are we human...?

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

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

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

life

The purpose of life is a life of purpose.

(Robert Byrne)

a drink...?

tr3s

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

sex...

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

sticky and sweet

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!!!

counting down each second...

the gift

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

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

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

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

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

and see you soon!

o homem que nunca amou

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

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

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

persegue um sonho...

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

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

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...

"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

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!

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?

hey!

aerials

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

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

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

underneath

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

"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

summer morning

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...?

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

Do we give a damn?

people...

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

viva la vida

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

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...

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

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!

any doubts...?

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

- 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

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...

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

(Natália Correia)

rebels...

without a cause...

RiR Lx 08

EU FUI

RiR Lx 08

linkin park, what i've done

muse, time is runnig out