Remember, Remember the 5th of November...

Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder, treason, and plot,
I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, ’twas his intent
To blow up the King and Parliament.
Three score barrels of powder below,
Poor old England to overthrow;
By God’s providence he was catch’d
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, make the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
Hip hip hoorah!
A penny loaf to feed the Pope.
A farthing o’ cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down.
A faggot of sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar.
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head.
Then we’ll say ol’ Pope is dead.
Hip hip hoorah!
Hip hip hoorah hoorah!
"Old English saying"



"If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky, that would be like the splendor of the mighty one." and "Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds." - Oppenheimer recalling Bhagavad Gita




Listening to Peter Bjorn & John - "Young Folks"

Donec Animus Libertas

After all were gone,
And also the day,
Were among the shadows
Of the alleys in the park
Me and my agony.

Party was for others.
And when it was gone
Were among the shadows
Of the tight alleys
Who I was and who I am.

Everything was to all.
Played, but in the end
Were among the shadows
Of the nightly alleys
Just me, and I without me.

Perhaps in the old park
A party returns to be.
Will be among the shadows
Of the sad alleys
I and who I know I`m not.




"A man's moral conscience is the curse he had to accept from the gods in order to gain from them the right to dream." - William Faulkner




Listening to Chet Baker & Stan Getz - Winter Wonderland

Aeternus eternus nox noctis

Falls the veil and the night comes…
The full moon arrives
But does not warm any body...

Reflecting my beauty,
And I see that is not ephemeral,
Not as I see on the streets...

I show color to the world...
Revealing all that were hidden
Disguised in clouds of routine...

At this moment, a moment of luck,
Minutes would be re-evaluated
Thereafter for every breath 10 would be counted...

And there goes another day,
And you can`t count them...
You just can count on you...
Never look over your shoulder
You only see whats behind...

And as said by a great man...
Opposites only distract themselves,
The ones willing get attracted...
In a Future that was written to be changed…

And just after all that
we know which pieces of the sky
were left behind…




"A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent." William Blake




Listening to Kings of Leon - "Use Somebody"

E Pluribus Unum

Never be distracted by the past,
Do not think of what is already finalized,
Everything will be recorded,
Eternally in the World Soul,
And there will always remain...

If what you seek,
Is made of pure matter,
As a slice of the Philosopher`s stone
It never will rot,
And you can always come back it...

If it was just a moment of light,
As the explosion of a star,
A blink at a true sentiment,
Then you will not find anything
Once you get back...

But seen an explosion of light,
That was your reward,
And this alone will be worth...

In the end, all the search time
Is an encounter with eternity...

Maktub




"Not only does God play dices, but... he sometimes throws them where they cannot be seen." - Stephen Hawking

"Ignorance is never better than knowledge." - Enrico Fermi




Listening to Idan Rachel Project - "Im Teleh"

Vinco Vici Victum

How happy is the human soul
Not enslaved by dull control

Left to dream and roam and play
Shed the guilt of former days

Walking on the foggy shore
Watch the waves come rolling home

Through the veil of pale moonlight
My shadow stretches out its hand…

And so we lay, we lay in the same grave
Our chemical wedding day

Floating in the endless blue
My seed of doubt I leave to you

Let it wither on the ground
Treat it like a plague you found
All my dreams that were outside

In living colour, now alive
And all the lighthouses

Their beams converge to guide me home…




"When you fish for love, bait with your heart, not your brain." - Mark Twain




Listening to Dave Matthews Band - "Crash"

Caelestis animus est aeternus

I`m a man who has
Under my skin petals…
Under my nails thorns…
There are so many nerves around my heart
That in my eyes only delirium stays…

I`m a man who has
Windows as doors…
Ceilings as floors…
And as the cannibal hunger
I sleep in the darkness of miracles…

I can`t see, anymore, the hell that attracted me
I`m a blind man in a castle…
I`m a blind man in a castle…

And from all that, I`ll say goodbye…

I don`t want to sleep anymore
With my eyes opened the sun can warm me…

Barefooted faith walks slowly
Fate runs out from bad luck
And from what remains…

And if you could just look at me…
And if you wanted to find me…
And if you can, please take me home…




"There is nothing to hide and everything to seek. There is nothing to find and everything to be." - Darina Stoyanova




Listening to Bossacucanova - "Essa Moça Tá Diferente"

Destinatus animus profundum - Penetralis

When it's awfully dark
And no one can hear you…
When the night comes
And you just can`t cry…

There's always a light
In the so called desperate tunnel…
There`s always a port
For those who needs to arrive…

After all I`m carrying
A torch for those who drowned…
I`ll keep waiting for you
Promises me it won`t take long…

It`s a long night
for a short life…
But I don`t care
if I could just help you…

There are so many scars…
So many vicious…
So many fears…
That already are a part of what I am…

I just don`t know if I can still swim….




"And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you." - Friedrich Nietzsche.




Listening to Tom Jobim - "Wave"