Aborto non...

Ja viron imaige mais horrible qu'esta? En Janeiro tems qu'ir deitar p'lo non no referend! É horrible ver imaiges chocauntes com' estas a passarense no nosso país.
S'isto for nun von d'escada, ou na clinica do Dr. Pinto dos Santos, inda va-que-non-va, nun hospital de Vigo, tá ben (non se vè), mas no S. Joon é un caso de CSI...
E òspois como só von votar meiaduzia de camelos, o ref é pra cagar...

50 cent

Damned, someone got fuckin' Euro coins?
What's that? Cream? Crême Fraiche? Or is it smegma? No, don't think so! Kind o' weird, ain't it? People try to make us think of things that don't exist, don't happen.
It's all fantasies you make up in ya mind, tell ya, it is! Ain't it?

As coisas que s'encontron em Gaia

P'la Av. Republica abaix vi este lindo bus c'una publicidade digams que anestesiant...só funcemina entr' os 80 e os 100 pr'atingir os pontos G... Amanhan como vou ò Cort'Ingles, vou ver s'arranjo este lubrificant pra ver s'é anestesiant... Teinho é qu'arranjar sítio pró polo, e com'é que vou saber s'é anestesiant?
Ora ben, un gaijo pregunta, non é?

Quitting up drinking

I think I do not need to add any shit to this cartoon, do I?

Ants do Ano acabar...

Aqui tends una phote da mulher arainha (spider woman), mas esta é una amiga minha, c'un texto do meu amigo Mike pra voces pensaren:










Two great European narcotics,
Alcohol and Christianity,
I know which one I prefer
We never went to church,
Just get on with work
and sometimes things'll hurt,
But it's hit me since you left us,
And it's so hard not to search.
If you were still about,
I'd ask you what
I'm supposed to do now,
I just get grubbin' scared,
Every now,Hope I made you proud.
On your birthday when mom passed the forks and spoons,
I put my head on the table
I was so distraught with you,
You tidied your things into the bin,
The more poorly you grew,
So there's nothing of yours to hold or to talk to.
Put your hand up and interrupt the conversation with a, but...
People say I interrupt people with the same look.´
Sometimes I think so hard I can't remember how your face looked,
Started reading about dreams in your favourite book.
Panic and pace when I can't see the right thing to do.
You'd be scratching your head through the best advice you knew.
And I feel sad I can't hear you reciting it through,I miss you dad but I've got nothing to remind me of you
I needed a break when your book about dreams was taken,
I needed to pray or see a priest that day,
I needed to leave this trade and just heave it away.
But I cleaned up my place like you so I could see things straight.
I never cared about
God when life was sailin' in the calm,
So I said I'd get my head down and I'd deal with the ache in my heart,
And for that if God exists I'd reckon he'd pay me regard,
Mom says me and you are the same from the start.
I guess than you did leave me something to remind me of you,
Everytime I interrupt someone like you used to,
When I do something like you you'll be on my mind or through,
'Cause I forgot you left me behind to remind me of you.
But you you still tell me how you didn't know what to do even now,
And then I'm not so scared somehow,
'Cause I know that you'd be proud.
I got a good one for you dad,I'm gonna see a priest, a Rabbi and a Protestant clergyman,
You always said I should hedge my bets.

Luxembourg

Camaradas, Colegas, Leitores deste blog de merda,
vindo do Luchamburgo na semana passada tenho que dizere o seguinte:
Phosgase, qu'en cada esquina havia un café luso-fdp, era do bicafé ó do café camelo, era a casa do selebe, do fequepe e do sporting do luchamburgo...
Aton eu disse òs camaradas luchamburgueses: Teinhon cuidado c'os 80 mil pertugueses qu'aqui habiton, percaveivos, non bon els phodervos o país... É qu'estes gaijos já phoderon Pertugal, e agora vieron prà'qui pra phoderen o Luchamburgo, é polos p´la trela, pra els non fazeren merda, caraill...

Selebe

Infelizment o selebe, o maior club do univers, non conseguiu passar na CL, que chatiss...
Tou c'una tristeza imensa... (don't make me laugh!!!)
Às 7h00 vams tods tchorar en uníssono...E amanhan vams comprar un kit RuiCosta por 55 aérios, tá barat, agora c'o ordenado minimo vai prós 403 aérios...
C'os tals 350 milhoens de adeptos, no fin do ano von fazer un estad dentro do estad, e a 2ª circular vai ser via privada do selebe...

Son Rosas...

Son Rosas
e prosas
as rosas
tiramolhs as pétalas
ficon descobertas
dams amor
e dams louvor
e vems rosas
murtchar, mingar
amanhan vams regar
as rosas
e as prosas
e elas von desabrotchar
e a Prima Vera
vai tchegar

Est é mesm un daquels poems "pimbófilhadapuit", mas tá engraçad, ò non tá? E a phote, mas qu'a pétalas ton bonitas, parecen mais unas pítalas, ton à venda ò lado do cemitéri de Parainhos. Ò mens, a D. Marquelina disseme que tavo..., é que tavo p'rali unas caixas dos ossos e non sei qué, c'o aquelas petalas pinderads, ò people eu non precebo nada desta merd'...

Right, yeah...Some quotations of Oscar Wilde

Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.
Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.
Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.
Genius is born--not paid.
I always like to know everything about my new friends, and nothing about my old ones.
I think that God in creating Man somewhat overestimated his ability.
Most modern calendars mar the sweet simplicity of our lives by reminding us that each day that passes is the anniversary of some perfectly uninteresting event.
Music makes one feel so romantic - at least it always gets on one's nerves - which is the same thing nowadays.

Boas abertas...

Tems tid o Outone mais tchuivoso dos ultims 50 ans, isto dá que pensar... será o buraco del ozone? Seron as emissoens do escap dos autocarrs qu'ande ali da Batailha prós Carvailhos, que deito un fume do caraill?
Ò mens, amanhan vams ter boas abertas, assin nos prognostican os institus de meteo, ò de metela...
Pla phote está conform, boas abertas e céu nublad, mas c'o as tals abertas de vez en quand!

Seids noch beisammen?
Der Lugga Peter heiratet nächste Woch', und mir schaun a moi rein ob oies mit dem rechten zugeht!

Há muit temp...

Há muit temp que non há un que me mande sugestoens, ou que me diga algo pra eu por aqui no blog, isto non é só meu, é de tods vós se me visitardes... e vociferai pr'ái...
Dizei qu'eu digo merda, qu'eu non sei escrever, qu'eu poinho photos feias ou bonitas, qu'eu teinho un feitio ou qu'eu non teinho un feitio... Qu'eu só vos chateio, qu'eu vos alegro, qu'eu vos faço passar o tempo, mas non vos ponhais a olhar pra esta merda e non digais nada.
É, eu teinho que saber se devo continuar a fazer cybermerda, ou non!!!...
Esta merda non tcheira, é inodora!
Pronts, era só pra saber...
O Kagalhon inda é en Costacabral...

Schiller, Friedrich v.

Mit der Dummheit kämpfen Götter selbst vergebens.
With stupidity the gods themselves struggle in vain.

Scottish motto for a house

Be happy while y're leevin,
For y'er a lang time deid.

Sequentia

Tuba mirum spargens sonum
Per sepulcra reglonum,
Cognum omnes ante thronum,

Mors stupebit et natura,
Cum resurget creatura
Iudicanti responsura.

Liber scriptus proferetur,
In quo totum continetur
Unde mundus tudicetur.

Simonides

Painting is silent poetry, poetry is eloquent painting.

A quotation for you to think 'bout...from Günter Grass

Allein auf Rasputin wollte ich mich nicht verlassen, denn allzubald wurde mir klar, dass auf dieser Welt jedem Rasputin ein Goethe gegenübersteht, dass Rasputin Goethe oder der Goethe einen Rasputin nach sich zieht, sogar verschafft, wenn es sein muss, um ihn hinterher verurtelien zu können.
Only too soon it became clear to me that in this world of ours every Rasputin has his Goethe, that every Rasputin draws a Goethe or if you prefer every Goethe a Rasputin in his wake, or even makes one if need be, in order to be able to condemn him later on.
Günter Grass