Moonspell

Moonspell 1755-2017

Meanwhile...

...back in the 90's...

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. 

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. 

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

Stay Puft

Walk Tall, Smile  Big.

W-T-F-!

:D

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

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

Férias!

Purple

:)

??

Not quite i'm afraid. Maybe 43's the one!

Note to self

yeah...

secret

...

Hakuna Matata

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...

Gunther Dünn

sometimes... .|.

L:O:L

Moonspell

Rogue One

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.

Gunther Dünn

all in all

F**k 2016

Agora que o ano de 2016 se aproxima do fim, tem sido crescente a tendência de o considerar um péssimo ano, um ano terrível, cheio de tragédias tamanhas e mortes em barda. Já no ano passado tinha, de certa forma, reparado no surgimento, ainda que ténue, dessa tendência. Onde? No Livro das Caras, pois claro. Esse grande Muro das Lamentações, à beira do qual se ateiam várias Fogueiras de Vaidades e onde o RIPanço se espalha qual vírus. Tudo isto é viral, tudo isto é rede social, para o bem e para o mal.

Revejo-me pouco nestas redes sociais e respectivas tendências, especialmente quando são regurgitadas de forma histérica e descontrolada. Todavia, numa coisa estou de acordo. 

2016 foi realmente um dos piores anos de sempre. No que a mim diz respeito. 2016 espancou-me, depois de me atropelar. O que não me mata, torna-me mais forte, é costume dizer-se. Pois, também como se costuma dizer, só o Tempo o dirá se assim é. O Tempo cura tudo. Dizem.

Desejo fortemente que este ano, e inerentes recordações e mazelas se afoguem no pântano do Tempo, de forma a que, daqui a algumas décadas, só as boas memórias, as recordações carinhosas, venham à tona e ali fiquem para devida contemplação e deleite. Tudo o resto, que se afogue no lodo mais escuro e peçonhento que houver disponível.

A mera operação matemática 2016+1=2017, não significa, só por si, e infelizmente, grandes mudanças. Mais do mesmo decerto. Mas também mais vontade de me esforçar por mudar. Se não o Mundo, se não as pessoas, Eu próprio.

2017

Já agora, despacho este também!
2016: que o diabo te leve. 2017: viva 2018!

É Natal...

...trálálá.

Chegou, portanto, o momento de mais um post derrogatório relativo à quadra. Mas, este ano, não tenho paciência. É Natal, trálálá! As renas cagam no estábulo. O Pai Natal tira macacos do nariz. Os duendes estão atrás do barracão a fumar droga. Hurra! Done. Next.

Issues

You seem to have major malfunction issues
But it's too late, too late now, or so it seems
The wheels were set in motion a long time ago, while you were looking away
Nothing more to do now than bear the brunt of it
Keep a stiff upper lip and deal with it
Disguise and pretend,
With smiling teeth,  it'll be ok...
Not that there's someone paying attention anyway

Gunther Dünn

o molde é o mesmo

Baby S

Simone ao colo ainda em convalescença. Não me deixa pôr os videos em pausa...sempre que o faço insta-me veementemente à maneira dela, a voltar a pô-los a tocar. Abana a cabeça e bate palmas. Olha para o cabelo do tio Dave e Cia e puxa pelo meu...deve ser para ver se cresce...

suck on that

Aceitação

1 a 30 de Novembro de 2016

Carta da Lontra
As palavras-chave para este mês são: sensualidade; fusão; família; brincadeira
Deixe de querer controlar tudo – renda-se.
Então acha que está no controle da situação, não é? ... Bem, isso é algo que todos têm tendência para pensar, a maior parte do tempo.
Este esforço para manter o controle, é mais frequente, com base no medo, condicionado e nascido de muitas experiências onde testemunharam outros que estavam fora de controle.
Foi assustador, perigoso, e talvez mesmo um tesouro na vida, pode ter a certeza de que agora não há mais perigo e que está segura(o). Pode deixar de controlar de forma segura.
Deixar de lado o controle não significa desistir, nem baixar os braços derrotada(o). Em vez disso, render-se significa libertar quaisquer tentativas de forçar a acção e o coração, e aceitar a direcção do Espírito. Na aceitação, a sua vontade torna-se a Vontade do Espírito, e a vida flui muito mais facilmente, para si e através de si.

It's Probably Me

If the night turned cold and the stars looked down

And you hug yourself on the cold cold ground

You wake the morning in a stranger's coat

No one would you see

You ask yourself, who'd watch for me

My only friend, who could it be

It's hard to say it

I hate to say it, but it's probably me

When your belly's empty and the hunger's so real

And you're too proud to beg and too dumb to steal

You search the city for your only friend

No one would you see

Ask yourself, who'd watch for me

A solitary voice to speak out and set me free

I hate to say it

I hate to say it, but it's probably me

You're not the easiest person I ever got to know

And it's hard for us both to let our feelings show

Some would say I should let you go your way

You'll only make me cry

But if there's one guy, just one guy

Who'd lay down his life for you and die

I hate to say it

I hate to say it, but it's probably me

When the world's gone crazy and it makes no sense

There's only one voice that comes to your defense

And the jury's out and your eyes search the room

And one friendly face is all you need to see

If there's one guy, just one guy

Who'd lay down his life for you and die

I hate to say it

I hate to say it, but it's probably me

British Lion

British Lion

extravagâncias da meia idade...

Forever Failure

You must feel frustration 

Cause your mind feels such temptation 

And your ways appear a total lack of faith 

 You may feel elation 

At your body's re-creation 

And that joy you need, restricted by one thought 

Are you forever loss of purpose in a passive life 

Are you forever pale, regarded as a waste of time 

High times are courageous 

But in truth they suit no purpose 

Induced, reduced, unable and afraid 

 Can you feel rejection 

And a lack of motivation 

And the joy you need restricted and delayed

Kamelot

trivial things that make you happy

When life is crooked, it helps to list all that is well and fine and happy...

1. Reading a good book and getting lost within it.
2. A hug from my daughters
3. Playing and laughing with them
4. Driving while listening to THAT song.
5. Feeling a special connection, a click, with a particular song or lyric.
6. That time of night when everyone is sleeping and i have all the time to myself.
7. The feeling of duty accomplished.
8. Getting things done, overcoming obstacles.

Gunther Dünn

Tomorrow Never Comes

I've been climbing my way through the sky

Searching for answers that I'll never find

Losing my breath as I fall

Learning to fly, letting go of it all

Learning to fly, letting go of it all

I've been trying to open my eyes

Take it all in as the world passes by

Getting lost in the twists and the turns

Finding these questions inside me still burn

Finding these questions inside me still burn

I'm gonna live like tomorrow never comes

There's no end in sight, tonight we black out the sun

Better hold on tight, before you know it's gone

And live like tomorrow never comes

I keep looking for some kind of sign

Trying to hold on in this race against time

I can't say where the next bend might be

That is the beauty in life's mystery

That is the beauty in life's mystery

I'm gonna live like tomorrow never comes

There's no end in sight, tonight we black out the sun

Better hold on tight, before you know it's gone

And live like tomorrow never comes

There's no end in sight, for tonight we black out the sun

.

Those who can't do, teach.
Those who can't talk, shut the hell up.

Conquer or Die!

The mood for these days... 

The Flood

While we run from it sharks roam the shoreline...

Y

Summer's End

Bandalheira!