Felicidade: ter medo da morte por [se] temer não ter tempo de fazer tudo o que se planeia fazer Augusto Jose Da Silva Brandao Correia I was once told that "happiness is to fear death, is fear of not having enough time to do all we want". At the time this seemed like another cliche… Continue reading Fear of Death or love of life?
Today I've decided to do some spring cleaning, and took EVERYTHING, out of my closet/shelves/whatever and cleaned it "undust" it and rearrange it. At some point I opened an old notebook....well over 10 years old, and to my astonishment I discovered an old English essay, and although I don't really have a date I reckon it is… Continue reading Old Essay
Ill keep this short, because I believe the vlog talks for itself, but I would also like to post some lyrics from a band that gives me a lot of strength in days like these. "Goodbye Forever" by Volbeat Did you say the thing you wanted? Have you ever felt in love? A moment… Continue reading A tribute to my father
Throughout the years I've played several of the Pokemon games (Blue, Silver, Sapphire, Soul Silver, Diamond, White, Black 2, Y and finally alpha Sapphire), and there is a small number of these critters that have been in my possession for the longest time, actually since 2003, and in my current game I managed to keep… Continue reading Nostalgia, Water, Hoenn, time
Ok! Third installment of my vlog! Hope you guys enjoy it! Tom Signing Off.
Long time ago, in my own timeline, there was a time in which I knew NOTHING about Star Wars - it's unbelievable but it's true. But that all changed around 1996 or 1997. The first time I came in contact with star wars it was when in Portugal the movies were once more on cinema,… Continue reading Star Wars – Episode Me
Scars of today remind me of the past Full of pain and sorrow A reminder of the skin A reflection of the scar still left in my soul which blood was never spilled which pain I repressed and ignored (Small poem I've made back in 2008)
We all wear them. Don't deny it, it's oh so true. I mean, we wear some many and so different ones that sometimes we don't what is true and what's fake. What triggers the creation of a mask? Is it fear of not being accpeted? is it fear of being teased? are we that good… Continue reading Masks
This post is being written in an almost cliche way, legs crossed, lights out, soft music bright screen, smoke and by a computer user (hey it's me with dark circles beneath his eyes).This is not an opinion, nor a cry for help, it's just a statement. I'm in a weird place, as usual, but this… Continue reading Midnight reflections
(I apologize or my English readers as this text\poem thingy is in Portuguese) Nada grita fim de semana como pequeno almoço fora, Nada exemplifica felicidade como sentar numa esplanada. Nada mais puro que o café amargo banhado pelo sol morno de uma manhã de setembro Refeições sem sossego Mesas sem equilíbrio Empregados sem maneiras Bolos… Continue reading Pequeno Almoco fora