The Long And Winding Road...

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Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me

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Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me



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Well I gave you everything I had,

         Em                    A7

But you left me sitting on my own

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Did you have to treat me oh so bad,

       Em                      A7

All I do is hang my head and moan



If it's something that I've said or done,

Tell me what and I'll apologize

If you don't I really can't go on,

Holding back these tears in my eyes



D7      G

Well I beg you on my bended knees,

        A7

If you'll only listen to my please

           Bm

If there's anything I can do,

          Em

'Cause I really can't stand it

     A7              D 

I'm so in love with you



        D  Bm         Em            A7      D Bm Em

Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me

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Tell me why you cried, and why you lied to me

Ok.

Ontem coloquei meu computador para resolver um problema. Tinha diversas técnicas na mão e não muito tempo para os experimentos. Resolvi fazer o seguinte, deixa-las começar a resolver e ver a que começa melhor para decidir qual eu deixaria simulando em meu pc. No final deu tempo para testar diversas e uma coisa chamou a minha atenção, a que começou pior foi a que foi melhor.

 

Então, meu preceito filosófico do começo como referencia ao fim se caiu por água a baixo em uma simples experiência computacional. É isto. As coisas mudam de rumos ao longo do tempo.

 

Estou escrevendo isto para as pessoas. Sim, sempre é tempo de mudar a historia, a trajetória.

 

Se um estúpido programa de computador faz, por que nos não fazemos?

 

Na vitrola: Why does it always rain on me? (Travis)

 

Walking in a storm

Trying to find a shelter

But you took all the wrong paths

And now helter-skelter

 

And you ask “why does it always rain on you?”

Maybe it because you lied when you were 17

And you kept on when you got 18

Nothing changed in your 19

 

Even when the sun is shining

You cannot avoid the lightning…

 

And you sleep quietly

While the disease you create

Is spreading through out the world

 

And many die

You may lie

One and two

I and you

 

And you sleep,

Quietly

In the shoulder of the fate

In the past of glory

In a future of disgrace

 

No pride

No sense of correctness

No care

Once or twice

A broken heart

And a pride is diced

 

It is time to declare one war

To the ones that pretend to like you

To declare a war!!!

 

While you sleep quietly

At 5am

In my shoulder

After you spread you disease

While I get older and older…

 

Music of the evening: Why does it always rain on me? (Travis)

Today I have sent a message to Verena, the first "girlfriend" I had in Europe. In fact I was only answering the message she wrote to me few days ago and that I did not have time, neither mood, to answer. She is one of the people I am sure I will meet again if I go back to Europe.

She is the opposite of what I wrote here before, she is one person of 100% truth. It was a remarkable characteristic on her. Even under pressure, in the most scaring situations, she did not change this, she kept for all the time her believes, although, sometimes, it brought bad things, not good.

But she kept with a clean conscience that she did what was the right thing, to her, to her education, to her family. She would never betray herself, never. Her parents help her a lot a feel. They supported her in all the situations, the easiest to the hardest. It, for sure, also made difference.

I am quite busy these days but I will try to talk with all my "ex" I think is nice. Tomorrow it will be Romy.

 

Song of the afternoon: Why does it always rain on me?

It is 5pm in Brazil. I am still in front of my computer... what is wrong with me? What is wrong with me?

Two days ago I was sure I wanted to go back to oxford. I finally wrote the project. At least the sketch of it. I do not want anymore... is it normal in a human being to change so fast? Am I normal?

I hope nobody reads this blog anymore...

 

Song of the night: Why does it always rain on me?

Let's wonder about something today, the truth... is there half a truth in this world? Is there a small or a big lie? Honest lies do not interest to me...

 

So, let's talk about some opposite philosophical concepts of life, the truth and the lie. The problem when you say half a truth is that you are telling half a lie. So, there is not half, 80%, or 90% truth... or it is true or untrue. Untrue, means, by the way, lie!

 

Thus, today I want to talk about that. People lie, they do it all the time. I thought that my home, the Federal university of minas was stronger than a lie. But it was not. The people I admired the most in there, lied to me, to minor things, in my opinion...

 

So, why? Why people are not brave enough to be stupid and say the truth? If you do not want to show people you are stupid you should try to be smart, not to pretend you are!!! Why the betrayed husband is always the last to know? The wife should have the dignity of coming and say "I will betray you today if the dentist...". People has not a sense of dignity in this world anymore.

 

I hate my friends, but there is sth they never did, they have never lied. They are bastards, they can chat up my girls, but they will not pretend they did not. If she accepts it is her fault, not their fault. They are evil but I like them because they are honest. It is the most important thing. It is better to be with a killer that does not pretend to be other things than to be with a fake angel.

I feel I am a bit in anger today... I will stop for now. My night is dead

Song: Why does it always rain on me? (Travis)

 

Hymn to Isis

For I am the first and the last
I am the venerated and the despised
I am the prostitute and the saint
I am the wife and the virgin
I am the mother and the daughter
I am the arms of my mother
I am barren and my children are many
I am the married woman and the spinster
I am the woman who gives birth and she
who never procreated
I am the consolation for the pain of birth
I am the wife and the husband
And it was my man who created me
I am the mother of my father
I am the sister of my husband
And he is my rejected son
Always respect me
For I am the shameful and the magnificent one

- 3rd or 4th century BCE, discovered in Nag Hammadi

Music of the day: No music for today...