At the end of the day

U get up early,
ignore the sleep that shuts u'r eyes
and numbs u'r limbs...
U drink a nice nespresso and hope
to drown that little bastrd that keeps singing
"why don't u stay in bed?"
Take a nice shower,
dress up, go to work,
(...)
(8 hours later)
U go home tired,
sometimes mentally exausted,
but u'r dog welcomes u,
like u'r the best gift in the world (what low expectations)
and u can't help but smile,
"Ok, let's go 4 a walk!"
U don't know how,
but u'r legs can still take a 20 minute beating,
running and playing with u'r 4 legged mate.
U arrive @home and sit on the sofa,
turn on the TV, or grab u'r laptop,
and enjoy some minutes of rest.
Then u'r life partner arrives,
with u'r kid sleeping on her lap.
U talk softly but she wakens up anyway
and wants some of u'r love.
When u'r arms start to feel heavy
u put her down on the sofa,
u give her the best seat, right beside her mom.
U just need 2 grab a pillow,
put it on the ground next to the sofa
and sit over it
(that does it)
And then, 4 u'r surprise,
she laughs and jumps to u'r lap again,
she looks around and looks @u with those
"where's MY pillow" eyes :c|.
U grab another pillow,
put it next to yours,
and watch as she climbs down onto it
feeling all important.
Then she looks @u and smiles!
Just a simple smile,
nothing fancy,
but,
for some strange reason,
that smile warms u up from head to toe,
and u feel that she's made u'r day.

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O "pormenor" de saber falar/escrever em Português

O Destak abre com um tema de capa (ipsis verbis) interessante, assinado por esta senhora:

PATRÍCIA SUSANO FERREIRA
pferreira@destak.pt
www.destak.pt

"Dois reclusos fogem das prisões todos os meses"

Perante isto pensei que se tratasse de uma alegre sátira ao sistema prisional português no qual 2 reclusos fugissem todos os meses e depois retornassem, ao género de um bom filme de capa e espada em que o herói se deixa estar na prisão, mas apenas porque sabe que pode sair em qualquer altura...

Mas eis que nada está mais longe desta minha verborreia mental, desta divagação nostálgica e até uma certa dose voluntária de ingenuidade... a notícia era sobre o facto de, ao longo de um ano, cerca de 28 reclusos fugirem das cadeias em PT, o que, em números redondos transita em 2(,2) por mês.

Ora então, o cabeçalho não deveria ser "Fogem, por mês, 2 reclusos das prisões"?
in http://oinconformado.blogspot.com

To Vatican, or not to Vatican...

O choque de realidades é evidente...

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Poison Heart - Ramones

Sometimes I feel this way... not very often, but sometimes I do...

"Poison Heart"

No one ever thought this one would survive

Helpless child, gonna walk a drum beat behind

Lock you in a dream, never let you go

Never let you laugh or smile, not you.

Well, I just want to walk right out of this world,

'Cause everybody has a poison heart

I just want to walk right out of this world,

'Cause everybody has a poison heart.

Making friends with a homeless torn up man

He just kind of smiles, it really shakes me up.

There's danger on every corner but I'm okay

Walking down the street trying to forget yesterday.

Well, I just want to walk right out of this world,

'Cause everybody has a poison heart.

I just want to walk right out of this world,

'Cause everybody has a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart ... yeah!

You know that life really takes its toll

And a poet's gut reaction is to search his very soul

So much damn confusion before my eyes,

But nothing seems to phase me and this one still survives.

I just want to walk right out of this world,

'Cause everybody has a poison heart.

I just want to walk right out of this world,

'Cause everybody has a poison heart,

Well, I just want to walk right out of this world,

'Cause everybody has a poison heart.

a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart

.a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart.