Registo.

Hoje, apetece-me ir à praia e tomar café contigo.

Já fizémos tanta coisa pelo meio desde a última vez.

Hoje, apetece-me começar qualquer coisa.

Quero bolo

fachâvor?

Oh, m*rda!

After some time you learn the difference,
The subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning,
And company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts,
And presents aren't promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats,
With your head up and your eyes ahead,
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn,
That even the sun burns if you get too much,
And learn that it doesn't matter how much you do care about,
Some people simply don't care at all.
And you accept that it doesn't matter how good a person is,
She will hurt you once in a while,
And you need to forgive her for that.
You learn that talking can relieve emotional pain.
You discover that it takes several years to build a relationship based on confidence,
And just a few seconds to destroy it.
And that you can do something just in an instant,
And which you will regret for the rest of your life.
You learn that the true friendships,
Continue to grow even from miles away.
And that what matters isn't what you have in your life,
But who you have in your life.
And that good friends are the family,
Which allows us to choose.
You learn that we don't have to switch our friends,
If we understand that friends can also change.
You realize that you are your best friend,
And that you can do do anything, or nothing,
And have good moments together.
You discover that the people who you most care about in your life,
Are taken from you so quickly,
So we must always leave the people who we care about with lovely words,
It may be the last time we see them.
You learn that the circunstances and the enviroment have influence upon us,
But we are responsible for ourselves.
You start to learn that you should not compare yourself with others,
But with the best you can be.
You discover that it takes a long time to become the person you wish to be,
And that the time is short.
You learn that it doesn't matter where you have reached,
But where you are going to.
But if you don't know where you are going to,
Anywhere will do.
You learn that either you control your acts,
Or they shall control you.
And that to be flexible doesn't mean to be weak or not to have personality,
Because it doesn't matter how delicate and fragile the situation is,
There are always two sides.
You learn that heroes are those who did what was necessary to be done,
Facing the consequences.
You learn that patience demands a lot of practice.
You discover that sometimes,
The person who you most expect to be kicked by when you fall,
Is one of the few who will help you to stand up.
You learn that maturity has more to do with the kinds of experiences you had
And what you have learned from them,
Than how many birthdays you have celebrated.
You learn that there are more from you parents inside you than you thought.
You learn that we shall never tell a child that dreams are silly,
Very few things are so humiliating,
And it would be a tragedy if she belived in it.
You learn that when you are angry,
You have the right to be angry,
But this doesn't give you the right to be cruel.
You discover that only because someone doesn't love you the way you would like
her to,
It doesn't mean that this person doesn't love you the most she can,
Beacuse there are people who love us,
But just don't know how to show or live that.
You learn that sometimes it isn't enough being forgiven by someone,
Sometimes you have to learn how to forgive yourself.
You learn that with the same harshness you judge,
Some day you will be condemned.
You learn that it doesn't matter in how many pieces your heart has been broken,
The world doesn't stop for you to fix it.
You learn that time isn't something you can turn back,
Therefore you must plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure.
You really are strong .
And you can go so farther than you thougt you could go.
And that life really has a value.
And you have value within the life.
And that our gifts are betrayers,
And make us lose
The good we could conquer,
If it wasn't for the fear of trying

Andar de comboio é fixe

«Fui ver o vulcão da Madeira. Só há um. Que eu saiba a Madeira só tem um vulcão.»

Não sei se só havia um e o arquipélago é de origem vulcânica, mas as erupções mais recentes terminaram há 6500 anos...

Sobre a coragem.

«Tem de ser. Não tens noção das dores.» dizia ela à amiga.

Ciência

O que é que isto diz da vida sexual deles?

Acabou-se o tempo para pensar no título e ainda não tenho nenhum, portanto, sem mais delongas, deixo-vos com a cultura romântica:

Yo prefiero seguir buscando
los defectos y los encantos
de una dama golfa y valiente,
verdadera como la guerra,
despeinada como la tierra
y canalla como la gente.
Yo prefiero una compañera
perfumada con la madera,
con el cuero y con la palabra...
Hembra,una mujer para mi deve ser
mucho más que una hembra
que desprecie la corbata y el chanel,
el dinero y la mentira,
sólo por esa mujer valdrá mi muerte
más que mi vida.

Los Yesterdays

Há dias mais complicados do que outros...

...mas tivessem sido todas as épocas de exames assim e estávamos nós muito bem... parecem férias!!

Eis que...

... fui de férias. Uma semana. Não é que quisesse propriamente voltar agora. Acabaram-se os dias de sol, as meias-de-leite com espuma e as tostas de galinha. Acabaram-se os passeios para apanhar sol, porque estar em casa é um tédio. Agora, resta pagar pelas férias com tempo que obriga a optar entre dormir e cumprir prazos que não fui eu que acordei. Ainda não comecei e já sinto a insónia do stress (stresse? setresse?). É só continuar a respirar propriamente, é fácil: a especialização é esta e faltam 19(?) meses. Só não vejo a necessidade de os passar à sombra ou em casa. Mas não faz mal. Faltam 19 (?) meses. Depois há outras coisas para fazer. Melhores. Não é que agora sejam más, as coisas. Más são as condições em que elas decorrem. Este tempo não é o meu. Não que isso importe ou possa ser mudado. Por enquanto.

Da dúvida.

Levantar às seis e trinta. Cerca de duzentos quilómetros por dia. Um telemóvel com menos de um ano e com mais de cento e cinquenta horas de conversação. Ter dentro da cabeça uma empresa com dois mil clientes, saber manter um contacto profissional que, a despeito de estarmos no melhor ou no pior dos nossos dias, tem de ser cordial, sóbrio e atenciososo. Gerir a relação de setenta empregados. Sair com os miolos feitos em água e dirigir-me para a universidade. Deu-me a pancada da tese. Entrar em casa às onze e meia da noite. Tentar gerir a casa e os afectos. Antes de ir para cama, escrevo este texto a pergunto-me se tudo isto vale a pena, se não estou a esquecer-me das coisas mais importantes da vida, se vale a pena escrever este texto, se faz sentido um caos deste tipo, para ficar sem tempo para grande parte das minhas devoções e das minhas paixões, se vale a pena esta dor de cabeça que tenho, se vale a pena ter estudado para ter como recompensa um telefone com doze chamadas por responder, se vale a pena. Suponho que a vossa vida seja parecida com isto, mas nunca vos perguntais se vale a pena. Tenho que ir dormir. E tenho que mudar de página.

Carlos Malmoro