"On, on I go!--(open doors of time! open hospital doors!)"

Many things happening, concomitants and mind blowers.
I’m writing again. Professionally. An opera, with grant and legal obligations.
I’m fucking again. Dismissively. Some people, no bonds, no sleeping together, no next morning.
I’m improving again. Emotionally. A tiny person, with huge meaning and one of the best friendships of the world to offer.
I’m hurting again. Unreasonably. A silly, selfish pain, merged to my best and truthful wishes of happiness.
It’s an urge to find what I want, but still don’t know what it is. It’s an urge to find what I know, but is all over the way. It’s an urge to consume and burn myself to the ground in a passion, any passion, a person, a thing. It’s an urge to find a path, a place, a doing.
Things, many things, happening. And me, still full of urgings, with no drawer, no closet, no shoebox to keep them.
Me, happening inside, several times, urgent.

PS: The title is from a poem by Walt Whitman, Captain, my Captain, beloved poet, train out of the tracks, wandering boat like me, and a wonderful door kicker.

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Helpers´ Help

I´ve made this english version:

1 - To answer my friend Beat´s request and;
2 - I´ll HAVE to write tons of English words during this year, on my CAE´s splendid grade behalf.

So feel free to proofread every post and suggest words, idioms, sayings, collocations, phrasal verbs, whatever, to help me with the Bard´s language.

Vanitas, vanitas...

I work in an environment where people are very oriented to their own navels. I’m, included, of course; I’m trying to improve. I am blaming the environment, a bonfire of vanities, but I’m also blaming the World, which is degraded in what concerns to human relations. Surely, in other working places than mine, the friendships´ maintenance is crippled either.


Excuses:

1 - I just have no time;
2 - Just got in a relationship;
3 - Just got out of a relationship;
4 - I AM in a relationship;
5 - Dude, lost your mind, who said I’m not around?;
6 - I dreamt about you, was planning to call you, but I forgot!;
7 - Can I call you later?;
8 - Have I promised to call you? Sorry, missed!;
9 - I’m never at home! I saw the 16 missed calls on my mobile, but if was important, you should have left a message;

And, my favorite one:

10 - Hi, babe, how are you? Sweetie, I’ve to tell you! I, I, I, I, I, I! Me, mine! Me, myself, me again! With me, to me, for me, ME!


And is universally known, that Myself is huuuuuuuuuuuugely important than everybody else self. That’s how we keep losing the most relevant and magical about bonding: to give, not caring about this bullshit of adults modern’s life which is to get something back always.

Stupitidy blankets it all

A girlfriend just rang to say that I’ve newsflashed this blog without sending the URL address... I’m the proudest proud person on Computerland, proud of my intimacy with software and hardware and gadgets, just forgot the plain simpler, the heart of it: information. Which without, we would probably still handling with sticks and rocks, wearing furs for clothes (sic) and dragging our women around by the hair! Well, maybe, women, hair, not bad...

Life is a hole...

I’m stuck on some place that I don’t even know where... A funny thought crosses, only a year ago, this humble writer use to have a social "persona" fully defined. It’s over. No more. Finito. This, in other hand, opens zillions of possibilities. Re-Definition. Re-Invention. Redemption. Almost Madonna! That’s the great advantage of being misplaced, anywhere is a place. New motto: here-now (big fat lie...) Then, let’s try it.

PS: Speaking of the Devil, blimey, Madonna!

Boys and girls, I gave it up!

I gave up to the fact that my first publisher will be me, necessarily. So... This is my first blog! I´m not quite sure what will gonna come up, but anyway, here it is, properly introduced: Seven Fates is in the web!