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Fame and Fortune, Family and Friends

I am back to The Alterium, the website for the alternative. The same goes for the fetish / BDSM oriented website where I was also at. I got them deleted, because I started thinking of the serious possibility of sudden fame & fortune. What would happen if that famous artist of any kind (me) were discovered in such places. The same thought has gone through Facebook and Twitter, but this was more because of family and some acquaintances... I did started a new Facebook account and started to change some settings on it. I have started to change the settings on Twitter, but I would be possibly still there, change settings, writing on my profiles, doing the whole demanding thing, without having the time to do whatever has pleased me the most. Well, screw them. About whatever I do online, not everyone needs to know the links or the reasons that led me here or there about family, they have put themselves in the position of strangers, where they have no reason or the right to an opinion ab

De volta às velhas estradas

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Como podemos avançar, se o passado continua a aparecer-nos à frente? Vemos o mesmo fogo no olhar, vemos o mesmo jeito sem medo, sem receio. Como podemos avançar, se vem sempre um dia de sol, substituído por um dia de chuva? E a chuva cai com força lá fora. De tempos a tempos, a trovoada rasga os céus. Estou defronte de velhas estradas. As ruas são diferentes, sem deixarem de ser sempre as mesmas. As ruas são as mesmas, mas nunca deixaram de evoluir ao seu jeito. Estou defronte de velhas estradas que, mesmo a medo, irei percorrer. irei procurar encontrar nas mesmas velhas e sujas esquinas, embora comece por deixar certas pessoas de parte. Porque não?! O teu olhar ainda tem aquele fogo, mas é um fogo diferente. Mais perigoso. Por isso mesmo, somos amigos. Por isso mesmo, miúda, eu gosto de ti!

Thunderstorm

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I was walking down the streets, I could the see the very dark clouds in the horizon. I thought: "it seems that a thunderstorm is on the way" and in the immediate next second, the lightning ripped the sky. The rain falls outside and I'm just sitting on a barely empty Internet Indian shop. A black man types in his computer, in the other corner of the store, while the two Indian men are speaking between themselves. The changes have started not too long ago. But there's so much needing to be changed yet. Like the thunderstorm took it time to reach the sky of the city, I'll need my own time to make and improve the necessary changes. Right now, I only have to please myself online, the way it really pleases me the most.

Maybe we'll remember

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Maybe this will help you to remember where did you came from. Maybe this will remember you where have you been in the meantime. Maybe through the musics I am sharing with you, you'll feel my presence close to you. My spirit will travel next to yours, it'll hug you and tell you: "everything will be just OK!". Or maybe my spirit is wiser than my body and my mind and it'll stay in silence. I do want to believe that I am growing mature in my way of dealing with people and with the world. I do want to believe that I am growing mature on my relationship with myself and with my art and with what I do like and enjoy. But it always takes time. It always takes the time of out-growing of all the fears and insecurities, of all those negative people in our lives. Maybe this'll help us both to remember where did we came from and to where we're walking to.