about doing stuff the hard way

People usually have objectives to achieve. Not many, maybe one or two (three?), but they all have.

Some people set possible targets, and very often get to them sooner or later; it is satisfying for everyone involved in the process.

But what if someone sets their standards too high in the sky?

The funny thing is that such a being would take interesting steps throughout the way, accomplishing what many would think impossible in a vain effort of getting a little bit closer to their dream.

In the end, they will have unraveled a humongous amount of mystery and conquered a respectful bunch of what was thought to be absolutely impossible.

But the feeling of incompetence… for never having been able to jump that extra inch higher (which was the big idea since the beginning), will prevent them from  acknowledging every single one of their other victories.

whatever

Every bit of optimism has turned into criticism.

All the respect towards wisdom, towards sheer experience, is completely gone.

Almost all the modesty too.

All humanity.

There’s not much left inside.

The outside has an impennetrable wrapping.

Living tissue covering a metallic skeleton.

Might be soft by the touch.

Nobody ever tried it. Of course.

o tempo vai passar…

O tempo vai passar,

Os anos vão confirmar

As três palavras que eu proferi:

Amigo estou aqui.

Intuition

“So, you’re basically telling me that you act only based on intuition?”

“Yes.”

“And when your intuition completely fails, I mean, what if all your hunches go blank? What do you do?”

“Nothing. I do nothing.”

Comments on news websites

Another sure contender for the “Worst invention ever” prize.
I could (but not should) provide an example, but a simple visit to your favorite news source makes my point.

Contest: what’s the worst invention ever?

This is intended to specially disappoint those who, childishly, think I’m uncapable of feeling angry, sour or outraged (or all of the mentioned).

Please consider your utmost feelings while choosing your answer. Thank you.

Roma

When I took this one, I felt lonely. Rome is the kind of place that could be better if visited with company.

The picture still looks great, though. To be honest, I almost can’t remember being there anymore: seems too unreal.

Alright, a description.
First, an offense to Johann Sebastian Bach’s La Bourée. Right afterwards, I noticed it would be kind of nice to use the last note to pull off Heitor Villa-Lobos’ Étude #1.
Thank you, Claire, for the compliments. I can do much better, though! I get nervous with cameras, last part was too “shaky” even for someone of my level :P

PS: Making frames with my fingers was completely unecessary, I know. But… so is life.
PS’: Girly, long fingernails on the right hand, and an obsession for the shortest possible fingernails on the left hand: not only helps a lot, it is necessary!!

What tongueless ghost of sin crept through my curtains?

Sailing on a sea of sweat in a stormy night?

I think he ain’t got a name but I can’t be certain…
And in me he starts to confide:

That my family don’t seem so familiar, and my enemies all know my name; And if you hear me tap on your window, you’d better get on your knees and pray: panic is on the wAAAAaaaaaaaay (yyyy)…