.∙ 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 dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees
Looking for the answer
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?

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 dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees
Looking for the answer
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?

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 dancer?

# The Killers: Human

Motto: Close your eyes , clear your heart, cut the cord.

Próximo tópico: A vida não tem botão Reset

.∙ Quem tem medo da tela azul ∙.

Todos alguma vez na vida passa por essa situação: Ligar o computador e se deparar com a famosa tela azul de STOP do Windows. No big deal, é apenas um problema no computador que pode ser consertado, ou não, dependendo da gravidade. Mas, como toda boa alínea da Lei de Murphy, isso vai acontecer quando você mais precisa dele. No meu caso, quando fui imprimir meu CV antes de sair para entrevista.

Mas a questão real é, como definir “quando você mais precisa dele”. Essa dependência da tecnologia, em especial dos computadores foi o que causou o grande boom tecnológico do século passado e desse. Precisamos, ou melhor, “precisamos” desse aparato quase que diariamente.

Minha mãe, aposentada usuária de computador para jogos e chat (relevantíssimo) enlouqueceu quando soube que seu precioso seria arrumado apenas no dia seguinte. “é tudo que eu tenho”. Essas palavras poderiam até comover se não tivéssemos outros 5 computadores em casa.

Isso leva a uma outra questão. Em casa somos 3 (contando com minha tia que mora a outra casa). Obviamente cada um tem o seu, afinal cada um tem sua privacidade. Ninguém da casa precisa saber o que faço no meu tempo livre (tirando é claro os outros milhões de usuários de Internet que tem acesso aos nossos, Twitter, Orkut, Facebook e perfis por sites afins. Isn’t it ironic?

Anyway, com a evolução virtual esses melhores amigos do homem vão se tornando obsoletos e, como fidelidade não é uma via de mão dupla, deixamos nossos defasados amigos por um mais novo e mais bonito, numa eterna andropausa tecnológica.

# Parodia: Killing my software with Windows

Moral da história: Se quiser bem feito, compra um Mac

Próximo tópico: A vida não tem botão Reset

.: 4 3 2 1 :.

Tem algumas coisas que nos perseguem durante a vida, não sabemos bem ao certo o porque disso, mas elas estão lá, atazando em um constante dejavu.
Tinha uma música que vivia na minha cabeça, ficava horas com ela cantando, uma língua que eu mesmo desconhecia. Meio que um mantra, sei lá. Nunca dei muita bola até ontem
Ao se despedir meu namorado falou Haribol para mim. Ele tem cresces hinduistas e as vezes fala um pouco sobre.
Com essa palavra, veio toda a música na minha cabeça. escrevi como eu achava mas ele nao entendeu muito. Não contente comecei a fuçar na internet. depois de um bom tempo achei. Muitos erros ortográficos separavam a verdadeira música da que eu reproduzia.
Arrepiei, o som que antes estava apenas na minha cabeça, o qual ainda não havera compartilhado com ningu´me, estava lá, no youtube para todos, com direito a tradução na minha própria língua.
Não contente ainda, como um bom cientista, continuei pesquisando sobre a música e sobre o autor. Depois de mais um bom tempo lendo, descobri que ela tinha sido trilha de uma novela a trocentos anos atrás: Pedra sobre pedra. Eu era pequeno ainda.
Muito provavelmente guardei na memória como um mantra pessoal.

Outra coisa que me intriga são os anagramas dos números 1 2 3 4. vivem me perseguindo. Hj, quando fui colapsar os textos de 2009 do blogspot eu vi q 2008 e 2009 tive respctivamente 21 e 43 textos. Não para por ai. a maioria das horas no relógio sa anagramas de 1234, bizarro.

tentei de diversas formas explicar isso, ainda nada me convenceu. Ainda a procura de resposta... vou aqui... e com grande surpresa, vou terminar e faer a contagem de linhas e palavras, e de alguma forma, sei que esses 4 numeros estarao la.

The winner takes it all

Abba - The winner takes it all

I don't wanna talk
About the things we've gone through
Though it's hurting me
Now it's history
I've played all my cards
And that's what you've done too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play
The winner takes it all
The loser standing small
Beside the victory
That's her destiny

I was in your arms
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking I'd be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules

The gods may throw a dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear
The winner takes it all
The loser has to fall
It's simple and it's plain
Why should I complain.

But tell me does she kiss
Like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same
When she calls your name?
Somewhere deep inside
You must know I miss you
But what can I say
Rules must be obeyed

The judges will decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low
The game is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all

I don't wanna talk
If it makes you feel sad
And I understand
You've come to shake my hand
I apologize
If it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense
No self-confidence
But you see
The winner takes it all
The winner takes it all...

.∙ Trust your instincts ∙.

I really don’t know why my life tend to be a dramatic soap opera, a living drama. When everything seems to be going just right, there’s always something to take my stability away.
A few people well know what I’ve been through and I appreciate this lack of knowledge from my closer ones. Although I like being the center of attentions, There are hatred in every though of a slight possibility to be evolved again in an unresolved relationship.
I guess living in a danger of in the thrilling forbidden passion is totally unbearable to me.
I don’t like been put aside, in blank or fooled by people. Play dummy is smart however the dice must play on my side.
From my past I learnt to listen to my intuition, perhaps a woman side of mine yelling to pay attention and avoid committing the very same mistake again. There’s a siren ringing. I’m not quite sure what for, so I’ll just be alert. Watching the dynamic and specially, holding still. One way of the other, my mental and emotional health must prevail.

Motto: “Trust your instincts”

Next Topic: A love game; I love game

.∙ What did you hear me say? ∙.

A couple of weeks ago Astrid and her unbearable coworker were discussing about Internet interference and invasion on people’s private life. Among thousands of cases of Pedros and similar, this unexpected popularity might sound at fist pleasant, but in the other hand can be a curse.
I specifically want to talk about who flogs, blogs, and relationship sites have intrusively entered in our lives and special in my own.
I love writing about myself, ‘my life is an opened book’ some would say. Recently a friend of my, who I didn’t even know was my blog reader sent me an mms complaint about what I have written about him in one of my posts. I honestly have no idea what he was complaining about. I read over and over to try to understand where, when and how I have offended him so badly. No clue.
The question is how badly I’m exposing myself and people around me. Is this healthy? Should I play more attention and limit myself to write basic stuff?
This makes me remember another friend, Leon(belém) and his flog Shameless. He isn’t afraid of writing everything there, and he is infinitively more popular then I am. I also remember another acquaintance who is also gay and a local celebrity in Northeast of Brazil. He watches every single word, picture and deposition he post to preserve his image in society. Which side to choose? My own I always say. Whatever works with me it’s fine as long as I don’t get hurt of hurt someone, mitigating, perhaps, the exposure effects.

# The Cardigans - Erase and Rewind
Motto: “Say whatever you want to, listen whatever they want you to”
Next topic: The new guys in town

.∙ Please don’t make too much of it baby ∙.

Life is interesting. When you feel down seems everything around goes down with you, but the most interesting part is that when you feel fine, everything is great.
For long I quit looking for to be found instead. It’s not that I want to, but what I don’t is get into a hunt. That’s just not me. Not the Now-me, anyway.
We attract good things, that’s exactly what is happening with me nowadays. A couple of weeks ago I decided to give a break and date myself. I’m doing fine. But the guys just keep coming… I CERTAINLY NOT complaining about that. I’m a Leo remember? Whwhwh
Anyway, what I want to say is that life can be very, very pleasant if you let it to.
Great thing ahead. Professionally, personally.
Oh, by the way. One month without sex. I will extend to two! No plains, however now kissing is allowed YESA!!!

# Jennifer Paige - Crush
Motto: “Let’s no overanalyze. Don’t go too deep with me, baby”
Next topic: That’s not what I’m looking for