Besos de licor

"Tu risa me da risa
Tu calor me da valor
dame otro beso de licor"

Apetece-me matar o mundo

Aprendi uma coisa com o homem mais velho do mundo.

Nos seus cento e tal anos de vida, ele me disse que a única queixa que ele tem sobre a vida é que ela é demasiadamente curta.

Também me disse que a vida é feita por triunfos e perdas, mas que no fim só lembramos das coisas boas.

A vida é amarga. É áspera. É dura. Mas é a vida.

Existem pessoas que te odeiam. Odeiam-te porque és inteligente, no meio de tanta ignorância. Odeiam-te porque és jovem, no meio de tanta velhice. Odeiam-te porque és uma pessoa politicamente e socialmente correcta (apesar das tuas falhas humaníssimas), no meio de tanta gente corrompida. Odeiam-te porque és uma pessoa bela, no meio de tanta feiúra.

Odeia-te, sobretudo, porque foste amado e elas sofreram nas mãos do ódio de outras pessoas.

Entretanto, essas pessoas só ganham somente quando TU passas a odeia-las. E aí perdes tudo.

Como nem disse um velho sábio muitos anos atrás

"É preciso amar as pessoas, como se não houvesse amanhã"

Boa noite

The Crying Rhinocerous

I'm in love with you.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't express myself on the Net. It's pathetic, it's humiliating, it's sad. It's not me.

Yet I can't help it. I hope one day to tell you how I feel in person.

This is me without my armour - the crying rhinocerous.

I'm sorry.

I hope you are happy for the rest of your life.

No man on earth will ever know how lucky he is to have you.

But you'll never be mine.

Best wishes

Forever yours

The Crying Rhinocerous

On Heroes

Heroes are not nice people. They are do not ride on big, white horses, are NOT physically fit, DO NOT speak several languages, are NOT patient and in love with life. Girls, they are not that knight-in-shining armour myth that you are lead to believe when you're very young. Mates, they are not Superman.

Rather, our heroes are impatient, work many hours a day and get very little respect from other people, They are usually ugly, with very little sex appeal and often, no charm. They paddle up a stream of shit so often and vigorously that our arms feel their tiredness. They are mostly never around, but their presence is always felt. They are rarely kind - unless you have something important to say, you're taking up their time, and therefore deserve to be insulted, you stupid idiot.

But if they were not so extraordinary, to the extent that they influence our lives and gain our respect and admiration, they'd be ordinary. And, in an age where everything follows a certain norm, we need more people who stand out from the crowd and shape our lives and our futures in ever more brilliant ways.

This is a call for more heroes. Please respond. Yours truly, Cid.