by The Wanderer, on January 29th, 2009  A couple of millenniums ago the world was anxiously waiting for Jesus, The Savior. A couple of weeks ago, USA were expecting anxiously for Barack, The Savior. Poor him!
Let’s start from the beginning, the way I like it to start from. North-Americans are crazy and they’re getting worse day after day. One of the big reasons for their great expectations before last presidential elections was related to the color of the candidate’s skin. In Europe, we’re decades away from that issue and no longer waste much time with this type of polychromatic issues. In USA people vote on a black person just to test a theory about skin color, either that is “black people is less gifted than white ones” or “skills of black and white people are very much alike”.
To be or not to be black is a relevant issue in USA and Mr. Obama is black. Mr. Obama is black because he wears a black skin but above all because he presented himself to elections as a black candidate. He wants to be somewhat linked to Mr. Martin Luther King who, one day, had a dream. And Mr. Obama said, in his “coronation” speech that the dream of Mr. King came through. Mr. Obama said in his distempered coronation speech that the men and women who couldn’t even enter a restaurant in USA decades ago, can nowadays be candidates to and become president of the nation who gave to the new-modern ism “apartheid” an exquisite cinematographic touch with things like KKK and War Between The States.
The new savior of the North-American nation is on the road. What a hell of a load he has to carry on for at least four years. Jesus Christ was not able to handle such a weight: he died when he was 33 (or so) like any other outlaw man used to die by that time, when arrested by authorities, and he saved mankind from nothing. If Jesus was the so called son of God and died like a common criminal, what is going to happen with Mr. Obama? Is there any chance of soon or later we will be informed that he is also another son of God but, this time, black version? Or there will be any kind of reprise of John F Kennedy assassination?
Mr. Obama has a good speech fluency and a very attractive presence. He has really adopted a posture of a man of State, which has given him some (at least apparent) credibility. People all over the world do believe that the times are a changing and Mr. Obama will lead the change. People around the world do believe that Mr. Obama is the new-savior and this time the world will not be deceived by any ordinary Pontius Pilate and nobody will terminate the many and deep hopes of world’s population by hanging from an ordinary wood cross this new character of modern History, the Jesus In Black.
Guantánamo, the Guantanamo Bay detention camp, is the name of a new American soap opera. The prison about what nobody knew anything, but about what now everybody seems to know everything, was priority number one of Mr. Obama: the order to shut it down was signed in the day after coronation. Now what? How long will it take to give a destination to all those murder (or not) residents? Will they be transferred to 5-stars jails somewhere in Europe or to junkie jails even worse than Guantanamo somewhere in the middle of nowhere? Does it matter? Of course not. The relevant part of this was the image projected by Mr. Obama and the reaction to it: muslim world is now giving the benefit of doubt to Jesus In Black. Meanwhile they stop driving planes against skyscrapers in USA…
Withdraw American troops from Iraq? A mistake, I should say. I have no respect at all for muslim world (but that can be a topic for another post in here) and I was for the invasion of Iraq by international allied troops, a good decision taken by the politically passed away Mr. Bush. However, this was another political move of Mr. Obama to get elected. Americans shouldn’t complaint about troops suffering abroad in wars they should not be involved in. USA owns a huge army built on men and women who freely took the decision to become warriors cause they are free to choose the military carrier like any other person is free to choose to be a cook, a doctor or a hotdog maker… Anyhow, the result is another very much American maneuver: withdraw from Iraq, move to Afghanistan! Guys, American leaders need to keep those thousands of marines full time under stress before they get out of quarters and break everything all around just to kill the tedium they would suffer if no war was going on. Besides, how could be possible to feed and improve the huge American military industry if no wars exist?
Mr. Obama will save the world from… what? The best way to not be submerged by problems it is not to create them, therefore I will turn this question just to a rhetorical one. I have no idea what Mr. Obama will save us from and I have no intention to make any investigation about it. For Europeans it is comfortable and inexpensive to let Americans be self-convinced of their role as world guardians. It will be very profitable as well to let Mr. Obama keep convinced he is the new son of God, the black version of Jesus, The Christ, the savior, the new order, the hope in black, the dream came through, the modern version of Mr. Abraham Lincoln , the password to access the world wide crisis’ solution, bla bla bla, bla bla bla… Mr. Obama, the man, is not a man, he was turned to a superman. At least many people in the world needs to see him like so.
May the gods be with Mr. Obama cause I am pretty sure he’s going to need some divine help…
by The Wanderer, on January 24th, 2009 Today this blog has been upgraded to version 2.7 of WordPress. It has also been transferred to a new web hosting provider, BlueHost.com, and is now running on PHP5, finally… Please, report here any eventual bug. Thanks!
by The Wanderer, on December 4th, 2008 One’s life, no matter who we are talking about, is always plenty of ghosts. A human’s brain is such a complex device very much able to create things which may go from the worst to the best (just like North-Americans). There we are again handling one more huge ghost, this time simply called “Crisis”.
If on one hand the fragile North-American economy can be taken as the main (exclusive?) responsible for the actual very unstable world economy, on the other hand, millions of people all over the world are talking, developing self-protection actions and getting afraid of something they really don’t know much about or, sometimes, know nothing about at all. This is the ghost we are currently living with. The unknown usually scares normal people and generates what we call “monkeys in the attic”.
The crisis is real. Huge corporations are close to bankruptcy, other are requesting to their governments financial support, thousands of people have been fired and, finally, we are getting into that situation nobody wanted to get into: banks are no longer trustable! Yes, how can an institution to what we grant total confidence to manage our money, money that very often is very hardly got, deceive us by showing all that fragility and, because of that, putting in danger our life’s savings?
The announced solution for the crisis seems to become soon a great pain in our ass. Those white-collar guys, the company managers, the CEOs, the financial consultants and so on, spend their time playing Monopoly (game), they play with our lives by buying and selling whatever and whenever they want – while getting from there great fun and big money – and when things go bad they just get away and leave us the onus of paying their fun? Do we really have to pay for their lack of skills or honesty to win the game? We do, guys, we really do! That’s it, people, when a government becomes a company savior by injecting capital (many hundred millions of Euros) to avoid bankruptcy they are using the result of taxes collection and like so the probability of new or higher coming taxes it is really big…
When things are already bad, there’s always something making it worse: human beings have imagination! And is precisely there where the ghost comes from. We hear the radio, we watch TV and we read newspapers, right? From there to the point where we let our imagination freely walking around is, in fact, a small step. We start imagining things:
- what if my company is that much financially fragile?
- what if they start here cost reduction?
- what if they fire me?
- what if unemployment grows that much and economy goes that down?
- what if a war comes up?
And many other “What if”… It is precisely here where the dangerous part of a crisis starts: the fear of the unknown! Consequently we start running action plans to protect ourselves and our families from the chaos, whatever that will be. We get our money out of the bank before this one goes on bankruptcy, we make sure we have supplies for some months, we stop shopping what we consider not of primary necessity (mainly the ones of high value), we start behaving different in our jobs because we fear to be laid-off… Making it short, we react to crisis exactly in the way which makes crisis even deeper: we hold or even stop economy by holding or stopping the “selling & buying” activity which is the basis for a live and healthy country’s economy. This “not to do list” sounds elementary, very rational but it looks like nothing or nobody can stop it or, at least, it’s not easy to stop it and there’s only one reason for that: we’re just humans! We own this fabulous ability of creating things which later on we’re not able to control! Isn’t that awesome? Yes, it is and nothing indicates that we will ever change.
I can’t end this post without a message of hope. It’s nice to talk about hope when we’re desperate, isn’t it? It’s even nicer when we’re fine and we’re suggesting to a poor guy close to the hell’s door to keep hope alive because hope is always the last passing away. Anyhow, we must believe we’ll overcome the crisis. Let’s start with our own crisis: clean up your attic by just killing all the monkeys you have let getting in there.
May the gods be with you or let them in peace case they’re working hard to put an end to the crisis.
by The Wanderer, on November 29th, 2008 There I am again pretending I’m a good English/Portuguese translator. This time it’s a female singer (again!), a love song (again!) and a story told in a way that could have been told by someone, somewhere else in the world.
The relevant part here is what this song is capable of doing to me: every time I hear it I feel a huuuge desire of… shouting! In my case it wouldn’t be for love, surely not, but for something that could be most likely close to “The Cry Of Ipiranga”. As a consequence, this story called my attention to the singer, Brandi Carlile, and to her work. Surprise of surprises, I found out then that the album “The Story”, off what the song is taken, is pretty much pleasantly “listenable” from the very beginning to the very last note. The following video gives you the acoustic version of this song in case you’re not very keen on appreciating a screaming style music and, being like so, acoustics (unplugged) brings you a kind of… light version (if I may say so).
In English
—
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I’ve been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don’t mean anything
When you’ve got no one to tell them to
It’s true… I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Oh because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do and I was made for you
You see the smile that’s on my mouth
It’s hiding the words that don’t come out
And all of my friends who think that I’m blessed
They don’t know my head is a mess
No, they don’t know who I really am
And they don’t know what I’ve been through like you do
And I was made for you.
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I’ve been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don’t mean anything
When you’ve got no one to tell them to
It’s true… I was made for you
Ohh yea it’s true… That I was made for you
Em Português
—
Todas estas rugas na minha face
Contam-te a história de quem eu sou
Tantas histórias por onde tenho andado
E como cheguei onde estou.
Mas estas histórias não valem nada
Se não tiveres a quem as contar
É verdade… Fui feita para ti.
Escalei os cumes das montanhas
Nadei por todo o azul do oceano
Ultrapassei todas as barreiras e quebrei todas as regras
Mas quebrei-as todas por ti
Porque mesmo quando estava arruinada
Fizeste sentir-me como se fosse um milhão de dólares
Sim, fazes, e eu fui feita para ti.
Vês este sorriso nos meus lábios
Que esconde as palavras que não me saiem
E todos os meus amigos que me julgam abençoada
Nem reparam na confusão que me vai na cabeça.
Não, eles não sabem quem eu realmente sou
Nem sabem, como tu sabes, pelo que já passei
E eu fui feita para ti.
Todas estas rugas na minha face
Contam-te a história de quem eu sou
Tantas histórias por onde tenho andado
E como cheguei onde estou
Mas estas histórias não valem nada
Se não tiveres a quem as contar
É verdade… Fui feita para ti
Oh sim, é verdade… Que fui feita para ti.
May the gods be with you…
by The Wanderer, on October 22nd, 2008 Today it’s happening, tomorrow will be another day. I woke up this morning with a good feeling for the running day but up to now I was not able to figure out why. As a matter of fact nothing has changed in my life but I felt I could see life, at least for today, in a “half full glass” manner instead of my usual and typical “half empty glass” life perspective.
October twenty second it’s a fine day for rhetorical considerations about (my) life. Why? I’ve no idea, I’ve just decided that it should be like so. I haven’t been nominated for a Nobel Prize, I haven’t been promoted in my job, I haven’t started any kind of campaign for any kind of presidency, I haven’t been taken as charmy as Richard Gere (what the hell the guy has that I have not, damn it?) and I still am far, far away from buying a black painted “BMW 7 series”, the car of my dreams. Even so, I see the glass half full and that is great, isn’t it? Yes, it is.
What about you? How do you see the glass today? How do you see the glass usually? Hard to define? Then have a look at what Babylon (program) says:
Is the glass half empty or half full? is a common expression, used rhetorically to indicate that a particular situation could be a cause for:
- optimism (half full),
- pessimism (half empty),
- realism (“that depends on whether you are pouring or drinking”),
- functionalism (twice as large as it needs to be),
- logical (the other half is filled with air),
- cynical (it will be broken soon enough anyways, so who cares?),
- pathological (water causes drowning),
- phrenological (a bump on the head by the glass would cause a bump in the skull)
- general litmus test to simply determine if an individual is an optimist or a pessimist.
The purpose of the question is to demonstrate that the situation may be seen in different ways depending on one’s point of view and that there may be opportunity in the situation as well as trouble.
Of course, we’re not speaking about the contents of the glass because that would introduce here an additional variable which would turn this analysis much more complex, indeed. In fact, I guess that it would be very different to see life on a “half full glass of Bushmills Black Bush” or on a “half full glass of cod-liver oil” perspective.
May the gods be with you, whether is full or part-time…
by The Wanderer, on October 8th, 2008 After I wrote my post about a Jewel’s song (see it here), I got a comment, off the record, from an old soul with the intention of complimenting me for my good effort of translating, from English to Portuguese, the lyrics of “Foolish Games”. I am talking in this case, about a song which sounded to her, the above mentioned old soul, in a specific way before lyrics translation (good!) and sounds now, after translation, in a very much different way (bad, very bad!).
This is music, guys, this is music to my ears. I always said that, for more than 80% of the songs sounding everyday throughout this real world, voice and lyrics are nothing more than just the sound’s extension of the song. Who really cares about lyrics when the used language it’s a foreign one? Can an English speaking person understand what is said in a Giuseppe Verdi’s opera? Can a Chinese teenager understand what is said by the Tokio Hotel’s singer, mainly if he sings in his native language? What about the Portuguese teenagers who know by heart all song’s lyrics of their favorite British band without having a minimum clue of what they mean ?
In my opinion, most of the times lyrics are there just because voice is there. And most of the times, voice is there just because it works well as a complementary decorative detail of the music. We would turn to very unhappy people if we would care about lyrics’ meaning of every of our favourite songs. It would become very unpleasant for us to be listening to a good musical piece of art if we were under the big stress of properly translating a couple of phrases in a foreign language which are sometimes quite imperceptible because they get mixed up with the music itself.
Nevertheless, the old soul I’ve mentioned some paragraphs before has suggested I could keep doing this interesting work of presenting here some lyrics of good songs translated to Portuguese. “Miss Sarajevo” it’s a good song for me in all senses but the translation here below has only a touch of mine here and there (Brazilian original). Why is this song good for me? Because I’m an U2’s fan. Because its music sounds very well to me and makes me feel good. Because I do love that Pavarotti’s touch. Because I love its lyrics. Because Bosnian War happened and it’s not to be forgotten. Because I wonder how many songs for humanitarian intervention reach their goal and how much time lasts its effect, if any.
Here comes the “famous” lyrics and the video with subtitles in Portuguese (Brazil). Enjoy it.
In English & Italian
—
[Bono]
Is there a time for keeping your distance
A time to turn your eyes away.
Is there a time for keeping your head down
For getting on with your day.
Is there a time for kohl and lipstick
A time for cutting hair
Is there a time for high street shopping
To find the right dress to wear.
Here she comes, heads turn around
Here she comes, to take her crown.
Is there a time to run for cover
A time for kiss and tell.
Is there a time for different colours
Different names you find it hard to spell.
Is there a time for first communion
A time for East 17
Is there a time to turn to Mecca
Is there time to be a beauty queen.
Here she comes, beauty plays the clown
Here she comes, surreal in her crown.
[Pavarotti]
Dici che il fiume trova la via al mare
E come il fiume giungerai a me
Oltre i confini e le terre assetate
Dici che come fiume
Come fiume…
L’amore giunger
l’amore…
E non so più pregare
E nell’amore non so più sperare
E quell’amore non so più aspettare.
[Bono]
Is there a time for tying ribbons
A time for Christmas trees.
Is there a time for laying tables
And the night is set to freeze.
Em Português
—
[Bono]
Existe um tempo para manter a distância
Um tempo para inverter o seu olhar.
Existe um tempo para baixar a cabeça
Para ir em frente com o seu dia.
Existe um tempo para usar kohl e batom
Um tempo para cortar o cabelo
Existe um tempo para compras na avenida
Para encontrar o vestido certo para se usar.
Lá vem ela, os olhares convergem
Lá vem ela, para receber a coroa.
Existe um tempo para correr para os abrigos
Um tempo para beijos e confissões.
Existe um tempo para cores diferentes
Nomes diferentes, você sente dificuldade em soletrá-los.
Existe um tempo para a primeira comunhão
Um tempo para o East 17
Existe um tempo para virar para Meca
Existe um tempo para ser uma bela rainha.
Lá vem ela, a beldade a fazer género
Lá vem ela, surreal em sua coroa.
[Pavarotti]
Você diz que o rio encontra o seu caminho para o mar
E tal como o rio você virá para mim
Além das fronteiras e dos desertos
Você diz que como o rio
Semelhante ao rio
O amor virá
Amor…
E eu não consigo mais rezar de forma alguma
E eu não consigo mais acreditar no amor de forma alguma
E eu não consigo mais esperar pelo amor de forma alguma.
[Bono]
Existe um tempo para usar fitas de amarrar cabelo
Um tempo para árvores de Natal
Existe um tempo para arrumar a mesa
Quando a noite está bastante fria.
By the way, when I listen to this song I usually increase the volume of my amplifier. You know, the louder you ear it the better the sound penetrates in your soul through your body.
May the gods be with all Estearn European countries…
by The Wanderer, on October 8th, 2008 Today this blog has been upgraded from version 2.5.1 to 2.6.2. This upgrade just brings some minor improvements to writers and readers.
In the next couple of days some little malfunctions may arise until upgrade is totally achieved. Enjoy this blog !!
by The Wanderer, on October 2nd, 2008 … or “when stepping forward it’s much less painful than stepping backward”! Depressing? Probably. Giving up? It may occur sometimes, I should say it, but time (as much as weather(1)), will be a good adviser…
“Orgizmo” stands for “Organizational gizmo” and it is an abbreviation just created by me to express a specific state of one’s professional life. What does orgizmo mean and how to recognize we have been converted to an organizational gizmo? First of all, this concept, referring to how a person might get classified within a specific corporation, must be classified as corporative comics and might be considered similar to another one which I am not really able to explain: organizational moss(2). Secondally, gizmo is taken here as something accountable but not customized or individualized.
Is it clear now? Not yet? No need for worries, this post hasn’t finished yet. I promise that, by the time I will be writing my usual, peculiar and pagan phrase “may the gods be with you”, you’ll be able to recognize if you’ve already achieved that state which is quite comparable to the one when you turn to be a decorative plant. Let’s assume, for this purpose, you really want to know who you are, where you are and where you want to go to. Let’s assume as well that you don’t work for that much time for the same company(3). However, if you’re one of those unfortunate people working for the same company for too long, I suggest you don’t get desperate yet because time it’s not the only condition to become an orgizmo.
How do you feel in your company? What’s the very first thought crossing your mind right after you wake up on the screechy sound of your alarm clock telling you it’s time to get up, have a shower, dress up, have breakfast, brush your teeth, get into your car, drive out your garage, face the traffic (only here you get aware of how close you are to be compared to a zombie) at the same time you’re trying to keep both eyes open, ears capturing surrounding sounds and your brain desperately struggling to process all the information arriving on bunches at the speed of light in a vaccuum? Feeling good? No? Feeling like getting out of a nightmare and very close to getting sunk in another one? If your answer is yes, that’s bad, I mean, that’s a real bad start!
How do you classify your working place? “Dark and wet” it’s what comes up to your mind every time you think about it? Feeling discomfort? Is it comparable to a LEGO assembly in what none of the pieces fit to each other? Hummm… Feeling like have taken the wrong bus? Waiting desperately for 5 o’clock pm? Oh Gosh!! Although an affirmative answer to all these questions might be a bad sign, it may also happen that all these together may not be a sign of a gizmo ache but only a sign of a wrong decision when you decided to accept the job you still have nowadays or when you decided, a couple of years ago, not looking for another job in due time.
Before we step forward, if you’re one of those dreamers thinking that it’s possible to work for fun, I tell you: get out of here! People work because nobody can survive without “king” money and ordinary people get it by selling their own abilities or, by other words, their own physical and/or mental availability for realizing something. Some of us are able to join necessity to pleasure but that concept of pleasure by itself, when you’re talking about working for someone, it’s pure bullshit. We work for someone because we’re not able enough to work for ourselves and because there’s not on us that entrepreneur side which is mandatory to settle our own business. We keep working for the very same company for many different reasons but the most common one it’s related to a very common goal of human beings: comfort! Yep, changing sometimes hurt, sometimes makes us to get tired, sometimes shakes us up too much, very often much more than our mental or physical structure can handle.
Basically speaking, you may feel you became an orgizmo when one day you arrive in your company by morning and you feel you’re very well known and very much respected by everybody in that company, from the housekeeping lady to the company’s CEO, but at the same time you realize that your day of tomorrow in that company it won’t be much different of the today’s one. You’ll realize as well that it’s pretty much convenient for your company to keep you making part of its payroll if you’re a very much skilled professional and, because of that, you’re a nice number to be included in the company’s indicators. Good news are: you’re an ultra high performance worker! This might work well for enlarging your self-esteem if enlarging it it’s part of your life’s goals. Bad news are: you’re no more than just a number for the company’s indicators, you’re known and respected within your corporation but your co-workers no longer remember why! This might work well for degrading your professional welfare if becoming an orgizmo doesn’t fit to the idea you have about a well decorated professional life.
Few are the ones capable of recognizing they have achieved a vegetable state in their professional lives. The usual behavior of human beings, generally speaking, goes towards to a total lack of capability to recognize the state their lives are at. Many of us rather decide to assume some blindness, through what we intend to achieve some level of (apparent) security, instead of permanently paying attention to everything and everybody and actively contribute to a better world. For many of us, becoming an orgizmo it’s the ultimate state of a successful professional life and, therefore, nothing of negative for us may come from there. Are we right or wrong? Absolutely right if that is really an accomplished goal! Why should one behave like a revolutionary if that’s not part of his/her nature? Is a “9 to 5” worker a bad or an unhappy worker? Surely not if he/she was born to be it and struggled quite a lot to be good at it(4).
At this point of my post, we can see already that becoming an orgizmo is good for ones and bad for others. I would prefer not to have this feeling of greenness, wetness and smoothness but unfortunately I’m a quite good candidate to have it and I don’t feel good(5). For my own consolation, every time I look at the mirror and I see nothing more than a green stuff covering me totally from the top of my head to my toes(6), I think it could be worse if I were a “yes man” or a “9 to 5” worker which definitely I am not and I refuse to become.
As a matter of fact, becoming an orgizmo it’s a goal for many more people in the world than we think and for those very same that is seen as very much comparable to a successful orgasm (assuming that there are unsuccessful ones!). Many big corporations could not be what they are without converting each person to an orgizmo, or, by other words, to another tooth in the gear wheel or to another brick in the wall. For this reason, organizations invest quite a lot on methods to provide successful orgasms to their workers (assuming again that there are unsuccessful ones!) which forces to include in their annual budgets a quite nice amount of capital to have their workers humming and uttering that familiar “No! Oh! No… No… Oooh! No… Oooh ! Yeeeessss…”.
Have you got my point? I surely hope you did and… may the gods be with you.
_______
- In Portuguese language, both time and weather are expressed by the same word “tempo” fact that I use here as a pure wording game also because, as a matter of fact, the weather, likewise time, may have a big impact in humans behavior.
- Created by another specialist in organizational comics, former worker of the corporation I’m working for, this expression have made me sunk into unsurpassable doubts about its feasibility when I read the definition for moss: “Mosses are found chiefly in areas of dampness and low light. Mosses are common in wooded areas and at the edges of streams. Mosses are also found in cracks between paving stones in damp city streets. Some types have adapted to urban conditions and are found only in cities…”.
- Working for the same company for more than 5 to 6 years should be taken as a mistake you should try to avoid if you’re starting your career.
- Just to clarify that being a “9 to 5” worker and becoming orgizmo are totally different matters.
- This expression looked like being grammatically wrong but I can’t forget that “I feel good…” from the song by James Brown, 1965 which made me use it. Anyhow, after some googling and for my surprise, “I feel good” seems to be correct English.
- Although not being favorable to the use of the designation “organizational moss” I’ve decided to color orgizmo likewise: moss green!
by The Wanderer, on September 11th, 2008 One bottle of good Portuguese wine, “vinho verde”, white line, one portion of “codfish handjob”, one portion of pork tripes, much of (great) Portuguese bread and olives and there we were, ready for another evening of caustic soda production. Talking was flowing the better the bigger was the amount of consumed alcohol. It is like so every time we go for a relaxing evening, mainly after days of stressy labor, no matter if cerebral or physical or, else, after some day of frustrating going around and around nothing. A “nothing” not really interesting enough to be described here or anywhere else, therefore good enough to make us go for an evening in a “tasco” of our preference…
After all, coffee came up as the drink deserving to be part of our existence of Portuguese beings but once again Jameson, the Irish whisky, came up to our minds as one of the favorites or maybe just one of the most available. After Jameson, divorced women and that little bar, which is already part of my imaginary, have completed the picture formed in the mind of those two male souls who were really looking for something without knowing exactly what and what for. That is exactly the state of mind or state of spirit very much adequate for having one Jameson, or two, and let the thoughts flow on a “roaming, free the speech” style.
This time we talked, among many other silly things, about some acquaintances of ours and about how much we could or should classify them as friends, best friends or just… acquaintances! All of a sudden I came up with an interesting thought: “Friendship? Yes, if that implies sharing”. No sharing? No friendship! Friendship without sharing? Bullshit…
Blessed are the evenings in the favorite “tascos” of our lives because they worth much more than some proclaimed friendships expensively supplied by poor spirits tormented by the vulgarity of a vulgar life.
May the gods be with… me!
by The Wanderer, on September 9th, 2008 Three reasons made me writing this post: I feel depressed, Jewel Kilcher is gorgeous, this song depresses me even more and I always had this strong will of translating a song from English to Portuguese. Case you haven’t noticed, I’ve announced three reasons but I gave you four. Case you feel much angry with that, just throw one of them away. In any case, once again this post it’s one of the many pieces of me.
In English
—
You took your coat off and stood in the rain,
You’re always crazy like that.
And I watched from my window,
Always felt I was outside looking in on you.
You’re always the mysterious one with
Dark eyes and careless hair,
You were fashionably sensitive
But too cool to care.
You stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
Besides some comment on the weather.
Well in case you failed to notice,
In case you failed to see,
This is my heart bleeding before you,
This is me down on my knees, and…
These foolish games are tearing me apart,
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.
You’re breaking my heart.
You’re always brilliant in the morning,
Smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee.
Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you.
You loved Mozart and you’d speak of your loved ones
As I clumsily strummed my guitar.
Well, excuse me,
Guess I’ve mistaken you for somebody else,
Somebody who gave a damn,
Somebody more like myself.
These foolish games are tearing me apart,
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.
You’re breaking my heart.
You took your coat off,
Stood in the rain,
You’re always crazy like that.
Em Português
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Tiraste o teu casaco e paraste no meio da chuva
Sempre foste louco desse jeito.
Eu assistia da minha janela,
Sempre me senti lá fora olhando por ti.
Sempre foste do tipo misterioso, com
Olhos negros e cabelo despenteado,
Eras modernamente sensível
Mas demasiado frio para te preocupares.
Paraste à minha porta, com nada para dizer
Excepto alguns comentários sobre o tempo.
Bom, caso não tenhas percebido,
Caso não tenhas visto,
Este é meu coração sangrando diante de ti,
Esta sou eu de joelhos, e…
Estes jogos tolos estão-me despedaçando,
E as tuas palavras impensadas estão a magoar-me.
Tu estás a magoar-me.
Sempre foste brilhante pela manhã,
Fumando teus cigarros e falando durante o café.
Filosofavas sobre arte, o Barroco mexia contigo.
Adoravas Mozart e falavas sobre quem tu gostas
Enquanto eu desajeitadamente tocava a minha guitarra.
Mas, peço desculpa,
Acho que te confundi com outra pessoa,
Alguém que se importava,
Alguém mais parecido comigo.
Estes jogos tolos estão-me despedaçando,
E as tuas palavras impensadas estão a magoar-me.
Tu estás a magoar-me.
Tiraste o teu casaco,
Paraste no meio da chuva,
Sempre foste louco desse jeito.
May the gods be with Jewel…
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