Fantasmas mentais

Sem ver, sem saber, sem cheirar
Sem ouvir, sem falar, sem sentir
Estas são histórias de fantasmas alojados em casas pequeninas.
Vivem dos escombros da nossa mente colectiva

Passeio por esse universo
De desilusão e afeição
Dada à paixão, ao amor e à loucura triste.
Não pergunto, nem duvido

Despejo tudo na mesa
Remexo no que possuo.

Sem ter, sem crer, sem perguntar
Tudo se entrelaça numa trama
Difícil de desembaraçar

Troia

Lá se foi mais um Natal...

Não consigo falar muito sobre o Natal, mas que há coisas bonitas que acontecem no Natal lá isso há...

Reasons to rock climb

Unfortunetly I haven't been climbing : (

but I want to, so I just have to believe that slowly I'll get closer to the rock. Meanwhile, redescovering the pleasure...

Being with friends; problem-solving; facing your fears or insecurities in a very playfull way...

http://picasaweb.google.com/Gibelinha/Escalar?feat=directlink

I love, you love, he/she/they love...

We wish for peace in our hearts and in our minds. We wish for peace where hate still prevails. We wish for a higher understanding of our life purposes... Stop wishing and start to love all and serve all. It is time to be globally conscious.
No more excuses.



Robert Happé (interview)
http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=1jmWI_p1-NA

Does time feels to you has if it had speeded up? It does for me...

Too much intensity will kill you...

Beauty hurts when it becomes sublime. The immensity of the feelings and sensations of a beautiful thing, moment, song, face, is so deep in our soul, that to embrace all that existence of beauty, with no limitations, is to give up of your own life and breath that other thing’s existence, even an inanimated one… http://picasaweb.google.com/Gibelinha/Sublime?feat=directlink

snarls of clouds // rosnar das nuvens

I've been taking these pictures, looking for something...
http://picasaweb.google.com/Gibelinha/AtNight#

I found this poem:

"One night I burned the house I loved
it lit a perfect ring
in which I saw some weeds and stone
beyond - not anything

Certain creatures of the air
frightened by the night,
they came to see the world again
and perished in the light.

now I sail from sky to sky
and all the blackness sings
against the boat that I have made
of mutilated wings"

- Leonard Cohen

Obama by Callie Shell

Check these pictures
http://digitaljournalist.org/issue0810/callie-bp.html

"Travels With Barack" Callie Shell

Four years ago Time photographer Callie Shell met Barack Obama backstage when she was covering presidential candidate John Kerry. She sent her editor more photographs of Obama than Kerry. When asked why, she said, "I do not know. I just have a feeling about him. I think he will be important down the road." Her first photo essay on Obama was two and half years ago. She has stuck with him ever since."

Força abelhinha!

A vida é como um palhaço. Faz-nos rir, chora nas horas vagas...
Daí a importância de mantermo-nos fiéis a nós próprios.
Se pensarmos assim, em vez de negligenciarmos a vida que levamos, cada momento torna-se único e sincero. Cada projecto que iniciamos perde importância ou beleza, porque tudo o que fazemos ou pensamos é da nossa inteira responsabilidade, e é disso que nos devemos orgulhar.

Força abelhinha, estás muito perto de conseguir!

Chill-out Lisbon

There is something about Lisbon that gets to you.
The beautiful sky and light…
When you stop, wherever is that you decide to stop, just look up and enjoy.
I would invite you all to come and take a nice drink with me while we sit enjoying the lukewarm sun of winter days, and talk on life. Oh life…
More photos http://picasaweb.google.com/Gibelinha/ChillOutLisbon#

The winner is BARRY OBAMA!

"Obama is a mutt, but not just because he has parents of two different races." in Slate



We're ALL waiting... is goodness possible?

When I grow up...

I wanna be just like Miranda July!

http://mirandajuly.com

Big questions:

_Are you the favorite person of anyone?
_Are you getting stronger everyday?
_Are you learning how to love better?

http://www.learningtoloveyoumore.com/

"The best art and writing is almost like an assignment; it is so vibrant that you feel compelled to make something in response. Suddenly it is clear what you have to do. For a brief moment it seems wonderfully easy to live and love and create breathtaking things. In the same way that the ocean gives the assignment of breathing deeply, and kissing instructs us to stop thinking."

To my cool friends back "home"!

I’m going to start posting some pictures of my adventures here in Portugal. I hope with that to convince you visiting this sunny, petit, humble country.

For now we have urban pillow fights, and some climbing.
http://picasaweb.google.com/Gibelinha

Keep me also posted.
Best wishes!


Now, a great song by Feist (that really tells what's going on inside this friend of yours...)

I feel it all I feel it allI feel it all I feel it all
The wings are wide the wings are wide
Wild card inside wild card inside

Oh I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one to hold the gun

I know more than I knew before
I know more than I knew before
I didn't rest I didn't stop
Did we fight or did we talk

Oh I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one to hold the gun

I love you more
I love you more
I don't know what I knew before
But now I know I wanna win the war
No one likes to take a test
Sometimes you know more is less
Put your weight against the door
Kick drum on the basement floor
Stranded in a fog of words
Loved him like a winter bird
On my head the water pours
Gulf stream through the open door

Fly away
Fly away to what you want to make
I feel it all, I feel it allI feel it all I feel it all
The wings are wide, the wings are wide
Wild card inside, wild card inside

Oh I'll be the one to break my heart
I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll end it thought you started it
The truth lies
The truth lied
And lies divide
Lies divide