Ralph Nader said

turn on to politics, or politics will turn on you

Lugar nostálgico este

Gosto de me sentar assim à janela, olhando o céu, aquecendo-me com o suave calor do sol de Outono. Espero o atrasado Inverno aqui, olhando o mar, sentindo-o a lutar com a escarpa que sustem cá em cima. Oiço, entre vagas e gaivotas, Miles Davis, a minha única companhia neste idílico cenário.

Irrompe-me pelas narinas o cheiro a maresia e alecrim da flora mediterranea, aquecem-me a alama na sua calma e previsibilidade, na sua confiança de que sempre lá estarão para me satisfazer.

Lugar nostálgico este.

Relembro com alegria os meus momentos de ouro, guardados e agarrados com as minhas prenes garras emocionais, com toda a força a tudo o que me é mais querido. Relembro.

Sorrio, fecho os olhos e oiço este paraiso, enquanto adormeço para não mais acordar.

damn

what the fuckin' hell is happening with me?!

yes, did it my way

Há quem viva para ser rico. Para foder. Para fugir. Para qualquer coisa.

e depois, há quem viva para viver. E quem não ouve isto e sente um arrepio na espinha ao compreender completamente o grande Frank, não merece nem de perto nem de longe o meu sincero respeito:

My Way - Frank Sinatra

And now, the end is near, and so I face, the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
I've lived, a life that's full, I've traveled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention.
I did, what I had to do, and saw it through, without exemption.
I planned, each charted course, each careful step, along the byway,
and more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off, more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up, and spit it out.
I faced it all, and I stood tall,
and did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried,
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing.
To think, I did all that, and may I say --- not in a shy way,
"Oh no, oh no not me,
I did it my way".

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things, he truly feels,
And not the words, of one who kneels.
The record shows, I took the blows ---
And did it my way!

I did it my way.