I know, I know for sure

That life is beautiful around the world!
I know, I know it’s you! You say hello and then I say I do!

A song inspired by the amazing places around the world where the band played and by the ladies they met at those places.

Feels like a time travel to 1999/2000.. when I was only able to sing ding dang dong dong ding dang dong dong ding dang (such a little human being).

I wish to travel the world.. Lets make it, you say hello and I say I do!

ps – Mother Russia do not suffer, ‘Cause we’re rockin Ohio!


Brainworms, 9


When she was just a girl, she expected the world
But it flew away from her reach, so she ran away in her sleep


A para-para-paradise is a endless beach in the early fall at somewhere unknown in the coast of Portugal.

“Why should I be afraid if I am at the paradise?” asks me an old lady concerning the worries of her old man that she might drown while bathing at the sea.
And I am asking back:

Why be afraid if know the way to

inspired by the song Paradise sung by Coldplay
My beach is my para-para-paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-ooh oh-oh-oh


Declaration of love

Vows of love for life:

There’s another world inside of me that you may never see and there’s secrets in life that maybe can’t be fight. But somewhere in this darkness, I know there’s a light that I hope we can find. It may be far away, or maybe we are just blind.

But all I need is you to hold when I’m here, to right me when I’m wrong, to hold me when I’m scared, to search me when I’m gone and to love me when I don’t. Because everything I am, and everything in me, wants to be the one you wanted me to be.




Esta noite sou dona do céu

Wanna know one very famous portuguese song – ironically – an original written and sung by a singer that a portuguese would probably say to you that the singer is an horrible singer? And that he speaks  instead of sings?

So go ahead and proceed to find more about Pedro Abrunhosa. A cherished proof that before a voice there’s a musician. He may not be a Pavarotti, but he is an unique musician.

It doesn’t matter what one could say to you. A fact is a fact, and the fact is that every portuguese knows this song, knows the lyrics and may get into tears out of nothing.

Try it! “Hmmmmm esse odor traz tanta saudade, mata-me de amor, dá-me liberdade, deixa-me voar, cantar e adormecer…”. – When the song gets into this moment you have lost! You are possessed by the song! You can’t run away anymore, too late!

After is on repeat over and over again hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm esse odor! And then again hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm esse odor!

And then you go song after song, unlocking the old you forever imprinted in the songs:

“This song is dedicated to everyone that loves. Because the one who loves, is afraid of lose. All together”: E uma asa voa a cada beijo teu. Esta noite sou dona do céu, e eu não sei quem te perdeu. E eu não sei quem te perdeu.”



Into My Arms, Oh Lord

Nick is singing the gate for transcendence. Because there is more than an ordinary sequence of days and the mental realities that lock us in a very mundane sequence of thoughts and feelings, when beyond there is a galaxy of reality, with or without a Lord, at least something that is bigger than an ego, than a mind.

All of this because he added Oh Lord to Into My Arms. If there is a Lord or not is irrelevant for the discussion in my opinion. It’s the experience of self-transcendence that says the most. He has said about his writings that are “lifelines thrown into the galaxies by a drowning man”. A move from inside to outside.  As far as I get, transcendence may only happen with/in introspection. It may be a tortuous path, but it sets more clearly the connection between what happens inside (your mind) and outside (all of the rest).

People need to live according to the mental configuration that can handle – being that letting God to take control, wait for science to decide in what to believe or not, or live randomly. I am just adding that a dose of introspection may support a life, in particular if drifting in the vastness of doubts and uncertainty, by making it more personal and faithful.

To clarify, I am not on drugs! This post is the combination of the song, with some alternative readings and other secret ingredients. All started because Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds has just released a new album – Skeleton Tree – and you cannot escape to it since everybody is talking about it everywhere. And to add a word, much respect concerning the album!

I am not picking a line. Its the total that matters:

I don’t believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
And I don’t believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that’s true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
But I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candles burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms.

Ps – This it totally compatible with the advice from Vanessa da Mata e um banho de chuva!


Ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai aiaaaaai


– Vai aí Vanessa, nos diz… do que a gente precisa?

– É simples galera: Tomar um banho de chuva, um banho de chuva!


I’m burning through the skies

Two hundred degrees,
That’s why they call me Mister Fahrenheit,
I’m travelling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man of you!

This song is pure ecstasy.. it’s a blood sugar injection at the speed of light .. a collision of synapses on hold.. a superjump out of bed.. a dance of oh oh oh oh explode!

Hello September, bye bye August! September is my inner happy new year’s transition – just always happen to bring the magic!

Therefore, a month of celebration.

A bow for the 70’s of Freedy and happy new year!



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