dreary season

No men as angels, super heros, Roman imperators, Grecian gods, policemen, fake Jesus, rock stars, crossdressers (as White Snow, - my favorite one!), European princes or soccer players, nor the foreign tourists (even the dutch ones) can cheer up me.

All my plans were transferred, procrastinated… I runned a lot to do everything in a correct way and, now, I simply don't know what should I do. My mind, my thoughts, my will are not here yet. I’m just waiting my soul reach me back.
 
I can't do anything against it, apart from try to keep going ahead... in spite of being difficult, almost impossible react at this moment, right now! I've suffered quietly not to be boring for the others who don‘t deserve this sorrowful energy.

Astonished (in the worst term), I simply can’t pretend to be happy celebrating a festivity that I wouldn’t like to witness it! I'm sad, still aghast at so much bad luck, crookedness… I deplore this situation and just wish leave it behind.

My life wasn’t to be like this right now, but it is, though… terrified by pirates, robbers, rogues, swindlers, scoundrels, vagrants… ops! Are there costumes for these last? Well, firstly something derived from ‘rock’, then a jew next to a martial arts pretender boy, and finally an ogre. This is a freak show! - not a reason to be joyful, glad and light-hearted, unfortunately.

March waters

It rains more than enough and everything I want is staying at home, resting quite tranquil, recharging my batteries… That this have a good cry  (in Portuguese: lavem minha alma! - necessary). 

Thus, “São as águas de março fechando o verão, é promessa de vida no meu coração”.
(a classic verses of Tom Jobim through Elis' voice that represent this moment)

When will begin the next season, PLEASE? (I'm awaiting anxious!)  

orais

Big lips are sweeter. Good kisses. And also suck EVEN better - verified.

But not only that ... In addition of an agile tongue, are EVERYTHING!

(for women and men, I guess)

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Talking about that...

Exactly now, when I finally decided to bury the hatchet with germans, enjoying as never before their cinema, I couldn't forget to make reference to him: Moritz Bleibtreu.

He’s been called the “Deutsche Marlon Brando”, not only in reason of his wild beauty, but because he is enough versatile in his characters. I watched "Soul Kitchen" and realized that I really don't care if he is always acting like a baddie in movies... his mouth drives me crazy at all in real life, though. Oh, and his talent too, of course.

And I've been right here, just thinking about... Excited (by the possibilities).