sexta-feira, dezembro 22, 2017
quarta-feira, novembro 22, 2017
Scream
Looking back
On the first half of my life
I was told to be a good child
A happy child
All will be well
Looking up I could see your eyes
I could see I was a loved child
A special child
And you would be there
But as I became myself
Testing out the bounds
Of fickle love’s embrace
And so between us
Things have changed
You don’t seem to know me now
Look into my face
If I could scream any louder I would
Be any prouder then I would
Aim any higher, see any wider
Scream any louder then I would
Look ahead on the rest of my own life
Time will tell if it’s a good road
A hard road
And will you be there?
And in the end it matters how I tried
It matters that I lived
I lived dignified
If I could scream any louder I would
Be any prouder then I would
Aim any higher, see any wider
Scream any louder then I would
Scream
Be any prouder then I would
Aim any higher, see any wider
Scream
On the first half of my life
I was told to be a good child
A happy child
All will be well
Looking up I could see your eyes
I could see I was a loved child
A special child
And you would be there
But as I became myself
Testing out the bounds
Of fickle love’s embrace
And so between us
Things have changed
You don’t seem to know me now
Look into my face
If I could scream any louder I would
Be any prouder then I would
Aim any higher, see any wider
Scream any louder then I would
Look ahead on the rest of my own life
Time will tell if it’s a good road
A hard road
And will you be there?
And in the end it matters how I tried
It matters that I lived
I lived dignified
If I could scream any louder I would
Be any prouder then I would
Aim any higher, see any wider
Scream any louder then I would
Scream
Be any prouder then I would
Aim any higher, see any wider
Scream
sábado, novembro 18, 2017
quarta-feira, novembro 15, 2017
terça-feira, novembro 07, 2017
Rhino skin, elephant balls
You need rhino skin
If you're gonna begin
To walk
Through this world
You need elephant balls
If you don't want to crawl
On your hands
Through this world
Oh my love if I reveal
Every secret I've concealed
How many thoughts would you steal
How much of my pain would you feel
You need eagles wings
To get over things
That make no sense
In this world
You need rhino skin
If you're gonna pretend
You're not hurt by this world
If you listen long enough
You can hear my skin grow tough
Love is painful to the touch
Must be made of stronger stuff
You need rhino skin
To get to the end
Of the maze through this world
You need rhino skin
Or you're gonna give in
To the needles and pins
The arrows of sin
The evils of men
You need rhino skin
TP
TP
terça-feira, outubro 31, 2017
segunda-feira, outubro 30, 2017
segunda-feira, outubro 02, 2017
sexta-feira, setembro 29, 2017
The Tower - The Sorcerer King II
And so they did. Sir Maxwell of Urquill did the best use of all of his troops and war machines. He studied and analyzed all piece of intelligence his men managed to find, every scrap of information, every rumour as small and unbelieavable as it may seem, and despite all of that, despite all of the neverending nights trying to find a solution, constructing different strategies, different plans, even then, years after, the tower still avoided complete and utter domination.
The Sorcerer King was gone by now, yes. Vanquished by the sheer greatness of the standing army besieging him. Vanquished by all the years resisting, preventing the taking of the tower. He grew tired and eventually left, deeming those men not worthy of his attention no more. Yes, a small victory indeed.
But even though he was gone, what he left behind proved to be a not so easy task again.
But even though he was gone, what he left behind proved to be a not so easy task again.
The castle itself wasn't the true challenge, now Sir Maxwell and his men found out the truth about it all.
The Sorcerer King wasn't the real force holding them back, keeping them at bay. It was the tower itself, with all its meandering stairs, seemingless neverending, impossible to follow, impossible to map out. Sure, Max had gained access to the tower, but once inside he found out the terrible truth: he may be inside but the tower itself wouldn't allow him to gain control of it. Dozens of men, sent to explore it never came back, other returned but they had lost their mind inside the tower.
It seemed the tower changed every day. The entrance door was always in the same place, but once inside one never knew what to find.
One day a large hall room, the other a long and winding corridor, other still a flight of stairs. Once he was bewildered to find behind the entrance door a strong anf thick stone wall, impossible to break. So, it seemes that the tower had the power to bar their entrance for good....the fact that it allowed their entrance most of the times showed only that it was almost mocking the men, confusing them, in order to prevent their taking over.
The Sorcerer King wasn't the real force holding them back, keeping them at bay. It was the tower itself, with all its meandering stairs, seemingless neverending, impossible to follow, impossible to map out. Sure, Max had gained access to the tower, but once inside he found out the terrible truth: he may be inside but the tower itself wouldn't allow him to gain control of it. Dozens of men, sent to explore it never came back, other returned but they had lost their mind inside the tower.
It seemed the tower changed every day. The entrance door was always in the same place, but once inside one never knew what to find.
One day a large hall room, the other a long and winding corridor, other still a flight of stairs. Once he was bewildered to find behind the entrance door a strong anf thick stone wall, impossible to break. So, it seemes that the tower had the power to bar their entrance for good....the fact that it allowed their entrance most of the times showed only that it was almost mocking the men, confusing them, in order to prevent their taking over.
King James X was dead by now, fallen victim of a wild boar in an ill fate hunting accident. But still his words resonated with Sir Maxwell: "We'll be victorious. The first thing is not to lose hope. Have patience my friend. Strive and endure. Get to know the darkness, and the light will soon come".
Sir Maxwell missed his King, his friend, his comrade in arms. Together they achieved much, but this particular speck in the map was still defying him, not allowing him to achieve true victory. Altough the entire country, all of its castles, even this castle, everything and everyone was now a part of the Kingdom, this wretched tower still eluded him.
The new King, the dead King's brother, rose to to power while the young Prince waited for a more mature age. But King Jules I didn't share the same worries about this tower. Thus making it difficult to Sir Maxwell to fulfill the promise he made to the old King. The new King wanted to move forward, he said he didn't need that small tower, neither did the kingdom. But Sir Maxwell couldn't allow himself to forget, to simply walk away. Even knowing that the king was being really patient. Altough until when, he didn't know.
It was personal now. And more than overpowering the tower, he now just wanted to understand it, he strove to fully understanding it, to simply overpower it with his intelligence, his mind, but all had been in vain until now. Some of his men were already talking of tearing down the tower, so simple as that, but he wasn't ready for such a terminal solution. He had to understand it, anything less than that would constitute a failure to him, a horrible failure.
Gunther Dünn
segunda-feira, setembro 18, 2017
sexta-feira, agosto 11, 2017
sexta-feira, agosto 04, 2017
quinta-feira, agosto 03, 2017
Amar Pelos Dois
Se um dia alguém perguntar por mim
Diz que vivi para te amar
Antes de ti, só existi
Cansado e sem nada para dar
Meu bem, ouve as minhas preces
Peço que regresses, que me voltes a querer
Eu sei que não se ama sozinho
Talvez, devagarinho, possas voltar a aprender
Meu bem, ouve as minhas preces
Peço que regresses, que me voltes a querer
Eu sei que não se ama sozinho
Talvez, devagarinho, possas voltar a aprender
Se o teu coração não quiser ceder
Não sentir paixão, não quiser sofrer
Sem fazer planos do que virá depois
O meu coração pode amar pelos dois
terça-feira, agosto 01, 2017
Continuar
Tira a mão do queixo, não penses mais nisso
o que lá vai já deu o que tinha a dar
quem ganhou, ganhou e usou-se disso
quem perdeu há-de ter mais cartas para dar
e enquanto alguns fazem figura
outros sucumbem à batota
chega aonde tu quiseres
mas goza bem a tua rota
Enquanto houver estrada para andar
a gente vai continuar
enquanto houver estrada para andar
enquanto houver ventos e mar
a gente não vai parar
enquanto houver ventos e mar
Todos nós pagamos por tudo o que usamos
o sistema é antigo e não poupa ninguém
somos todos escravos do que precisamos
reduz as necessidades se queres passar bem
que a dependência é uma besta
que dá cabo do desejo
e a liberdade é uma maluca
que sabe quanto vale um beijo
Enquanto houver estrada para andar
a gente vai continuar...
Jorge Palma
o que lá vai já deu o que tinha a dar
quem ganhou, ganhou e usou-se disso
quem perdeu há-de ter mais cartas para dar
e enquanto alguns fazem figura
outros sucumbem à batota
chega aonde tu quiseres
mas goza bem a tua rota
Enquanto houver estrada para andar
a gente vai continuar
enquanto houver estrada para andar
enquanto houver ventos e mar
a gente não vai parar
enquanto houver ventos e mar
Todos nós pagamos por tudo o que usamos
o sistema é antigo e não poupa ninguém
somos todos escravos do que precisamos
reduz as necessidades se queres passar bem
que a dependência é uma besta
que dá cabo do desejo
e a liberdade é uma maluca
que sabe quanto vale um beijo
Enquanto houver estrada para andar
a gente vai continuar...
Jorge Palma
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quarta-feira, maio 03, 2017
sábado, abril 15, 2017
Failure to communicate
"Life ain't what you reckon to be sonny boy!", said Ol'Timer Willy, while rocking his chair in his porch. "Mmmm, no siree!", he carried on, suddenly stopping as if to appreciate his own piece of advice. His wrinkled and myopic eyes seemed to vanish into the past, as if in some sort of time travelling without moving.
"You know boyo, «what we've got here is failure to communicate», like they say in that movie whatever it's called..." He shuffled his feet and spat that godawful chewing tobbaco he so much appreciated. I leaned forward lending him all my ears...he was never this talkative before.
"I've been watching you kid.
after the war i was thrown in a Florida jail, unjustly, but that's another story. Well, while i had my bones there i met Cool Hand Luke, you sure must've heard 'bout him, with the picture and all...well, the Warden there, one day told Luke, after another of his shennanigans, that we must conform sometimes to the dice life gives ya... «what we've got here is failure to communicate» he said...
"I've been watching you kid.
after the war i was thrown in a Florida jail, unjustly, but that's another story. Well, while i had my bones there i met Cool Hand Luke, you sure must've heard 'bout him, with the picture and all...well, the Warden there, one day told Luke, after another of his shennanigans, that we must conform sometimes to the dice life gives ya... «what we've got here is failure to communicate» he said...
Gunther Dünn
sexta-feira, março 31, 2017
sexta-feira, março 17, 2017
sábado, fevereiro 04, 2017
segunda-feira, janeiro 23, 2017
segunda-feira, janeiro 09, 2017
Uma vida à espera
Uma vida à espera do fim do dia.
Uma vida à espera do fim de semana.
Uma vida à espera do fim do mês.
Uma vida à espera das férias.
Uma vida à espera disto.
Uma vida à espera que isto passe.
Uma vida à espera de paz.
Uma vida à espera que a vida se endireite.
Uma vida à espera do fim de semana.
Uma vida à espera do fim do mês.
Uma vida à espera das férias.
Uma vida à espera disto.
Uma vida à espera que isto passe.
Uma vida à espera de paz.
Uma vida à espera que a vida se endireite.
Gunther Dünn
quarta-feira, janeiro 04, 2017
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