Frustated..lol!

Eu estava tentanod colocar a jaela de comments a minha imagem que seria essa, mas não consigui, pelo menos fica o resultado de um trabalho de 5 minutos.

Lembrando que mesmo que o Haloscan ofereça de graça esses poderes de coment´rio não deveria nos criar falsas esperanças e me frustrar desa forma huahuahauau.. eu tentei mas não deu, que pena...

Não sei se ela vai ver isso, mas um beijo especial para a Tainá.

Hesiodo

No Capítulo II do Livro I de Xenofonte, há a menção de uma interpretação por Sócrates de um verso deste grande poeta clássico grego, que serve para defender seus feitos e suas concepções quando de seu julgamento apresentadas por Platão na "Apologia de Sócrates", e de fato ele sepr consegue concatenr bons agumentos que concretamente são de difícil resposta. O verso é o seguinte:

"Não a ação, mas a inação é que é vergonhosa..."

De fato, serviu-se desse verso Sócrates para negar o ócio tão enaltecido na Grécia Antiga, e que não sei se está de todo errado. Pois ele usa mesmo conceitos que me fizeram querer renegar até mesmo as virtudes terrenas, mas foi só um desatino momentaneo de má interpretação, pois logo depois vi que quando ele diz que a virtude não é um bem em si só me pareceu correto e também correto que como diz Sócrates deve ser cultivado ou mantido com exercício, portanto não as negue eu e sim cultive com trabalho duro e dirigido...

Regras do Homem

Esse texto eu o recebi no e-mail e não que eu concorde com tudo o que está escrito, mas como se diz no inglês o autor has got a point, e é senão um testemunho racional do viver masculino ao menos algo a se pensar sobre. Editei a totalidade do texto e só pus partes que me pareceram menos preconceituosas e regras de geral aplicação...

Sempre ouvimos as regras do lado feminino. Agora aqui estão as regras do lado masculino.

Aprendam a manejar o assento da privada. Vocês já são bastante crescidinhas pra isso.Vocês são grandes garotas. Se ele está levantado, abaixem-no. Nós precisamos dele levantado, vocês precisam dele abaixado. Vocês não nos ouvem reclamar quando vocês deixam o assento abaixado.

Fazer compras NÃO é um esporte. E não adianta, nós nunca vamos pensar do outro jeito.

Peçam o que vocês querem. Vamos deixar isso bem claro:

• Dicas sutis não funcionam!
• Dicas grosseiras não funcionam!
• Dicas óbvias não funcionam!
• APENAS PEÇAM O QUE QUEREM!

Tragam-nos um problema se querem ajuda para solucioná-lo. É o que nós fazemos. Para solidariedade existem as amigas.

TODOS os homens enxergam em 16 cores, como o padrão do Windows.
Pêssego, por exemplo, é uma fruta e não uma cor. Abóbora também pertence ao reino vegetal.
Nós não temos idéia do que é fúcsia.

Se perguntarmos o que está errado, e vocês responderem “nada”, nós vamos agir como se nada estivesse errado. Nós sabemos que é mentira, mas não vale a pena discutir por isso.

À TUA ESPERA...

Essa é uma obra que faz parte do trabalho de uma artista da Nova Geração brasileira Andréia Mondin Keller...

O seguinte texto é de minha autoria:

Como se fosse uma espera de que eu não alcance o significado, ou que me escape por mera vontade involuntária de não mostrar-me aos outros de modo tão contundente que a mim seja de fato doloroso.

Espero, por certo, o querer mais palpável e a distância dissipada...

Joss Stone

She made me a victim of a foolish heart

This is Joss Stone, who made me her victim of a foolish heart. Her voice is strong and sweet, I love the way she uses it she could sing:

"Your scars where still showing when I first met you, baby
From all she had done to you
And I came along and applied a little loving
Slowly but surely I brought u through

Now she's back to recinlde that old flame
She's got a different angle, baby
But she's playing the same old game

Baby, dont be the victim of a foolish heart
Dont let her lies get next to you
She's just trying to tear us appart
And she's trying to make, to make me a victim too

Now I know she come around here everytime I leave
Cos she knows she's still on your mind, on your mind
See, even a wise man jumps in misery somewhere down the line
But only a fool will jump the second time
Our affair is growing stronger every day
Dont let her ... steal our happpiness away

Dont be the victim of a foolish heart
Dont let her lies get next to you
She's just trying to tear us appart
And she's trying to make, to make me a victim too

Now she's back to recinlde that old flame
She's got a different angle, baby
But she's playing the same old game

Baby, dont be the victim of a foolish heart
Dont let her lies get next to you
Ooh, she's just trying to tear us appart
And she's trying to make, to make me her victim too

Im not gonna let her make
Im not gonna let her um
Im not gonna let her make
Im not gonna let her um
...
Cant you see what she's doing to you boy?

Dont be a victim "

There is no way to decide between Norah or Joss, they are just too perfect, I hope that they would be a little comprehensive and understand that they could share my good loving in equal parts.

I would love this little blonde loving baby to tell me that I am the boy with whom she felt in love with.

Norah Jones

I wish that she would come away with me...

And this is not from now I met her music a long time ago, and yet now I feel like I could hear her voice all day long and this would not be difficult.

The music of hers is too much beautiful and so soft is her sweet voice that I could be lost in dreams of her playing the piano in front of me singing me The Nearness of You:

"It's not the pale moon that excites me
That thrills and delights me, oh no
It's just the nearness of you

It isn't your sweet conversation
That brings this sensation, oh no
It's just the nearness of you

When you're in my arms and I feel you so close to me
All my wildest dreams come true

I need no soft lights to enchant me
If you'll only grant me the right
To hold you ever so tight
And to feel in the night the nearness of you"

She has a simetric face and eyes full of charm, lips full of mistery, I could love her at once...

Um dia de estima ainda mais elevada

Como se fosse possível, nesse dia meu ego estava ainda mais insuflado,

Tinha acabado de chegar da Academia e estava me achando o melhor,

Se fosse tal assim seria, contudo se sou o melhor que posso não posso ser nada além de muito bom... Ainda que isso se torne louvável ou não...

Eu sou fortinho mesmo...

Daniela

My sweet sister, whom I have just met yesterday. Yes, it is true, let me tell the summary story.

Well, my father has always had lots of love to share, even more with women, so he had lots of affairs all around, Daniela Jangada this beautiful lady, and her sister and mine as well, Rafaela are a result of one of these as I myself am.

Anyway, I have always been knowing about their exitence since during a argument my mom told my sister Naigler and I about them, but up to now I was out of hopes about getting to know them. Although, last Wednesday, October 20th, Dani has found me by Orkut and we four scheduled a lunch yesterday, and we spent all day together.

We talked about lots of things and for sure the main subject was our father, I loved making both acquaintances, they both are lovely. And I also met my nephew Léo... He is very active!!!

Sem segundas intenções...

Essa é a Natacha, uma garota linda e fofinha, muito meiga e um pouquinho, só um pouquinho tímida, e em caso de dúvida:

• Não, ela não é minha namorada;
• Não, ela não é solteira, mesmo não sendo minha namorada é de um amigo... mas no futuro quem sabe...
• Não, ela não é safada;
• Sim, ela é uma garota séria, foi uma foto que tirou de brincadeira;
• Não eu não sou uma pessoa tarada, somente liberal (huahuahauhauha).

Isso é um sorriso sapeca?

Eu penso que seja, resta deixar a pergunta mal respodida para que outros a
possam responder...

Elisabeth Rabello, Eu e Karla Duarte

Aqui estamos na parte de cima da faculdade, onde há um lugar paa estudar-se..

Na biblioteca...

Eu tirei essa foto, parece que até somos alunos aplicados, huahuahua
BEth a esquerda e Karla a direita...

Eu de novo..

Eu na faculdade , segurando o "Espirito das Leis" de Montesquieu, uma obra linda, essa versão é da University of Chicago, em Inglês...

A montagem foi feita pela linda Karla Duarte, minha colega de classe proeminente beleza e intelecto, veio a calhar pois por coincidencia é o que eu buscarei caso seja um bom jurista, O espirito das leis, das norms de conduta, dos valores sociais determinantes do mundo juridico e social democratico, me emociona a vida assim...

Quem souber o que quer dizer...

Eu...

Perdido e sem esperanças, tentando recobrar a mente cruelmente desenvolvida e largamente autônoma,

Agora o que fazer?

Estou sem respostas para o que sinto hoje em dia...

Sem ação mesmo e com vários demônios presos ao meu peito, rejeitado quando tudo que pedi foi correspondência, quando acreditei que poderia me entregar isso...

Changing Mind

I have been reading about Socrates today...

Scary, I am changing my mind about him...

I always thought about him as the killer of the speech itself, but he was better than I thought, now my anger falls upon Plato and Aristotle..

Lost in dreams that are out of reach

My mind is shadowed and sad ...

A cultura no Rio

Já há um mês que não piso no Theatro Municipal, ou na Biblioteca Nacional, nem no Museu Nacional de Belas Artes... De fato muito reprovável, ainda mais por serem todos no mesmo sítio, ao redor da mesma praça...

O Theatro Municipal do Rio de Janeiro...

Superman died today...

Clark Cristopher Reeve Kent is dead the suspicion falls upon him LEX LUTHOR

LOL

Wanted...

Preguiça de ir para a Academia...

A preguiça é a mãe de todos os Vícios.

E como Mãe deve ser respeitada...

Hoje planejei ir a academia malhar um pouco, mas meus músculo cerebral está se sobrepondo a massa cinzenta dos meus bíceps e aos neurônios dos tríceps e quadríceps.

Eu deveria fazer toda minha série de musculação hoje, pois já há três dias que não levanto um pesinho sequer, e logo agora que estou levantando 130Kg para as costas, 44Kg para os bíceps e que só faltam 2 barras para que eu pegue toda a carga do voador peitoral estou com preguiça...

The Autumn Leaves

The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold

Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall




This is for my baby.. Whom I miss most of all... And HEIL!!! Nat King Cole!!!!!

My auntie!!!

This is my auntie, she seems to be my sister, and she is very selfish and that is why I like her a looooooooot... lol

In portuguese it Auntie is Titia, Aunt is Tia, Tia Márcia(her name)...

My silly sister and me sillier brother

I took this shoot while I was checking my mail, and my sister came to bother me, then she demanded a photo and I took it... Which was very normal and cute at last analysis.

Then she insisted on taking this shot, in case of doubt the white thing on her tongue is a candy not any disease...

She who pleases my eyes

My love which is now growing badly and even stronger day by day is laying upon her, all of my hope and all of my lightning of thought or heart and feeling... just because now for her I live and for her stand the world of pain and disguise...

Jillian, my return to the ground of light feelings and my everlasting wish...

Body Combat

Body Combat Today at SEVEN O'CLOCK,

And more three times a week, a constant battle to keep in shape and an incredible muscular definition.

ROAR...

The Class that I have got inside me...

The Car I want Maserati Coupé GT. I want it because it does not look like a sportive car, and still look powerful, because it looks like I was born to drive it with my baby beside me and this would be just perfect...

A Ferrari looks like you need to compensate a lacks ability or self esteem, be it sexual or aesthetic... The same with Lamborghini and some Jaguar's not all of these...

In a Hurry...

In a Hurry I did this... So I has not been perfct as I wanted it to be...

Subway Kiss

This is the chronicle about me and my love on the Rio Subway (METRÔ). I am writing this because when I was getting back home from my Harmony II test I was really comfortable, until the time when a couple came in ad looking onto their affection demonstrations I began to miss her and imagined the following dialogue and facts:

(I suggest that you read it very fastly for it is a little long and would lose its reason if you began to read slowly)

In the subway:

"..."

Mike: -What is my name?

Boo: -Michael, I guess. (laughs a little)

M: -NO, that ain't my name girl!

B: -Yes, it is!

M: -No, it ain't...

B: -Sure it is! (a little angry)

M: -No it is not and you know what name is the mine, have you forgotten?

B: -Oh! I see! HA HA HA!!!

M: (smiles)

B: -I guess you are Babydoll... he he he!

M: -Whose?

B: -My very own! You are my Babydoll! he he he...

M: - Say it ang give me a little joyful smile...

B: (smiles gently and softly) - You are MY Babydoll!!!

M: -Say it again and give me an evil smile... (looks at her eyes and smiles charmingly)

B: (evil smiles) - You are the babydoll of mine!!!

M: (great smile) - Now say it, give me an evil smile and kiss me on the lips, but fastly, just a touch!!! He he he...

B: -You are my babydoll! (evil smiles and touches her lips on his)

M: (laughs) -Now say it, give me and evil smile and kiss me fastly them embrace me tight and kiss me passionately until we get to our station, ok?

B: (says vey slowly and with a sexy accent) -You are the Babydoll who will be kissed and will not stand for it! (giggles)

Then she smiles and kisses him fastly, looks at him with an evil eye he makes the same. She squeezes him really really tight and for first bites softly his lips and licks his superior lip rather slowly. He shivers and loses his defenses. She having noticed so begin to kiss him with so much desire and passion that the author needs to finish the story for this was imagined in public and while I was writing there was people around, well there is people around and they must not see the body of mine reacting...

Well that's it! And I really imagined all of this and got sad for the cocrete love overcame the inner one but I did not felt like giving up, instead I felt like it was a warm-up, just as when you have to take the theory to be able to apply it to the real work...

P.S.: LOVE U!!!

When I was hairy and useless

This is an old picture I made myself of myself, or I myself made of myself hehehe...

Indeed I was with lots of free time and I kept on working on bullshit like this instead of bullshit like my blog hehehe...

Plato and Aristotle

These are Aristotle and Plato, those who brought us the Western Thought as it is now seen...

For certain I do not know much about Aristotle work, however I am a little more familiarized with Plato studies, or be it:

He was - at least we assume - the very favorite pupil of Socrates (whose existence is even now doubted), and a good writer, but what is the most contradictory is the way Plato have made things despite of the Socrates' Lessons:

1. Socrates was totally against poetry for he used to say it was related to the emotions (which I also disagree with due to the fake value of reason or emotion and feelings as well), and Plato said so as well however have written dialogues that are nothing but poetry.
2. Plato said that - and this is funny - Socrates said that to write was a simulacrum or a distortion of the thought and that poetry was even more distorter, although Socrates have written and the worst written poetry (LOL).

So all I can now say is that if Plato was the best pupil of Socrates he was as well the most cynical being on the earth and as or even more reproveable than the sophistes - whom I do not reprove at all, for they were the very source of knowledge free from lie for no truth they pretended or intended to tell - so unconsciously pursuited and now brought on again.

I do not have the legitimacy to tell what is good or bad, or even evil as some dumby or too much smarty (both in the bad way) politicians want us to believe, for no experience I was given to tell so or not, and even if experience the most fake value on our living had been given for the shadowed and distorted vision of human being it would pass trough unnoticed what even more brings the thought of:

• That we still think but for nothing, with no cause, with no finality, we pretend to have a cause but it is only an illusion.
• We assume a personality which fades away as we need it to, or worse that goes away in a blink.
• All the western thought is dumb, but I still love in all of its foolishness for it is the only way that I in my low range have, hehehe, and no one but me can take this away or penalize me for this.