lips slick with saliva and spunk. Trails of mascara had run down his face with the escaping tears. He had been a virgin, I was almost sure of it. I smudged one of the black lines with my thumb, losing myself in the depths of those dark eyes, remembering the moment when I had recognised him on the stage. "What was that song," I murmured sleepily, " the one you opened with. It was
great."

He smiled and snuggled against my neck. "Cambaz is the title," he said."I don't know the translation. But it's my favourite song. I'll play the CD for you tomorrow, the real one."

I wanted to talk more but sleep overtook me and I fell asleep tangled in Deniz's limbs, feeling his breath against my neck and a deep peace in my soul...

joss in RIR Lx

2008-06-02T12:26:00.003+01:00

amazing, great show
simplicity and beauty

new soul

2008-06-02T12:15:00.003+01:00

I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout how to give and take.
But since I came here,
Felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake

I'm a young soul
In this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate?
Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

This is a happy end
'Cause you don't understand
Everything you have done
Why's everything so wrong?
This is a happy end
Come and give me your hand
I'll take you far away

I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout how to give and take.
But since I came here,
Felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake

Yael Naim, New Soul

ironic

2008-06-01T10:57:00.003+01:00

An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
And isn't it ironic...dontcha think

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought...it figures

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
"Well isn't this nice..."
And isn't it ironic...dontcha think

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought...it figures

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face

A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic...dontcha think
A little too ironic...and yeah I really do think...

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought...it figures

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out

Alanis

merit

2008-05-31T23:34:00.003+01:00

To generalize is to be an idiot. To particularize is the alone distinction of merit. General knowledges are those knowledges that idiots possess.

(W. Blake)

tears dry on their own

2008-05-30T23:11:00.001+01:00

All I can ever be to you,
Is a darkness that we knew,
And this regret I had to get accustomed to,
Once it was so right,
When we were at our high,
Waiting for you in the hotel at night,
I knew I hadn't met my match,
But every moment we could snatch,
I don't know why I got so attached,
It's my responsibility,
And you don't owe nothing to me,
But to walk away I have no capacity

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And in this grey, in this blue shade
My tears dry on their own,

I don't understand,
Why do I stress A man,
When there's so many better things at hand,
We could a never had it all,
We had to hit a wall,
So this is inevitable withdrawal,
Even if I stop wanting you,
A Perspective pushes thru,
I'll be some next man's other woman soon,

I shouldn't play myself again,
I should just be my own best friend,
Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men,

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And it's OK,
In this blue shade,
My tears dry on their own,

So we are history,
YOUR shadow covers me
The sky above,
A blaze only that lovers see

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And it's OK,
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own,

I wish I could SAY no regrets,
And no emotional debts,
And as we kiss goodbye the sun sets,
So we are history,
The shadow covers me,
The sky above a blaze that only lovers see,

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And it's OK,
In this blue Shade,
My tears dry on their own,

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And it's OK,
My deep shade,
My tears dry

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And it's OK,
My deep shade,
My tears dry

love is a losing game

2008-05-30T23:06:00.001+01:00

For you I was a flame
Love is a losing game
Five story fire as you came
Love is a losing game

Why do I wish I never played
Oh what a mess we made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand

Self professed... profound
Till the chips were down
...know you're a gambling man
Love is a losing hand

Though I'm rather blind
Love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind
Love is a fate resigned

Over futile odds
And laughed at by the gods
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

i'll be there!

2008-05-29T16:27:00.004+01:00

the first one is cool, i'm happy to go... the second is the best thing i could ever do! once again i'll fly to heaven, i'll know paradise, coz i'll be there!!!

emoções

2008-05-28T22:36:00.003+01:00

a nudez do teu corpo
é ideia que vaga solta
no campo da fantasia,
abre portas,
ressuscita sonhos
e incendeia
as minhas emoções.

(Ademir Antônio Bacca)

dreams

2008-05-28T22:16:00.001+01:00

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.

imagine

2008-05-26T11:29:00.004+01:00

Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

fp/rr

2008-05-25T12:25:00.003+01:00

Não sei quantas almas tenho. Cada momento mudei.Continuamente me estranho.
Nunca me vi nem acabei. De tanto ser, só tenho alma.

Segue o teu destino. Rega as tuas plantas . Ama as tuas rosas . O resto é a sombra de árvores alheias.

A espantosa realidade das coisas é a minha descoberta de todos os dias. Cada coisa é o que é. E é difícil explicar a alguém quanto isso me alegra, e quanto isso me basta. Basta existir para se ser completo.

Para ser grande, sê inteiro: nada teu exagera ou exclui. Sê todo em cada coisa. Põe quanto és no mínimo que fazes. Assim em cada lago a lua toda brilha, porque alta vive.

(Ricardo Reis)

cool

2008-05-24T23:42:00.004+01:00

Black Widow Spider: Married, huh? I'm a widow.

A sweet and visually lovely tale of love lost.
Not just great fun but high art.
I love it!

mar

2008-05-23T23:34:00.004+01:00

O vento sopra levemente
Solta uma brisa refrescante
Olho o mar…
É manhã cedo
O sol a nascer,
Timidamente
Trazendo cor ao dia
O vento intensifica-se
Acaricia o meu rosto
O tempo passa
Contemplo o mar
Imenso, infindável…

De águas salgadas e límpidas
Ondas cristalinas
Beijando a praia
De areia fina e aveludada
Permaneço absorto, observando-o
Na sua majestosa imponência
E imensidão
Saio de coração aberto,
Sereno…
Faz-me bem ver o mar
Soltando as vagas, na praia

Transmite tranquilidade

E outro dia…

Vários outros dias…

Terei de voltar
Para o ver, o mar...

one on one

2008-05-22T13:30:00.004+01:00

eat lick kiss hold come on start off slowly throw us up against the wall watch us writhe until we fall thrust inside hear the cry watch the smile sweet delight tie us up let us hang so deep inside nearly pain move around and hit that spot hear the screaming not to stop faster faster cling to meriding through this ecstasy marked bodies made them bleed both our eyes fill with need the need to be close to be inside touching the more I think the more I want the body convulses with a grunt arch the back grab it buck the hips open wide we both explode seed all over breathing hard collapsing beat what a time this love this fuck is true.

good life

2008-05-22T12:44:00.003+01:00

Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air…

(Ralph Waldo Emerson)

footprints

2008-05-21T20:26:00.003+01:00

One night he had a dream...

They were walking along the beach.
Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene he noticed two sets of
footprints in the sand: each one belonging
to each one of them.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the footprints in the sand.

He noticed that many times along the path of
his life there was only one set of footprints.

He also noticed that it happened at the very
lowest and saddest times in his life.

This really bothered him and he
questioned about it:

You said you'd walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most
troublesome times in my life,
there is only one set of footprints.
I don't understand why when
I needed you most you would leave me.

The other replied:

I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you.

the sea

2008-05-20T23:06:00.003+01:00

A place where water teems with might
The crashing waves of endless height
Rising and falling out of sight
The waves that break or fashion stone
Water that freezes to the bone
The mysteries within unknown
It’s power over me

A place of beauty found inside
Where exotic life forms reside
Beautiful creatures love to hide
Glittering sea of aqua dye
Weightless waters which make you fly
Bright sunsets painted in the sky

It’s more than water, salt, and sand
It is the great blue sea
Where rhythmic currents weave and race
Where unchecked power meets with grace
The most ruthless and gentle place
I truly love the sea

live!

2008-05-19T12:58:00.003+01:00

If you fell down yesterday, stand up today. (H. G. Wells)

May you live every day of your life. (Jonathan Swift)

choices

2008-05-18T14:37:00.002+01:00

How often we must bear the challenges of life, the endless roller coaster between happiness and sorrow, the constant ups and downs of daily strife. And always the question remains .... why?
Life is not an easy road for most; it twists and turns although always, and inevitably, we are given a choice ...
Decisions are not easy for those struggling for direction... And sometimes the many choices and signs become overwhelming.
While standing at a crossroads in life, the urge is to take the most comfortable path; the road with least resistance... The shortest or most traveled route.
And yet, if we've been down that comfortable road before; have gleaned its lessons in life, and learned from our experiences, do we yet again follow the known? Or does our destiny lie in another direction?
The fear of the road less traveled is tangible and all too real; it manifests itself in many ways and tends to cloud the issues that might otherwise be clear.
It is in these times of confusion that we must seek peace and solitude, time to contemplate on our life, our experiences and our choices past; time to look back, and reflect on what we have learned, without fear or confusion.
For only eachone of us knows our own personal thoughts, our unique past and personal history, the experiences that brought us to the crossroads we now face.
We can always learn a small degree from others experiences, and yet... no one can walk in our shoes, others know not, the trials and tribulations faced in private...
And that is why... while standing at a crossroads, only we can formulate the decision for ourselves; the true direction that lies within; the choices we must deliberate on with clarity and wisdom.
For it is only through personal reflection that we can now choose our destiny, our next adventure and the future we will embrace...

new eyes

2008-05-18T13:59:00.005+01:00

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.

(Marcel Proust)

even the devil wouldn't recognize you, i do

2008-05-16T18:07:00.004+01:00

as quiet as it is tonight
you'd almost think you were safe
your eyes, are full of surprises
they cannot predict my fate
waiting underneath the stars
there something you should know
the angels they surround my heart
telling me to let you go

i barely couldn't
i barely couldn't recognize
but i played right into it
who am i to criticise
somehow i'll get through it
and you won't even realize
falling through your own disguise

it's like over and over
you're pushing me right down to the floor
i should just walk away
over and over
i keep on coming back for more
i play into your fantasy
now that it's over
you can lie to me right through your smile
i see behind your eyes
now i'm sober, no more intoxicating my mind

even the devil wouldn't recognize you
i do

you almost fooled yourself this time
that all the saints be praised
you hide your sadness behind your smile
and you keep your lost heartbreaks
the steps that edge along the ledge
it's much higher than it seems
but i've been on that ledge before
you can't hide yourself from me

i barely couldn't
i barely couldn't recognize
i still played right into it
who am i to criticise
somehow i'll get through it
and you won't even realize
falling through your own disguise

it's like over and over
you're pushing me right down to the floor
i should just walk away
over and over
i keep on coming back for more
i play into your fantasy
now that it's over
you can lie to me right through your smile
i see behind your eyes
now i'm sober, no more intoxicating my mind

even the devil wouldn't recognize you
i do

it's like over and over
you're pushing me right down to the floor
i should just walk away
over and over
i keep on coming back for more
i play into your fantasy
now that it's over
you can lie to me right through your smile
i see behind your eyes
now i'm sober, no more intoxicating my mind

even the devil wouldn't recognize you
i do, i do, i do

love

2008-05-15T16:29:00.005+01:00

Fomos para o quarto de mão dada. Ela sentou-se na beira da cama, e eu despi-a. Quando lhe beijei o pescoço, puxou-me para si. – Não me interessa o que vamos fazer – segredou-me. – Não é preciso fazermos nada. Só quero ficar abraçada a ti. – Meteu-se debaixo dos cobertores e ficou de joelhos encolhidos enquanto eu me despia. Quando me deitei, pôs os braços à volta do meu pescoço e puxou a minha cara para junto da dela. Sabia que eu era louco por estar assim aninhado. Fazia-me sentir que pertencia a alguém, que tinha raízes, que era bem-aventurado. E eu sabia que ela adorava fechar os olhos e que lhos beijasse, e depois o nariz e as maçãs do rosto, como se ela fosse uma criança à hora de ir para a cama, e só por fim os lábios.
Condenávamo-nos muitas vezes por perdermos tempo sentados em cadeiras, todos vestidos, a conversarmos, quando podíamos fazer o mesmo deitados na cama, virados um para o outro e nus. Nesse tempo precioso antes do acto sexual, mal servido pelo termo pseudoclínico de preliminares, o mundo ficava mais pequeno e mais profundo, as nossas vozes afundavam-se no calor dos nossos corpos, as conversas tornavam-se associativas e imprevisíveis. Tudo se resumia a contacto e respiração. Ocorriam-me certas frases simples que não dizia em voz alta por soarem tão banais – cá estamos nós, ou isto outra vez, ou sim, isto. Como um momento num sonho recorrente, esses minutos compridos e inocentes eram esquecidos até voltarmos a mergulhar neles. Quando voltávamos, as nossas vidas regressavam de novo ao essencial e começavam outra vez. Quando ficávamos em silêncio, estávamos tão perto um do outro que as nossas bocas ficavam quase encostadas, protelando a união, que nos ligaria ainda mais fortemente devido a este prelúdio.

Ian McEwan, O fardo do amor

WPP

2008-05-14T23:27:00.001+01:00

the lesson

2008-05-13T21:58:00.006+01:00

One evening, one of my best friends, his fiancee and I had just got back to their house after a few drinks down at the local pub. It had been quite a relaxed night out, as all three of us had had hectic days at work. I'd actually wanted it to be an evening of chilled out drinking, as I'd made the decision that tonight was going to be the night I was going to announce to my best friend's wife-to-be that I was bisexual. I'd already told Steven, a couple of years ago, and he'd said he was a little shocked, but would stand by me whatever I decided. "There you go", offered Caoimhe, as she set a can of beer in front of me, and then one in front of Steven. As she opened a third one for herself, we said the only word that was suitable - "Cheers!!". All three of us duly raised our cans in the air, and began drinking. Steven started reminiscing about women he'd been out with before he'd met Caoimhe, just to get Caoimhe wound up. As soon as he started mentioning the women's names, she turned on him, and started complaining."Okay", exclaimed Steven, "what do you want to talk about for the rest ofthe night?!". Within seconds, it was obvious Caoimhe had nothing else to talk about. It wasn't long before she turned to face me and ask aquestion. "What do you want to listen to this evening?". "I don't mind. Just stick on the radio, for the time being", I suggested, trying to avoid starting a fight between the two lovers. "Don't I get to suggest what music we listen to this evening?!", asked Steven, feeling a little leftout. "But Steven", commented Caoimhe, as she went over to him to sit on his knee, "you always get to choose the music. Let Alan have the choice tonight". Within seconds, the pair of them were snogging, more passionately than I'd ever witnessed before. "Yeah, yeah; all right you two, break it up!!", I ordered, as I'd seen them snogging many times during their five and a half year relationship. I went over to the hi-fi system and turned on the local music radio station. All of a sudden, one of the best dance tunes of the year started playing on the radio. I just had to get up and have a boogie, as I had hardly danced during the night. As the tune really got going, my legs felt as though they were doing overtime. After a few minutes, I began to slow down, and soon found myself stopping,only to find Steven and his fiancee kissing just as intensely as before. It looked to me as though they weren't going to pay any attention to what I said to them, so I sat down to finish my beer.

Not long after I'd sat down, Steven and his girlfriend parted to finish their beers. "Caoimhe", I began, "can you keep a secret?". "Yeah, 'course", she replied, "what is it?!". After taking a few seconds to compose myself, I told her my big secret. We were soon hugging each other, so as to confirm she had no problem with what I'd just told her. It was only the second time we'd ever hugged, and I suddenly began to feel more confident within myself. "I'm off to bed", said Steven, as he got up from where he was sitting. As he walked past me, he held his hand out and I shook his outstretched hand. "See ya, mate", I said, just as Steven walked through the open doorway, towards the hallway. "So, how long have you had these feelings?!", asked an inquisitive Caoimhe, once Steven was out of earshot. "To be honest with you", I started, "I don't know exactly, but I started coming out about two and a half years ago. Before that, I suppose I always thought it was a possibility that I wasn't straight". "Why didn't you tell me sooner? I have a lot of gay friends", Caoimhe continued to question. "I guess I thought you might react in a weird way", I commented. "Oh well ... now you know that it doesn't matter to me what your sexual orientation is to be honest". "I'm tired", I said, "I'm off to bed. I'll see you in the morning". With that, I leaned over to hug Caoimhe again because I'd been worried about what her reaction would be to my confession. I also felt my coming out to her had improved our friendship. As I was getting ready for bed, I heard Caoimhe climbing the stairs to the bedroom that she shared with Steven. "Goodnight", she said as she passed the door of the spare bedroom. "Yeah, goodnight; see you in the morning", Caoimhe replied.

After a few minutes of lying in bed, I heard a knock at my door. "Come in", I exclaimed, knowing it must be either Steven or Caoimhe. I was a little bemused when both of them walked into the room wearing only their underwear. Before I could ask what they wanted, Caoimhe explained why they were both standing there, half-naked. "We know that you're not very sexually experienced with men or women, so we've both agreed it's about time you had some lessons for when you eventually do strike it lucky!" "When was this decided?" I asked, still flabbergasted. "Oh, we've been planning it for a while now, but thought that now would be a perfect opportunity to start the course after what you told Caoimhe earlier", said Steven. "Are you serious?!", I replied. "Of course we are. You don't think we'd be here if we weren't", replied Steven. "The first lesson is to be kissing", Caoimhe continued. "We know you've had a few snogs in recent months, but you may need to practice a bit on your technique", explained Steven. As the half-naked woman of my dreams approached me, I automatically tilted my head to the right and puckered up for a snog that I'd only ever dreamed about. Although the first kiss only lasted a matter of a few seconds, it was like I'd just stepped into a new world. When she eventually pulled away from me, she looked at me with a smile. I immediately knew that I had made a statement. It was Caoimhe who broke the silence. "That's a great technique you've got there!". "Presumably not as good as mine", interrupted Steven, already starting to feel a bit left out."Of course not", exclaimed Caoimhe, as she proceeded to give him a really long-lasting snog. I was getting incredibly turned on by just looking at them. My brain was going mad just trying to imagine what other lessons my friends had lined up for me during the course of the night. "I think you need a little more practice at that", started Steven, as he approached me,"but this time, you're going to have to imagine snogging a bloke!". I was curious as to how this was going to be achieved, as there was only the three of us in the house. The next thing I knew was that Steven was standing right in front of me, lightly caressing my cleanly-shaven face as I'd just seen him do with his wife-to-be before they'd snogged. Was my best friend about to snog me in front of his long-term girlfriend? During Steven's mind-blowing snog, it was becoming obvious that both of them wanted to give me lessons about sex with both men and women. I was really starting to get the hang of it, when Steven broke off the kiss. "That's enough of that for a while", Caoimhe started, "we'll probably come back to that and give you some more practice". "Not that you really need any!",continued Stevie, giving me a knowing glance. "Right, what's the next lesson?!", I asked. "Have a guess?", said Caoimhe, proceeding to unclip her Wonderbra. As her bra fell to the ground, I saw what I had always thought would be the best pair of tits I've ever seen - either in real life or in print. I also noticed something truly erotic - she'd had her right nipple pierced - just as I did! "Well", said Caoimhe, "what are you waiting for, a written invitation?!". As both Steven and I got closer to Caoimhe, I began to realise that tonight would be the start of something very special indeed. As I began to nibble on her left nipple, Steven was taking care of her pierced right nipple. My first ever taste of a woman's nipple was an experience quite like no other. It was a lot more sensuous for me that I'd imagined. I also experimented by taking my mouth away from her nipple and using my tongue to 'flick' it to make it stand erect. "Mind if I tried sucking your other nipple now?", I asked Caoimhe. "No", she replied, encouraging me, "go right ahead". As Steven and I swapped sides,I began to let my tongue explore the area round her pierced right nipple,which was an even better experience than her left. It seemed as though I was doing all the right things as I could hear her moaning, but to this day I don't know who enjoyed it more - her or me!! After a while, I decided that I'd had enough of my first taste of female nipple and took it upon myself to proceed down Caoimhe's fantastic body towards the entrance of her love tunnel. "Hey", exclaimed Steven and Caoimhe in unison, as soon as they realised what I was up to, "where do you think you're going!". "Sorry", I explained, "didn't think I needed a written invitation!!".

I slowly stood up 'til I was facing Caoimhe once again and immediately felt the urge to give her another snog before taking a step back. "So ... what's next?". I felt overwhelmed by the moment and leaned forward to give her yet another snog. "Okay tiger", said Caoimhe, "no need to get worked up about it!". "Next", piped Steven, "is the lesson on blow-jobs". "We're going to start by demonstrating on you", continued Caoimhe turning to me,"then I'll demonstrate, using Steven's cock as an aid. After that, you can have some practice on Steven yourself". "Are you sure?", I asked, not sure what the two had said to each other to make this happen. "We wouldn't be here if we weren't 100% sure, would we?", answered Steven. "It's okay, I've told her all about us!". Had I just understood what my best friend had just said? You see, during the past two years, him and I had been sleeping with each other on and off - usually when we were both drunk. I would usually creep into his bed and within seconds would be munching on his tasty cock. What made things even more erotic was that he seemed to love sucking on mine - often at the same time. As I started to take in what had just been said, Caoimhe and Steven were on their knees just in front of me and it was Caoimhe who started to stroke my ever increasing cock through the fabric of my boxer shorts. Within a matter of a minute or so, she decided it was about the right time to be the first adult woman of my peer group to see my naked cock. Within a matter of a few seconds off easting her eyes on my fully erect seven inch cock, she started to lick it from the base right to the top. It looked even more erotic than I'd imagined it would - I nearly came there and then. As Caoimhe was continuing with the blow job, Steven told his future wife to start licking the side of my cock - so he could lick the other side of it. As I looked down to keep an eye on their progress and to try and learn something in the process, I was amazed at how erotic the whole 'set-up' looked. During the course of the next few minutes, it was obvious that the night was going to become even more erotic than I had first imagined. The pair of them began to lick up either side of my seven inch member, reaching the head of my cock at the very same time. Then, they would proceed to give each other a quick kiss. After about a minute of that, Caoimhe took over and gave me a 'full-on' blow job that I wouldn't be forgetting about in a hurry. While his wife-to-be was demonstrating me how to give a great blow job, Steven had got behind Caoimhe and was beginning to massage her gorgeous tits. Soon, Caoimhe stopped sucking my now sensitive cock and slowly pulled away after giving my cock a last, longing lick. As she did so, Steven also pulled away from where he was and stood up straight and Caoimhe followed his lead. As the intensity of the events got the better of me, I knew I had to give Caoimhe another long snog - my way of thanking her for the night's events so far. After we broke away from each other, it became obvious that the next lesson was about to begin - giving blow jobs. As Caoimhe and Steven started snogging again, I noticed Steven rising to the occasion quite nicely. Caoimhe then started to lower herself down Steven's great body - kissing every available inch of his torso. Soon, she was on her knees and was ready to start giving the blow job to her future husband. Before she went any further, she started to rub Steven's member through his boxer shorts that he was still wearing. As soon as it was obvious that Stevie was as horny as he could get, Caoimhe stopped what she was doing and looked up at me. "Aren't you going to come and join me down here?", asked Caoimhe.

'allo 'allo

2008-05-12T11:40:00.004+01:00

Yvette has brought more hot water for René's bath.
Yvette: The old boiler is in a terrible state.
René: I do not know why I married her in the first place.

Edith has just given another tuneless singing performance.
Lt. Gruber: Madame Edith has an unusual voice, René. Was it trained?
René: Oh, yes... But it escaped and returned to the wild.

Officer Crabtree: God Moaning. The resist-once have accqo-aired a bum. They are going to ex-plod the whaleway brodge.

Michelle: Listen very carefully, I shall say this only once.
René: Well, in that case, could you please speak slowly?

Lt. Gruber: You notice I am walking very gingerly.
René: Do not tell me you have dynamite in your trousers.
Lt. Gruber: You should not believe everything you hear, René.

Edith: Tonight I will sing as I have never sung before.
René: What, in tune?

Officer Crabtree: I was pissing by the door, when I heard two shats. You are holding in your hand a smoking goon; you are clearly the guilty potty.

Yvette: What is happening?
Maria: We were both aroused by the banging.
Edith: I too was aroused by the banging.

Leclerc: I was aroused when I saw the girls with the candles.

Monsieur Alfonse: Perhaps Madame Edith will make me the happiest man alive...
René: I thought you wanted to marry her?

René: Are you one of them?
Lt. Gruber: Clearly it was very lonely on the russian front.
Leclerc: Is he one of us?
René: No, he is one of them!
Gruber: PLease, do not tell anyone!

Helga: Herr Flick, where are you?
Herr Flick: I am behind this screen with von Smallhausen.
Helga: May I enquire to what you are up?
Herr Flick: We have taken off our clothes in accordance with the Fuhrer's instructions
Helga: What exactly did the Fuhrer ask you to do?

Herr Flick: I have three fallen Madonnas, with six big boobies. Only one of them is real.
Helga: Only one big booby?
Flick. One painting is the original, the other two are forgeries.

Edith: René! What are you doing with your arms around that girl?
René: You stupid woman? Can you not see she's suffering from claustrophobia? She accidentally locked herself.
Edith: But there is no key!
René: Exactly, that's why she couldn't get out.
Edith: Oh, the poor child. Oh, it happened to me once. I screamed and screamed, but nobody came.
René: We thought you were singing.

Geering: The Colonel gave you a pill. Where is it?
René:I have the pill in the till.
Geering: Wheere is the vine for the General?
René: It is here in this jug.
Geering: The pill contains a drug.
René: The pill in the till?
Geering: Take it and put it in there.
René: Put the drug in the jug?
Gruber: (Comes in with the Gateau) We nearly forgot the most important thing.
René: (panic) Oh, my God! The Gateau from the Chateau!
Geering: What about the Gateau from the Chateau?
René: It contains a bomb!!!
Geering: A bomb in the Gateau from the Chateau???
René: It is to blow up the General! You must not let anyone light that fuse.
Geering: But where is the fuse?
René: It is the candle with the handle.
Geering: You do not need to kill the General, we have already arranged to kill the General... Do you not see? That if we kill him with the pill from the till by making with it the drug in the jug, you need not light the Candle with handle on the Gateau from the Chateau!
René: Simple plots are always the best.

eheheheheheh... I just love it!!!

drugs

2008-05-11T11:26:00.004+01:00

All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down

And I hope you're thinking of me
As you lay down on your side
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

But I know I'm on a losing streak
'Cause I passed down my old street
And if you wanna show, then just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

I'm never going down, I'm never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more

the verbe

enjoy the silence

2008-05-11T00:07:00.002+01:00

a gun shot, a child’s cry and a little laughter
a small talk, a big argument and crazy fight
standing patiently
you watch it with amazement
silently wishing for it to stop
yet amazed how stupid everyone can be when
chaos, commotion, violence
take over their sanity

words are violence
the more you talk
the more “insane” you become
the more you try to understand
the less you make out of it

life is one big canvas
with brushes aplenty
we all wait to paint the masterpiece
with the colors we want
amidst all this confusion
we look to standout
by standing on someone else

when you think you had enough
step back from this insane world
move into this darkness
take your time
enjoy the beauty
enjoy the silence

and when the time is right
for you to step back in this psychedelic world
you have a million reasons to rejoice
for you have a life full of rainbows
at every step

always... the hours

2008-05-08T19:17:00.003+01:00

You cannot find peace by avoiding life, Leonard.

Dear Leonard. To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.

Your aunt is a very lucky woman, Angelica. She has two lives. She has the life she is leading, and also the books she is writing.

It would be wonderful to say you regretted it. It would be easy. But what does it mean? What does it mean to regret when you have no choice? It's what you can bear. There it is. No one's going to forgive me. It was death. I chose life.

Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more. It's contrast.

I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.

happy?

2008-05-07T20:46:00.003+01:00

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather. (John Ruskin)

The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be. (Marcel Pagnol)

perspectivas

2008-05-06T23:30:00.007+01:00

Há uma alegria selvagem em estar vivo. Há uma embriaguez da existência. Cada hora é uma amante para o meu desejo infinito.

(Arthur Lundkvist)

A vida já é curta, mas nós tornamo-la ainda mais curta, desperdiçando tempo.

(Victor Hugo)

Uma vida não basta ser vivida. Ela precisa ser sonhada.

(Mário Quintana)

A vida é maravilhosa se não se tem medo dela.

(Charles Chaplin)

acaso

2008-05-05T18:49:00.007+01:00

Cada um que passa pela nossa vida passa sozinho, pois cada pessoa é única, e nenhuma substitui a outra.
Cada um que passa pela nossa vida passa sozinho, mas não vai só, nem nos deixa sós. Leva um pouco de nós mesmos, deixa um pouco de si mesmo. Há os que levam muito; mas não há os que não levam nada. Há os que deixam muito; mas não há os que não deixam nada.
Esta é a maior responsabilidade da nossa vida e a prova evidente que duas almas não se encontram ao acaso.

(Antonie Saint-Exupéry)

how about you?

2008-05-04T21:09:00.002+01:00

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

But if I die tonight
At least I can say I did what I wanted to do
Tell me, how bout you?

voices

2008-05-03T21:34:00.005+01:00

Who is the master? Who is the slave?

Treat me like a curse
Then tell me I'm your saviour
I never liked the stranger
I used to know so well
Waiting for your answer
Is a kind of torture
Could I grow accustomed to this kind of hell?

Are you walking the dog, 'cause that dog isn't new
Are you out of control, is that dog walking you
Haven't you had enough, now your time is up
Baby show me your hell

Voices start to ring in your head
Tell me what do they say
Distant echoes from another time
Start to creep in your brain
So you're playing 'round, it's like it's a rewind
You blew it so often that you start to believe it
You have demons so nobody can blame you
But who is the master and who is the slave?

First you say you love me
Then you wanna leave me
Then you say you're sorry
You play the game so well
I bought your illusion
You're the greatest salesman
How could I refuse you
When you sold it to yourself

momma knows

2008-05-01T21:11:00.003+01:00

My momma always said, "Life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get."

reaching the top... lying on the floor

2008-04-30T19:43:00.010+01:00

He gets out of his car (he's seventeen) and hugs Katie. He walks up to me and says "Nice to meet you Mister Brink." He shakes my hand and I get a good tone from him. I tell him he can change in the bathroom in the guest house, and Katie can show him where the pool is while I get some chips and pop. I go into the kitchen which over looks the pool and see Luke come out of the guest house with a white T-Shirt and red swimming trunks on. He takes of his shirt revealing a tan body that is ripped and amazingly in shape. For the first time in my life I became attracted to a man. He starts stretching his neck and shoulders. He walks over to the lawn chair by the pool and squeezes some tanning lotion onto his hand rubbing it onto his arms, Pecs, and nipples, which were hard from him rubbing himself. He is tall, has blond hair that is short, blue eyes and a young body I had about his age. He goes by Katie and says something to her. He gets on the diving board and Katie says "You need help in there or can you handle it" "I think I can handle it. I'm a big boy now. He jumps off the diving board doing a flip while going down. He gets out of the pool using the ladder facing the kitchen and I can see the silhouette of his cock. Indeed he is a big boy. A very big boy. I take some pops and bowls of chips out to the table by the pool. As he gets close to me I can see his dick even better. It's about 8.5 inches in length and about 4.5 inches in girth. I don't think he knows that he is practically exposing himself to me. I don't mind, but hope he doesn't see me taking quick glances. He says thanks for the pop and chips and I walk away trying not to stutter like a giddy school girl.

After a couple of hours of Katie and Luke swimming, they come inside because it's dark. Katie looks worn out and says she is going to take a shower. I have chicken cooking in the oven for dinner and Luke has already changed into the clothes he was in when he got here. Looking at his crotch I can still see his cock even though he isn't hard. Me and Luke go into the front room and start to watch some TV. I start talking to him. Normally this would be the time to try to break the ice/ get to know if this guy is right for my daughter. This actually turned into "Is he willing to show me his dick and let me suck it?" I start asking him basic questions. "So do you play any sports?" "I play soccer, I run cross country and I play basketball." "That's cool. Where do you live?" "Over by the strip mall downtown." "That's a nice neighborhood" I reply. "Yeah, we've lived there for a while and I like it." "Luke. I'm sorry. I have to ask you a personal question. Are you a virgin?" "Mr. Brink to be completely honest, no I'm not. It was one time with a girl at my house. I was helping her with her homework and one thing lead to another, and we had sex on my bed." "Thank you for being so honest Luke." I walk over to where he is sitting and start talking to him about Katie's mother. I feel he needs to know if he is going to date her. I am hitting on him like no other, and I can tell he senses it. He isn't backing away so he must obviously like it.

I tell him "I haven't had sex in 2 years and quite frankly it's made me a little cranky." He replies with "I can help you with that." He lays me down and starts kissing me on my neck. I grab his tight ass and squeeze it. I can feel him get hard on my leg. I start kissing him too. I put my tongue in his mouth and he sucks on it. I take his shirt off, and start to caress his chest. Every part of him is flawless. He pulls of my shirt and starts sucking on my nipples while I am teasing his. He licks all the way down to my pants which he unbuckles and unzips. He pulls my rock hard cock out of my boxers and says "Impressive" I'm about eight inches. He sticks my dick in his mouth and sucks on it. I enjoy the sensation of my cock rubbing against his teeth and tongue. I start moaning and quiet myself. I remember that Katie is in the shower and start moaning louder. "Oh, Luke suck it. Take the cock down your throat." He deep throats me and I almost cum. He grabs my dick and stops. He says "I don't want you to cum, we have probably twenty minutes." I say hold on and walk over to the night stand. In it are some condoms and a bottle of Astroglide. He says "Exactly what I was thinking." He pulls down his pants and exposes the rest of his body. He gets on his knees and opens his ass hole up for me to see. I lick his asshole and stick my finger up inside of him. He moans as I loosen him up. I squeeze some lube on my hands and moisten his asshole as well as my cock. I put on the condom and go inside him. He moans, not in pain, but in pleasure. I start rocking back and forth loving the friction I am getting from his tight ass around my cock. I start moaning and screaming his name. He starts reaching back and pulling me into him farther. I pull on his hair and smack his tan ass. He says to pull the condom off and fuck him. I do so and it feels amazingly better. I am fucking him hard and fast. When I think I am about to cum, I pull it out and he says "Give it to me." He grabs my cock sticks it in his mouth and starts bobbing up and down it while I am still moaning. He explodes all over my leg, jacking himself off while sucking me. I reach down and taste the sweet cream all over my leg. He keeps blowing me until I squirt a massive load in his mouth. I cum in 7 huge spurts and he swallows all of it. He rolls over and kisses me on my lips and says "I just made up for two years of no ass. How was I?" "Amazing" I reply. His dick is still hard and is rubbing against me as we lay on the carpet kissing and rubbing each other.

We get our clothes on and I take the chicken out of the oven while he sets the table. Katie comes down and sits while we work around her. During dinner me and Luke talk like we have known each other for a while. Katie seems happy we are getting along and doesn't seem to know we just fucked on our living room floor. We send Luke off and watch some TV. Katie asks "So, did you like him" I say "He's alright."

vidas

2008-04-29T19:35:00.006+01:00

Depois das aulas costumávamos ir até um café perto do Finsbury Park Odeon. Enquanto outros da nossa idade estavam de nariz enfiado nas colecções de selos ou nos trabalhos de casa, nós passávamos ali muitas horas a discutir... Às vezes conversávamos com os homens que por ali apareciam depois do trabalho. E Millais devia ter estado presente para nos pintar enquanto escutávamos, imóveis como estátuas, fantasias e proezas ininteligíveis acerca de negociatas com condutores de camiões, de chumbo roubado em telhados de igrejas, de combustível subtraído ao departamento de obras da cidade, e ainda de engates, de borrachos, de saias, de marmelada, de conquistas, de chupanços, de cus e mamas, de fodas, por cima, por baixo, de frente, com, sem, de arranhadelas e rasgões, de lambidelas e porcarias, de conas sumarentas, quentes e infinitas, e de outras frias e áridas, mas que valia a pena experimentar, de pichas velhas e moles ou jovens e efervescentes, de se virem cedo demais ou tarde demais, de negas, de quantas vezes por dia, de doenças concomitantes, de pus e tumefacções, de úlceras de arrependimento, de ovários envenenados e testículos vazios. Ouvíamos como e com quem os homens do lixo fornicavam , o que os leiteiros despejavam, quem o montador de estores montava, o que o pedreiro levantava, o que o homem da água inspeccionava, o que o padeiro amassava, o que o homem do gás cheirava, o que o canalizador entubava, a quem o electricista se ligava, o que o enfermeiro injectava, o que o solicitador solicitava, o que o fiscal fiscalizava - e por aí adiante, num conjunto irreal e muito estafado de trocadilhos, alusões, preceitos, frases feitas, crenças e fanfarronadas. Escutava sem compreender...

Ian McEwan, Primeiro amor, útimos ritos

beauty

2008-04-28T12:51:00.003+01:00

It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing and there's this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. And this bag was, like, dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. And that's the day I knew there was this entire life behind things, and... this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video's a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember... and I need to remember... Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in.

I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn't a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time... For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars... And yellow leaves, from the maple trees, that lined my street... Or my grandmother's hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper... And the first time I saw my cousin Tony's brand new Firebird... And Janie... And Janie... And... Carolyn. I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me... but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst... And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life... You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry... you will someday.

sê

2008-04-27T12:38:00.002+01:00

Se não puderes ser um pinheiro, no topo de uma colina,
Sê um arbusto no vale mas sê
O melhor arbusto à margem do regato.
Sê um ramo, se não puderes ser uma árvore.
Se não puderes ser uma ramo, sê um pouco de relva
E dá alegria a algum caminho.

Se não puderes ser uma estrada,
Sê apenas uma senda,
Se não puderes ser o Sol, sê uma estrela.
Não é pelo tamanho que terás êxito ou fracasso...
Mas sê o melhor no que quer que sejas.

(Pablo Neruda)

swe(e)at

2008-04-26T12:36:00.005+01:00

Love to see your sweat afterwards... your eyes speaking to me of endless nights of unbridled passion... your words delicately placed, each word like dawn breaking through a misty morning that stops me in my tracks, leaving me at a loss for words... whatever it is, my pulse races my heart pounds and I wish you and I alone somewhere against a wall no words spoken, but our tongues tracing the forbidden... our hands grabbing and squeezing as much as we can... both of us sweating... both of us drifting just past a locked door...

listen

2008-04-25T11:10:00.005+01:00

I like to listen. I have learned a great deal from listening carefully. Most people never listen.

(Ernest Hemingway)

She put the shell against her ear.
Then rising from her knee,
She closed her eyes, and, pressing hard,
She listened for the sea.

I knew she heard the water roar;
She glowed with childish pride.
To hold the ocean in her hand
Was more than she could hide.

She ran across the sand to me;
I listened for a while
Then tucked the shell within her hand
And nodded with a smile.

I thought that she could learn from me,
But who am I to tell?
She brought the ocean home today;
I only brought a shell.

(Darrell T. Hare)

é um lugar...

2008-04-24T21:44:00.007+01:00

É um lugar encantado
entre o mundo e a solidão
onde se espreita estrelas
e a vida cabe nas mãos.
Sento-me em frente ao mar
olho para longe do fim
perdem-se barcos na espuma
não sei é dentro de mim...
É uma praia onde a noite
me faz lembrar quem eu sou
sem ouvir o que me pedem
sem importar o que dou...

(Susana Félix)

agora, o silêncio...

2008-04-23T21:14:00.006+01:00

Agora que o silêncio é um mar sem ondas,
E que nele posso navegar sem rumo,
Não respondas
Às urgentes perguntas
Que te fiz.
Deixa-me ser feliz
Assim,
Já tão longe de ti como de mim.
Perde-se a vida a desejá-la tanto.
Só soubemos sofrer, enquanto
O nosso amor
Durou.
Mas o tempo passou,
Há calmaria...
Não perturbes a paz que me foi dada...

(Miguel Torga, Súplica)

advice...

2008-04-22T21:01:00.004+01:00

- You'll always have a choice... if you ever fell you haven't got it... that's because you've already made it...

- Nothing happens without a reason... the issue is that the reason why it happens may not be the one you imagined, expected or hoped for...

- Follow your own rules...

- Oh... ok...

working late

2008-04-21T00:26:00.002+01:00

My office had gotten a little dim, I noticed, and it was the first hint that my workday was almost over. I ran my eyes along the next proofing document, not really reading it, more so sizing it up. I was debating whether to call that one the last for the day, or the one I was about to finish. I thought about going home and decided there wasn't much worth hurrying home for. In the grand scheme of things, my fish would just have to survive an extra half hour without dinner. A comical thought of my goldfish tightening their proverbial belts came to mind.

I chuckled as I finished the Brown vs. Metzger proof and sat back with a smiling sigh. I unfolded the manila envelope and pulled out the next piece of documentation. I noticed right off that this proof involved literary guidelines referring to an acquisition, not to dismissal like all the others I had been working on today. By now, I was very much alone in my tall office building and had no interns to send for the needed support documents. This meant a trip to the library. I decided that I would retrieve the needed volumes, set them on my desk, and leave the whole thing for tomorrow.

Four flights of stairs lead me to the reference section in the upstairs portion of the library. The dimly lit room had the feel of seclusion. During the day, the lights were almost blinding and the bustle of people usually left little or no room for off-hand speculation. More of a get in, get it, get out type of situation than anything else. I walked over to the Acquisition shelves and began running my finger across the leather-bound book spines when I heard a giggle. A sort of mischievous giggle that implied eager titillation. I swung my head around, curious to see who would be trying to out do me in the "working late" department. The balcony was empty, save an abundant array of reference books and legal propaganda. I thought for a moment, and was about to dismiss the giggle as a result of over-working, but it came again. The sound was coming from downstairs in the main portion of the library.

I have always considered myself curious, never enough to get in to trouble, but I had to find the source of the afore-mentioned giggle. I decided to employ some of the covert tactics I had been practicing in my navy seals video game and move to a better position for a little recon. I soon discovered, to my surprise, two young interns, Coleen and Brenda, having what seemed like a very private conversation. I began to feel a little weird about eavesdropping. I was about to get back to work when Brenda, the blonde one, pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it on a near-by globe. Without missing a beat, Coleen unbuttoned her sweater and let it fall to the floor. "Interesting exercise in mimicry", I thought to myself.

Brenda had a broad smile and a fervent look in her green eyes. Her lips parted, loosing another cute giggle as she stepped closer to Coleen. Her hand slipped around Coleen's back and they stood smiling at one another for a moment. With one quick motion, Brenda had Coleen's white, conservative bra off and was swinging it round her outstretched finger. Coleen's supple breasts heaved and almost all at once her nipples hardened. Brenda let fly the bra and it landed on the table next to the blouse-laden globe. The two women began to talk in low, hushed voices and Brenda placed her hand gently atop Coleen's more than perky breast. She rubbed and massaged for a moment, then shoved the dainty brunette onto one of the desks. By this time, I had forgotten about acquisition, about dismissal, I had even forgotten about the pain of the rail digging into my ribs as I craned for a better look. I did notice the throbbing in my crotch, however.

It turned out that Brenda was a sort of dominating type, and she was asserting this fact to Coleen. She unhooked her black-laced bra and gave her own nipples a twist. Coleen, sitting eagerly on the edge of the desk, licked hungrily at Brenda's fingertips and nipples until, finally, Brenda moved her hand to a more supportive position under her tit for Coleen to suck freely her entire areola. A bit of giggling gave way to a moan from Brenda. Without any further a due, Brenda forced Coleen on to her back and began to suck and lick her breasts, all the while squeezing and caressing them.

Brenda got to her knees and placed Coleen's leg over her shoulder. Brenda kissed her inner thigh with very wet lips and slid her tongue along her creamy white skin. There was no mistaking the moment when Brenda's oral muscle pressed firmly against the outside of Coleen's white cotton panties. Nor was there any mistaking the sound of those panties being torn from their wearer. Coleen's knees bent upward as she braced for the first of many orgasmic climaxes she would be subjected to. She became a willing participant in what seemed to be a challenge of sexual endurance. For nearly forty minutes Brenda nibbled her labia and inner thigh area, occasionally returning to the clitoris to drive the orgasms harder and further. She inserted two fingers inside Coleen and began using the "come here" motion to further enhance the experience. More like "come now" if you asked me.

After a particularly loud and moist climax, Brenda stood up. "Why did you stop?" Coleen begged, gasping for air and wriggling from post orgasmic tremors. "Its my turn." replied Brenda in a very matter-of-fact tone. With that, Brenda bent at the waist and crawled over top of the still prone Coleen. They kissed for a bit, stroking and fingering one another's breasts, and Brenda continued her cat-like crawl and positioned herself at Coleen's head, half squatting over her face. "Lick my pussy, now!" demanded Brenda, and Coleen did not disappoint. She immediately lunged her tongue fully into Brenda's juicy twat. Hungrily licking and slurping as she went, Brenda began to moan and writhe in place. Finally she broke into deep, guttural moans of delight and inhibition. I decided to use this noise to cover my own ejaculatory response. If you can't join 'em, beat it, right?

Brenda and Coleen both wore knowing little grins as they dressed one another and hugged and kissed a bit. They decided that this would remain an anonymous session with more to come. I was very happy to hear this and made a side note to myself to check up on my references more often. They finished gathering their things and headed toward the door. Brenda opened the door and turned to Coleen, who in turn, turned to look at the very place where I sat hunched over and very uncomfortable.

"We will do this again as long as it remains a secret, okay Mr. Rodman?" Stunned at the reference to me, I held my breath, hoping that this was a bluff.

"We will take your silence to mean you understand." added Brenda.

"See you tomorrow morning Mr. Rodman."

The two girls began to giggle as they walked out of earshot and the hydraulic arm of the library door pulled it shut. I sat still for a moment longer, thinking they would try to burst back in and confirm I was there. Only after both my legs had fallen asleep did I feel safe enough to leave. I walked across the upper library to the stairwell door, all the while looking back to the door and at my legs, which had just begun their pins-and-needles bit of waking up. I opened the door to the stairwell, and was shocked to see the young women standing there with coy grins on their faces.

"Wanna join tomorrow night, or you just a voyeur?" Brenda asked.

Lets just say I have been hard at work ever since.

diversity

2008-04-20T13:06:00.000+01:00

desire

2008-04-19T22:34:00.005+01:00

Those who restrain their desires, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.

(Blake, again)