The Long And Winding Road...

Só por hoje eu não quero mais chorar
Só por hoje eu espero conseguir
Aceitar o que passou o que virá
Só por hoje vou me lembrar que sou feliz

Hoje já sei que sou tudo que preciso ser
Não preciso me desculpar e nem te convencer
O mundo é radical
Não sei onde estou indo
Só sei que não estou perdido
Aprendi a viver um dia de cada vez

Só por hoje eu não vou me machucar
Só por hoje eu não quero me esquecer
Que há algumas pouco vinte quatro horas
Quase joguei a minha vida inteira fora

Não não não não
Viver é uma dádiva fatal!
No fim das contas ninguém sai vivo daqui mas -
Vamos com calma !

Só por hoje eu não quero mais chorar
Só por hoje eu não vou me destruir
Posso até ficar triste se eu quiser
É só por hoje, ao menos isso eu aprendi

Ontem fui andar na beira do mar. O clima está ótimo aqui na capital capixaba. Ontem foi um dia especialmente atípico. É estranho como a vida se apresenta. As vezes as coisas vão e vem de uma certa forma surpreendente.

A vida tem sido assim ao longo destes anos. 2007 me lembra 1997. Dois anos muito atípicos que mudaram a minha vida de ponta cabeça. De 97 sai mais forte, com o passado limpo, e o futuro promissor. De 2007 eu ainda não sei...

Então, ontem fui andar à beira do mar. Legião Urbana tem sido a trilha sonora destes dias. É interessante, eu não escuto Legião quando estou na Inglaterra, mas é o meu primeiro impulso quando volto para casa. Tenho a coleção completas, uns 10 CDs.

Em 97 a trilha sonora foi Legião também, mas principalmente Lennon (Imagine). Acredito que minha garota Giulia, é Giulia por causa da Júlia dos Beatles (White album para os curiosos)...

Bom, se eles querem meu sangue, terão o meu sangue só no fim, e se eles querem meu corpo, só se eu estiver morto só assim...

A minha força é como o brilho do Sol.

Douglas

It was with a certain surprise that i saw that my blog is having over 40 access a day since the end of October. I believe that most of yuo know what is happening. My parents suffered and accident on 28th of October. I came home (Vitoria) and  I will stay for a very long time here.

My father is phisically fine, however, my mum is in the Intensive Care Unit. Amog others the lung and intestine are still critical. For this reason i decided to changed many things in my life. Time is very stressing, but we are trying to carry on as we can.

So, I decided to turn the page in many things in life and I will write them here in the following days. My mind, my concpets, myself, are changing a lot since the first time i went to Oxford. And to be very honest there so many things i wrote but i didnt not dare to put in here. Now I will...

Hope people will not judge as it is not only of flowers. Of course i have the doctor (of medice) and the monster's face.  In the last years i let the monster to be the number one.

From my time at Imperial (which i will officialy leave on 12th of January next year) and Oxford, my trips, Claire, my family, my firends, sex drugs and rock'n'roll (loads of them), all will be touched in an open way.

It is for me as a re-start from a bad time. I will write it down to look back in the future and try to understand since I cannot understand it now. I am trying for many days but i really cannot.

For now on I will block the comments in this page. Whoever wants to talk to me please contact me on my msn or in mine Brazilian phone.

Thank for the people who understood and helped me in this moment. Last weekend, when I was in Belo Horizonte Marcelo told me he was praying for my mother. It was quite surprising but it showed his understranding of the moment.

I am not sure if i will be capable to express all the ideas that come to my mind. 

Douglas

Musica do dia: Vento no Litoral (Legião Urbana)

There are so many times
The world turns up side down
There are some many leaves
Dying on the ground
But God, if you exist,
couldn’t you foresee?
Don’t let it be!!!
There were so many times
That good became bad
There were so many times
I was a refugee in my bed
But God, if you exist,
couldn’t you make her sing along?
Don’t get me wrong
And the sun has gone
We turn on our lights
And we leave them on
But you cry the whole night
(tell me why tell me why...)
Can God be wrong
And fix last nite?
There is no right or wrong
You’re running for life
There are so many times
That Evil becomes God
There are so many times
The wrong is on the spot
But God, if you exist,
couldn’t you foresee?
Don’t let it be!!!
There were so many times
That good became bad
There were so many times
I was a refugee in my bed
But God, if you exist,
couldn’t you make her sing along?
Don’t get me wrong
And the sun has gone
We turn on our lights
(they don’t shine they don’t shine)
And we leave them on
But you cry the whole night
Can God be wrong
And fix last nite?
(It is our hope that shines)
There is no right or wrong
And I hear you crying
All over the night
And the sun has gone
We turn on our lights
(they don’t shine they don’t shine)
And we leave them on
But you cry the whole night
Can God be wrong
And fix last nite?
(It is our hope that shines)
There is no right or wrong
Till you tell me it is all right...

"When you were young and your heart was an open book, you used to say live and lets live..."

Somtimes the difference between medice and poison is very smooth...