odeio amar

um gajo tem de andar sempre com o coração nas mãos.

is there such a thing as trust?

Nacho Libre

I'm like the legs of a paraplegic..

This is an invasion, an occupation
Immortal Technique, the evil genius DJ Green Lantern
And you're now in the state of guerilla warfare
It has been spread by the superpowers of the industry
To the 3rd World underground of the streets
This is for all those who've been labeled extemists, maniacs, terrorists
Shit.. Welcome to the 3rd World

[Immortal Technique]
Yeah.. Yeah..

Invansion and rampant monetary inflation
That brought us all to the footsteps of this nation
Peruvians, Haitians, Ecuadorians, Nicaraguans, Colombians, Salvadorians

Invansion and rampant monetary inflation
That brought us all to the footsteps of this nation
[2x]

Invansion and rampant monetary inflation
That brought us all to the footsteps of this nation
Peruvians, Haitians, Ecuadorians, Nicaraguans, Colombians, Salvadorians
They call us terrorists after they ruined our countries
Funding right-wing paramilitary monkeys
Tortured our populace then blamed the communists
Your lies are too obvious, propoganda monotanous
And that's not socialist mythology
This is urban warfare through the streets of your psychology
So I'm like the legs of a paraplegic really
Cause I'm still part of you even if you can't feel me
You can never debate me, The M4s at your baby
Like troops with gats in Iraq do daily
So you can marginalize the way you portray me
But don't get Hollywood and try to play me
We can shoot it out in the theater like troops in the 80s
New Jack City classic crap era, mack-milli
Shouting BET is not black-owned on Rap City
You got a contract to kill me motherfucker, that's fine
Cause there's a contract to kill your family when I die
So when your car explodes, don't be surprised
Soldier, I'm like Marine Corp C4
Even blow the spot with the beat rocking at 3/4
Canvas the flow like the ghost of Michaelangelo
This is the anthem, Immortal Technique and Green Lantern
Don't say shit bitch, you don't want the "check, check"
To become a ::chick, chick:: You know what I'm sick with
Lyrical tuberculosis, cocaine overdoses
Blood coming out your noses, that's when death approaches
March to my death smilin, laugh if the end's violent
There's no escape from this political asylum

Revolutionaries don't fear execution
Cause the death of my visible Constitution
Is just the beginning of spiritual evolution
God will reincarnate me as revolution

[DJ Green Lantern]
You can't take out a revolution
You can't kill a idea
Fuck is you stupid?
You kill that man, be becomes Immortal

[Immortal Technique]
Ignore the triplets, this is a fully loaded four-four
3rd World underground hardcore
Street-hop, locked and loaded, motherfucker you should know it
Blast the door to the game open and overthrow it

is this our destiny

Strife (Full Set) from hate5six on Vimeo.

Assim é que é, berra pelo Straight Edge, sem o ser. Bom show, nevertheless.

The Poverty of Philosophy

Most of my Latino and black people who are struggling to get food, clothes and shelter in the hood are so concerned with that, that philosophising about freedom and socialist democracy is usually unfortunately beyond their rationale. They don't realize that America can't exist without separating them from their identity, because if we had some sense of who we really are, there's no way in hell we'd allow this country to push it's genocidal consensus on our homelands. This ignorance exists, but it can be destroyed.

Niggas talk about change and working within the system to achieve that. The problem with always being a conformist is that when you try to change the system from within, it's not you who changes the system; it's the system that will eventually change you. There is usually nothing wrong with compromise in a situation, but compromising yourself in a situation is another story completely, and I have seen this happen long enough in the few years that I've been alive to know that it's a serious problem. Latino America is a huge colony of countries whose presidents are cowards in the face of economic imperialism. You see, third world countries are rich places, abundant in resources, and many of these countries have the capacity to feed their starving people and the children we always see digging for food in trash on commercials. But plutocracies, in other words a government run by the rich such as this one and traditionally oppressive European states, force the third world into buying overpriced, unnecessary goods while exporting huge portions of their natural resources.

I'm quite sure that people will look upon my attitude and sentiments and look for hypocrisy and hatred in my words. My revolution is born out of love for my people, not hatred for others.

You see, most of Latinos are here because of the great inflation that was caused by American companies in Latin America. Aside from that, many are seeking a life away from the puppet democracies that were funded by the United States; places like El Salvador, Guatemala, Peru, Colombia, Nicaragua, Ecuador and Republica Dominicana, and not just Spanish-speaking countries either, but Haiti and Jamaica as well.

As different as we have been taught to look at each other by colonial society, we are in the same struggle and until we realize that, we'll be fighting for scraps from the table of a system that has kept us subservient instead of being self-determined. And that's why we have no control over when the embargo will stop in Cuba, or when the bombs will stop dropping in Vieques.

But you see, here in America the attitude that is fed to us is that outside of America there live lesser people. "Fuck them, let them fend for themselves." No, Fuck you, they are you. No matter how much you want to dye your hair blonde and put fake eyes in, or follow an anorexic standard of beauty, or no matter how many diamonds you buy from people who exploit your own brutally to get them, no matter what kind of car you drive or what kind of fancy clothes you put on, you will never be them. They're always gonna look at you as nothing but a little monkey. I'd rather be proud of what I am, rather than desperately trying to be something I'm really not, just to fit in. And whether we want to accept it or not, that's what this culture or lack of culture is feeding us.

I want a better life for my family and for my children, but it doesn't have to be at the expense of millions of lives in my homeland. We're given the idea that if we didn't have these people to exploit then America wouldn't be rich enough to let us have these little petty material things in our lives and basic standards of living. No, that's wrong. It's the business giants and the government officials who make all the real money. We have whatever they kick down to us. My enemy is not the average white man, it's not the kid down the block or the kids I see on the street; my enemy is the white man I don't see: the people in the white house, the corporate monopoly owners, fake liberal politicians those are my enemies. The generals of the armies that are mostly conservatives those are the real Mother-Fuckers that I need to bring it to, not the poor, broke country-ass soldier that's too stupid to know shit about the way things are set up.

In fact, I have more in common with most working and middle-class white people than I do with most rich black and Latino people. As much as racism bleeds America, we need to understand that classism is the real issue. Many of us are in the same boat and it's sinking, while these bougie Mother-Fuckers ride on a luxury liner, and as long as we keep fighting over kicking people out of the little boat we're all in, we're gonna miss an opportunity to gain a better standard of living as a whole.

In other words, I don't want to escape the plantation I want to come back, free all my people, hang the Mother-Fucker that kept me there and burn the house to the god damn ground. I want to take over the encomienda and give it back to the people who work the land.

You cannot change the past but you can make the future, and anyone who tells you different is a Fucking lethargic devil. I don't look at a few token Latinos and black people in the public eye as some type of achievement for my people as a whole. Most of those successful individuals are sell-outs and house Negros.

But, I don't consider brothers a sell-out if they move out of the ghetto. Poverty has nothing to do with our people. It's not in our culture to be poor. That's only been the last 500 years of our history; look at the last 2000 years of our existence and what we brought to the world in terms of science, mathematics, agriculture and forms of government. You know the idea of a confederation of provinces where one federal government controls the states? The Europeans who came to this country stole that idea from the Iroquois LEAGUE. The idea of impeaching a ruler comes from an Aztec tradition. That's why Montezuma was stoned to death by his own people 'cause he represented the agenda of white Spaniards once he was captured, not the Aztec people who would become Mexicans.

So in conclusion, I'm not gonna vote for anybody just 'cause they black or Latino they have to truly represent the community and represent what's good for all of us proletariat.

Porque sino entonces te mando por el carajo cabron gusano hijo de puta, seramos libre pronto, viva la revolucion, VIVA LA REVOLUCION!

seatsaver

Aposto que havia algumas alminhas que iam lá lamber.

we feel so alive

aquela exitaçãozinha que sentimos quando estamos a falar com alguém e percebemos que temos amigos e lugares em comum numa terriola a 300 km de distância. Que o que fizemos e conhecemos ha 10 anos atrás estava a ser feito por outra pessoa que só irias conhecer 10 anos depois.
Small (but never seizes to surprise us) world.

Props para Sortelha, Sabubal, Ozendo e Quadrazais.

A vila mais bonita de Portugal

It's Over

It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind

[r]evolution

I'm the first mammal to wear pants,
yeah I'm at peace with my lust
I can kill 'cause in God I trust

Sim, já fui giro.

Dumb and Dumber ain't got shit on me.

i am the son...and the heir

LovEvolution

TheFear

I don't know what's right and what's real anymore
I don't know how I'm meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
Cuz I'm being taken over by The Fear

Air Donors

Não admira que eu goste tanto de Nike Air. Com o bafo dos melhores debaixo dos pés.
Novo anuncio da Nike

in with the new, out with the new.

Tive 3 impressoras em toda a minha vida.
Para se perceber bem o uso que lhes dou, mais rapidamente comprei uma nova, que comprei um tinteiro para a mesma.
Compro impressora, uso os tinteiros que vêm junto com a impressora. Gastam-se, vou à loja, desmotivo-me com os preços praticados, venho para casa, arrumo-a a um canto.
Passam anos, preciso de impressora, a antiga já não é grande coisa, por 40 euricos compra-se outra. Siga, repetir passos anteriores.

E tudo isto ganha uma proporção ainda mais ridícula, quando moro a uns meros 500 metros daquelas lojas que recarregam tinteiros usados.


Facebook cria um grupo sobre merda, para não me sentir só nesta idiotice.

Eu ainda vou voltar para visitâr, o Mâre dos Açôures

Bem não dou novidade a ninguém, quando digo que ha cerca de dois meses meti pela primeira vez os pés na terra do Paulêta e do grande Eduardo Mourato.
Fica um pequeno registo fotográfico do paraíso na terra, que a Ilha Terceira (assim como as outras) nos Açores, é.
Tenciono voltar.
Fica um beijo de agradecimento ao casal Pereira e a Verinha.*

Desculpem a demora não estava na hora. Tivemos a limar as arestas até agora

Faz um pouco mais de 5 meses que não escrevia aqui qualquer tipo de mensagem, texto, pensamento, o que lhe queiram chamar.
Nem dei pelo tempo passar é um facto, e outro facto é que a minha ausência por estes lados se deve ao Sr. Facebook.
Antes de começarem a enviar e-mails de reclamação, direcciono todas as culpas para ele.
Tudo o que um gajo antes tinha para dizer, partilhar ou apenas deixar escrito em algum lado, passou a ser feito no FB.
É mais rápido, prático, mais gente vê e como tudo na vida, estas 3 características rebentam com qualquer outro adversário na corrida a meio de comunicação.
Mas como sempre fui gajo de torcer pelos pequeninos, pelas minorias incompreendidas e injustiçadas (Sporting sendo o expoente máximo disso mesmo) não vou deixar este blog morrer.
Muito vá.
Porque sou capaz de me esquecer que ele existe de tempos a tempos. O facto de não ser interessante e ninguém o ver, também ajuda ao esquecimento, por isso a culpa também é vossa.
Vossa e do Facebook.
Eu sou uma vitima que aqui está.

Memuáres (é francês)

Irrita-me profundamente

e desaponta-me, que os médicos, bombeiros, pessoal do inem, enfermeiros não serem os profissionais mais bem pagos de um País.
É preciso ser sobrehumano para estar dia sobre dia rodeado de morte e tristeza e não ficar completamente dobrado. (e o mentalizares-te que aquilo não te pode ou deve afectar deve ser das cenas mais duras de sempre) Para não falar das capacidades técnicas.




A situação piora quando vejo o Postiga a ganhar 50 Mil por mês (no mínimo).....e não trabalha.