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The best way to forget something bad in your life is erasing even the minimum details of the unwanted presence you still have in your mind. Those who once hurt you, will always do the same no matter what. Those who used you once, will always come back to try to use you a bit more. They dont care about you, they only care about them, even to ask you to lie to save their lives. Because they dont have principles, they dont know the meaning of anything good that, once, you did for them. You cannot love them, but also do not hate them. They dont deserve anything from you. There is a saying that everything happens for some reason. And even if you dont understand now, maybe some day you will. Dont worry. Life is short. Why care for what is not worth at all...?

Questions

Saint George's day 

and I feel miserable. 

Still with pneumonia. 

In the dark my hairs flow, 

Im surrounded by nothing: 

no words, no plans, no places. 

Am I me? 

Does this world really exist? 

Like a leaf in the wind Im taken 

to anywhere without my agreement. 

Past, present and future all-in-one view. 

I see all the beauty created by humans 

in a most perfect background: 

the beauty created by some great force 

that we cant and will never understand. 

I call this force God. 

And God cannot do anything 

about the beings in earth that are getting older. 

This is a nature law (created by Him). 

Accept the destiny, that we all will die anyway, 

it is not hard to understand. But understand that 

many of us will start dieing inside 

while there is life outside, 

is so surreal. 

Wake up every day 

with nothing in your heart, 

in your mind and nothing to say 

that you can consider that is worth to be said, 

means that we are living "nothing". 

We are made of the Universe essence, 

we were all here since the beginning. 

Am I being contracted? 

Or being expanded? 

Will I become a dark whole 

or am I already one? 

What facts of my life I could relate 

with what happens in Universe, 

and which are the answers? 

It is nothing about religion, 

it is about nature. 

And I will never understand. 

Saint George of Cappadocia - São Jorge da Capadócia

Jorge sentou praça na cavalaria

Eu estou feliz porque eu também sou da sua companhia
Eu estou vestido com as roupas e as armas de Jorge
Para que meus inimigos tenham pés e não me alcancem
Para que meus inimigos tenham mãos e não me toquem
Para que meus inimigos tenham olhos e não me vejam
E nem mesmo um pensamento eles possam ter  Para me fazerem mal Porque eu estou vestida com as roupas  E as armas de Jorge 

Salve jorge!

Armas de fogo meu corpo não alcançarão
Facas e espadas se quebrem sem o meu corpo tocar
Cordas e correntes arrebentem  Sem o meu corpo amarrar
Porque eu estou vestida com as roupas  E as armas de Jorge
Jorge é de Capadócia
Salve jorge!
Salve jorge!
Jorge é de Capadócia
Salve jorge!
Salve jorge!

George joined the cavalry I'm happy because I also belong to his company
I'm dressed with the clothes and weapons of George
For my enemies have feet and do not reach me
For my enemies have hands and do not touch me
For my enemies have eyes and do not see me
And even a thought they may not have  To make me any harm Because I'm dressed in the clothes  And weapons of George 

Save Jorge!

Firearms will not reach my body
Knives and swords break down itself  Without touching my body
Break all  ropes and chains  Without my body bind Because I'm dressed in the clothes  And weapons of George
George is from Cappadocia 
Save Jorge!
Save Jorge! George is from Cappadocia  
Save Jorge! 

Save Jorge!

São Jorge Mensageiro Guerreiro Protetor da Paz e Amor

Devotos no mundo inteiro comemoram no dia 23 de abril, o Dia de São Jorge, o santo padroeiro da Inglaterra, de Portugal, da Catalunha, dos soldados, dos escoteiros, dos corintianos e celebrado em canções populares de Caetano Veloso, Jorge Ben Jor e Fernanda Abreu. No oriente, São Jorge é venerado desde o século IV e recebeu o honroso título de "Grande Mártir".

São Jorge é venerado desde o século IV. Guerreiro originário da Capadócia e militar do Império Romano ao tempo do imperador Diocleciano, Jorge converteu-se ao cristianismo e não agüentou assistir calado às perseguições ordenadas pelo imperador. Foi morto na Palestina no dia 23 de abril de 303. Ele teria sido vítima da perseguição de Diocleciano, sendo torturado e decapitado em Nicomédia, tudo devido à sua fé cristã. 

A imagem de todos conhecida, do cavaleiro que luta contra o dragão, foi difundida na Idade Média. Está relacionada às diversas lendas criadas a seu respeito e contada de várias maneiras em suas muitas paixões. Iconograficamente, São Jorge é representado como um jovem imberbe, de armadura, tanto em pé como em um cavalo branco com uma cruz vermelha. Com a reforma do calendário litúrgico, realizada pelo papa Paulo VI, em maio de 1969, tornou-se opcional a observância do seu dia festivo. Embora muitos ainda suspeitem da veracidade de sua história, a Igreja Católica reconhece a autenticidade do culto ao santo. 

O culto do santo chegou ao Brasil com os portugueses. Em 1387, Dom João I já decretara a obrigatoriedade de sua imagem nas procissões de Corpus Christi. O Sport Clube Corinthians Paulista foi outra grande contribuição para a popularização de São Jorge, primeiro no Estado de São Paulo e depois no País, ao escolher o santo como seu padroeiro e protetor, em 1910. 

A quantidade de milagres atribuídos a São Jorge é imensa. Segundo a tradição, ele defende e favorece a todos os que a ele recorrem com fé e devoção, vencendo batalhas e demandas, questões complicadas, perseguições, injustiças, disputas e desentendimentos. 

Os restos mortais de São Jorge foram transportados para Lídia (antiga Dióspolis), onde foi sepultado, e onde o imperador cristão Constantino (que depois de vários imperadores anti-cristãos converteu-se e a império à religião cristã) mandou erguer suntuoso oratório aberto aos fiéis. Seu culto espalhou-se imediatamente por todo o Oriente. 

No século V, já havia cinco igrejas em Constantinopla dedicadas a São Jorge. Só no Egito, nos primeiros séculos após sua morte, foram erguidas quatro igrejas e quarenta conventos dedicados ao mártir. 

Na Armênia, na Grécia, no Império Bizantino (a região oriental do Império Romano, que tinha capital em Bizâncio, depois, Constantinopla) São Jorge era inscrito entre os maiores Santos da Igreja Católica. 

No Ocidente, na Idade Média, as Cruzadas colocaram São Jorge à frente de suas milícias, como Patrono da Cavalaria. 

Na Itália, era padroeiro da cidade de Gênova. 

Na Alemanha, Frederico III dedicou a ele uma Ordem Militar. 

Na França, São Gregório de Tours era conhecido por sua devoção a São Jorge; o rei Clóvis dedicou-lhe um mosteiro, e sua esposa, Santa Clotide, erigiu várias igrejas e conventos em sua honra. 

A Inglaterra foi o país ocidental onde a devoção ao santo teve papel mais relevante. O monarca Eduardo III colocou sob a proteção de São Jorge a Ordem da Cavalaria da jarrateira, fundada por ele em 1330. Por considera-lo o protótipo dos cavaleiros medievais, o inglês Ricardo Coração de Leão, comandante de uma das primeiras Cruzadas, constituiu São Jorge padroeiro daquelas expedições que tentavam conquistar a Terra Santa aos muçulmanos. No século 13, a Inglaterra celebrava sua festa como dia santo e de guarda e, em 1348, criou a Ordem dos Cavaleiros de São Jorge. Os ingleses acabaram por adotar São Jorge como padroeiro do país, imitando os gregos que também trazem a cruz de São Jorge na sua bandeira. Ainda durante a Primeira Guerra Mundial (1914-1918) muitas medalhas de São Jorge foram cunhadas e oferecidas aos enfermeiros militares e às irmãs de caridade que se sacrificaram ao tomar conta dos feridos da guerra. As artes, também, divulgaram amplamente a imagem do santo. 

Em Paris, no Museu do Louvre, há um quadro famoso de Rafael (1483-1520), intitulado "São Jorge vencedor do Dragão". Na Itália, existem diversos quadros célebres, como o de autoria de Donatello (1386-1466). 

Texto extraido do site www.saojorgemartir.com.br

I studied in a nun school for all my whole and entire life. I hardly say a bad name and never ever write them. Maybe thats why I like this tune too. If I was a musician I probably would be a traditional pianist. It would be fun relax and say how I really feel sometimes. Anyway, any displays of useless actions makes me feel bored. But music, is always good. Well, mostly.

Iggy Pop - Candy

Welcome! And you know that I am talking about you right? You accepted me today. Nice to be a bit closer. I thought it would never happen. I do not know anything about you and this will never happen. But dont know some facts can also protect us. I will not be in Danger........RYFG

Hope you like this song. I do.

Life is so repetitive. What changes is the way we respond to the same facts.

Dec 31, 2011

Today here is already Dec 31, city didnt sleep and I can hear some fireworks. I live close to the beach, in Ipanema, and close to my building we have several restaurants and cool bars from where I can hear people talking right now.

And at midnight today we will be at Copacabana beach (some min far from here) to watch the fireworks show. It is a 15/20 min show where 2 million people from everywhere come every year. The tradition is wear all white (but also people wear any other color). The windows in all shops show only white clothes at this time.

At the beach some wash their feet, others jump in. The important is to celebrate and leave behind all bad that happened and look to the future where we hope to find better days to us and our beloved ones. The magic is in the air today.

Happy New Year!

Danger

A New Year is coming. All my certainties are gone so long ago. I cannot complain. Every time I got a hit, Someone up there gives me a gift in disguise. One of them is a Danger one that I will never know anything about.

All I wanted in life in the end worked different than I planned. When we are young, we seem to be eternal and there is nothing that we cannot get it. The world is ours. While growing we start to find out that Miracles dont exist. But still sometimes there is a flame that comes back and reminds me that Im alive. So I start to see the miracle again that takes me to another world and makes me dream again. These moments are getting rare with the time but are yet so precious. In the end I still have myself. Not bad at all.

Looking for the sun. Life is beautiful. But Im starting to say goodbye.

I didnt think this before, but if you read this Merry Christmas to you my Danger unknown friend and a Very Happy New Year. We will never meet, but this is what makes life so mysteriously beautiful.

I love this song. It is so me now.

A passionate for life but impossible to be a lover.

I love life from outside.

...and the other side of the coin...........

how to forget this one........

oops............... undone

Things I wrote somewhere

I love. Not anyone specific. I just love. Is this love that I have that cheers me up when everything seems to fall. · October 28 at 12:55pm

Things I wrote somewhere

- we are like 3 pirates:we dont belong to any place or any time, we travel to different seas, but when anything hurts, we are too close again :)

(a good family is the best thing one can have :) said someone)

- is the only port a pirate can have :)

- Discipline she is saying I guess has the same meaning of one of the meanings in my language too: be organized and centered trying to reach the perfection

- Japanese can be cold to show emotions but what they write have always a deep meaning. And some writings are too simple and so deep as well. They see the world with a unique vision.

- Haiku by Basho

Clouds come from time to time -

and bring to men a chance to rest

from looking at the moon.

I use to say that even a warrior needs some rest, well we all need. Clouds there for me it is that "break time" we all need to dive into ourselves without the interference of the exterior world.

- Murakami

"Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about."

— Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)

What else can be said about life that haven't been said yet? Sun is not for everyone, the strongest and smartest gets everything, sometimes one pays most for the things one gets for nothing, and some are luckier than others. You can say that luck doesn't exist: it is a result of opportunity and preparation, right? But, what about those who have preparation, opportunities and are devoured by the mean ones? And those who have preparation and no opportunities at all? Life is not fair in human world. In the jungle, animals don't think about it ( I guess) and the laws are the same. It is weird to know that one day I will not be here anymore. I will be forgotten as anyone will anyway someday too if their names were not written in Human History.

Music is one thing that can take us away from this even from few minutes, or maybe put us in a hole worst than what we are living sometimes. Love free us from all the pain, but if it doesn't work as a relationship f.e. it also take us in a dark travel inside the dark side of our soul.

They say that ignorance is like a sky without stars, but sometimes ignorance is an armor against the unfair side of life. Knowledge make us ask, search even more for an answer. And the answer, no one has anyway.

Oh yes, I forgot to say: life is beautiful.

Flo Rida - Club Can't Handle Me ft. David Guetta

David Guetta feat Kid Cudi - Memories

Matrix

Mafia Wars

I'm in LC Family and the Family came in 8th out of 4.400 other ones. LC rocks!

"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." — Marilyn Monroe

A lover's discourse

A mandarin fell in love with a courtesan. "I shall be yours," she told him, "when you have spent a hundred nights waiting for me, sitting on a stool, in my garden, beneath my window." But on the ninety-ninth night, the mandarin stood up, put his stool under his arm, and went away.

A Lover's Discourse: Fragments, Roland Barthes