My translation of Por Enquanto
The seasons changed, and nothing changed But I know something happend Everything is like so different… Remember the day we got to believe That everything was forever, without knowing, that forever Forever, everything ends But nothing will manage to change what is there When I think about some I only think of you And so, well, we are fine… Even with so many incentives to leave...
Listen to the melancholy voice of Renato Rousso,...
Mudaram as estações, nada mudou Mas eu sei que alguma coisa aconteceu Está tudo assim tão diferente… Se lembra quando a gente chegou um dia a acreditar Que tudo era pra sempre, sem saber, que o pra sempre Sempre acaba… Mas nada vai conseguir mudar o que ficou Quando penso em alguém só penso em você E aí, então, estamos bem… Mesmo com tantos motivos pra deixar tudo como...
Pillow of longing
Sounds like a name for a poem, no? Only in Portugal they could dream up a pillow with the word Saudade written on it… Rest your head on a pillow of longing…
Hemmmmmmmmm, me gusta comer los ositos, mmmmmmmmmmmmm son muy saborosos y...–
Dialectic of Enlightenment...
My discussions with H. reminded me of another very important work, forgotten and gathering dust on university liberary shelves… Long before “postmodernism” became fashionable, Adorno and Horkheimer wrote one of the most searching critiques of modernity to have emerged among progressive European intellectuals: the dialectic of enlightenment, an amazing work that influenced...
Click here for love...
Love is always and only a click away… Or so they say? Thank you H. for giving me the opportunity to remember this remarkable man which said a long time ago: “Love is not primarily a relationship to a specific person; it is an attitude, an ordination of character which determines the relatedness of the person to the whole world as a whole, not toward one object of love.” Yet...
Like a Prayer...
Now they’re after Madonna apparently… According to Daily Star, some loveydovey muslim fan would simply have Madonna, well, ahem, … BEHEADED; He wrote: “If I meet her I will have the honour to be the first one to cut the head off Madonna if they will keep spreading their satanic culture against Islam.” Another delightful chap calling himself Hammed10 wrote: “Madonna is a disgrace....
In the Royal Oak pub, Poynings
Barman: Oh, hello sirs, afternoon!
Fritz & Dan: Afternoon.
Barman: There are just the two of you here?
Fritz &Dan: Ahem, yes.
Dan: Oh, no there is a third person (refering to my niece smoking outside).
Barman: Ahh! A woman then? Oh Right.
Well... Ain't it little England after all, just a few miles outside of liberal BrightON, good thing we didn't have a "homosexual" badge on us, or we might have well heard - "its a local pub for local people..."
The only alternative to coexistence is codestruction.– Jawaharlal Nehru (1889 - 1964)
Gay history under-railed!
Some famous gay historical points in London are about to disappear forever from London. Do you remember G-A-Y at the London Astoria? The Astoria, in fact, was built on a site of a pickle factory, and opened in 1927 as a cinema. It was later converted for theatrical use in 1976 and has been a music and club venue for over 20 years now, most famously of G-A-Y, but also Mean Fiddler. I remember...
Don’t you just hate it when you go through all the trouble to see a doctor when your really feeling ill, and he or she just says, take a rest, its probably viral ?! Thank you dear doctor, I really feel better now… Argh! Monkey Business
Architectural Aesthetics of the 21st Century
Have you noticed the architectural aesthetics around you? The stainless steel and glass, with clean minimalism, semi transparency? Its like an ambient shopping mall - clean, sleek, new, shiney, womb like inside, phallic on the outside; the quintessentially mark of 21st century cooperate structure - containing and ruthlessly brutal - it may be transparent but pyramidal to the core. These...
What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless, whether...– Mahatma Gandhi, “Non-Violence in Peace and War”
Emotion can overwhelm intellect if not used constrcutively and nurished by...
Precious Gem of Hope
My eyes and mouth become fused Like a strange picasso painting Or distorted through a bottle My words were re-written Into a web not of my own Twisted into unto a bark like a grapvine Still I embrace and let you Precious gem of hope Even if you cant see it or me It is only a moment Before your heart speaks Through walls of illusions For A.
Just look around, find your consumer lifestyle porfile, copy and paste, ready to...–
@ Kings Arms last night–
Bread Air Bubble
An air bubble in a warm bread loaf We seek no outside or inside Happy in our insularity With a brown baked skin over us Embedded in whitness like cotton Here we can hold each other We can be frozen in time for a few seconds And move to something else That we never planned We can become breadcrumbs Rolling together into the world Baking in its sun And to a new existance Flowing with...
Poem to H.
We are like two doves Tenderly set apart To find a way to the nest Wing to wing Beak to beak