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I finally have internet connection at home, after waiting for about 1 month...
So keep in touch for further posts.
Take care!
^_^ orochi

Amsterdam is a crazy place...

"Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond."

















[Photos by Luís / Lyrics by Pink Floyd]

Control

If I let you,
You would make me destroy myself
In order to survive you,
I must first survive myself
I can sink no further
and I cannot forgive you.
There's no choice but to confront,
to engage you,
to erase you.
I've gone to great lengths
to expand my threshold of pain.
I will use my mistakes against you
there's no other choice.
I'm shameless now,
I'm nameless now,
I'm nothing now,
I'm no one now,
But my soul must be iron,
'Cause my fear is naked
I'm naked and fearless
and my fear is naked



[lyrics from Tool - Bottom]
[photos by orochi - Vienna]

and the wind it howled
and the wind it groaned
la la la la la
la la la la li
a little bird looked down on henry lee


[lyrics by nick cave / photo by orochi]

From Pardubice to Prague

after you get to the train...

it will take you approximately one hour

to get to Prague...

Beautiful indeed!

(Photos by orochi)

A única maneira de subir é descendo

Doem-me as entranhas
Doi-me a lingua, doi-me a cor
Doi-me o facto de pensar que algo me está a doer
Doi-me a desilusão desta dor
Doem-me os olhos
(Não consigo mirar o horizonte
Tenho a visão ofuscada
Não sou sensível, mas gostaria de não poder sentir)
Doi-me a esperança e a saudade
Doi-me a raiva e a verdade
Doi-me a tentativa de complacência
E doi-me tambem esta insegurança
É neste desassosego que me desassosego.


[Queria escrever algo bonito, algo alegre.
As minhas desculpas mas não consigo.]

Open up and say "aahh..."

Unveil your torments
Show me what you have become
Forget the facade
Show me what is underneath

Give me that wide smile
Show me you care
Look at the horizon
Show me what lies beyond

Manifest your hate
Show me you can love
Hide it all in
but then show me...
Show me all your secrets

Shaking: the very foundations

Only a little push to carry the wave
You may feel some nuisance
But don't be afraid
This is what it feels like.
Why don't you come inside? Feel free.

Feels better now I hope?
How nice of you to come by.
Do you enjoy this place?
I know it's not for sale, but maybe I could rent it...
For free maybe?

Would you like me to go crazy?
I'll tell you a secret...
If you break this chain I am no more
(It's already broken!)
Oh... how interesting...

Criminal

Quantas vezes te apetece mandar tudo para a merda?

Queria ter a coragem de fazer isso.

Mas também... se já não me gramam agora... não ia ser assim.

Como se isso fosse realmente importante.

Deve haver sempre alguem que não nos queira bem não é?

Vou tentar estalar os dedos a ver se dá resultado.

Ou então vou colocar uma cruz de alecrim á porta da minha casa para afastar o olhado.

O que realmente me apetecia fazer era enfiá-la no cú de alguem.

Forget me not

It is too early to be wondering about life(already), but that must be why I find it so entertaining. In thinking about this subject one may try and find some answers, but what one gets in fact are questions - which can be amusing, yet frustrating.
Questions like "why?" and "how?" may emerge and from experience I can tell that trying to answer these is not only a waste of time, but also a waste of thought.
And what about conservativeness? Does clinging to the ideal mean a sick character? Is change always necessary? Can you cope with an all too approving attitude?
I used to have a ready answer in this subject, but now I am confused.
Yet trying to avoid questions and being direct seems to be my problem.
Leaves one thinking... this compulsory feeling.

Sin pelear

Yo desisto
nada es suficiente bueno, nada es bueno para ti
No voy exigir más de mí próprio
Aceleré demasiado mí tiempo....
Yo no estoy en venta
No soy el próximo de ellos

narcotics

I could live easily
forgetting all about the psyche
nothing to mess with my head anymore
it's so nice over there... far better than before
just a quick sip and it will all go away
like some kind of foreplay
I do have mood swings, so why care?
I don't... better for you to be aware
I live walled within, surrounded by bricks
someone once told me

I'm sick off all the bullshits
and sick off the uncanny

after all its only in me I can rely...

Sentenced - End of the Road

Here we are, now lay the burden down
We're coming to the end of our road
Sorrowful yet glorious somehow
To be humming this one last ode
So calm and still... it wasn't all that bad, or was it now?
Fulfilled... it doesn't only hurt to end it now

The funeral

The memories beneath the dust of years
They seem like those of someone deceased
There's no more to be done, or hoped or feared
Just waiting for the final release
So calm and thrilled... it wasn't all that bad, or was it now?
Still it doesn't only hurt end it now

Is life over, this life's over?
Or has it only just begun?
It grows colder, starts to moulder...
Coming apart yet still not done
Forever one

SENTENCED were:
VILLE LAIHIALA vocals
MIIKA TENKULA lead guitar
SAMI LOPAKKA guitar
VESA RANTA drums
SAMI KUKKOHOVI bass

May they rest in peace.

(Please) Calm my cries

Why is it that when everything is perfect nothing is perfect?
Porque é que quando tudo é perfeito nada é perfeito?

Why is it that when you most expect it you never get it?
Porque é que quando mais esperamos nunca o temos?

Why is it that we always aim to what is impossible?
Porque é que queremos sempre o impossivel?

Why do we always end up being hurt?
Porque é que acabamos sempre magoados?

Why do we never realize that we should not complain?
Porque é que não entendemos que não nos deveriamos queixar?

I could go on with this...
Poderia continuar...

rΣmnanT δf lifΣ

I just want to kill this pain
Can't stop this madness
I fall prey for this feeling, ignore it in vain
For this is what brings my sadness

Usually at night is where it thrives
Making me mad, leaving me in despair
It whispers in my ear, it shrives
I try to ignore it, finding it hard to bear

It's no use trying to break free
I have created my own wall
Created from remnants of my debris
From which alongside I cannot stroll


I hope that this can stop
For I fear my head might pop

And with the last rays of the setting sun...

(whispers)

Enjoy the view while it lasts,
for you should, let it haunt you,
this moment...

Think about what you became
What about all of those surrounding you?
Don't you ever think about them?
Don't you ever think about what they think about you?

Enjoy the scenery...
Haven't you noticed that black spot?
Just over there...
Doesn't that remind you of something?
I bet you it does..

I find it ironic, the way you deal with your shit!
Try to be a man will you?
Life has given you much,
yet I thought you would be able to learn.

Last warning...
..........................................................

SHUT IT! GOD DAMN IT!

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It's been two years since I first posted on this blog ...
Let's hope for two more ...

In remembrance of a near past

Now when I look back I see that change was not what I really wanted. That feeling without any name now gets me angry, sad, worried.. Still cannot tell how I felt when I first knew... Now days pass by and all seems so dampened. Why this... ?
There are still a lot of things that I cannot explain about me and my life.
My manner, my selfishness...
You will always be present.




















Farewell, you will always be missed...

In your eyes

As you see me across the room,
you notice that I'm nothing
but a blurry picture.

See... that aura that surrounds me?
Relax... There's nothing you can do.
There are certain things that I need to solve.
There are subjects in which you shouldn't meddle.

As you see me walk away,
you start to wonder:
"Why is he in such a mess?"
These days I'm nothing
but a blurry picture.

I'm not trying to compensate for anything...

Lamúria

Profundamente e em silêncio, olhando o céu, lembro-me das ondas, que me levam,
juntamente com as minhas memórias já parcialmente esquecidas.
Intrínseco nesse momento um sorriso flutua nessa brisa,
subindo e descendo e morrendo dentro de mim.

Nunca havia antes reparado,
durante todo este tempo
o que guardava cá dentro...
aquilo que nao conseguia ver
algo que nem consigo descrever.

E essas ondas que me levam, levam tambem tudo o que me sufoca,
tudo o que magoa dentro de mim.
Para além deste horizonte está o meu sonho,
guardado pelo murmurar de vozes choramingando ao vento.

Avista-se ainda uma tempestade, que se refunde
em todos estes pensamentos que me surgem quando tento adormecer.
Quando me dou conta estou olhando de novo para o céu,
e uma corrente de ar passa...