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Johnny Depp, Amber Heard And The Media

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  I have been pondering about wether to write this or not, but this makes sense to me. I tend to voice my opinion on quite a few things, topics and people, and this is one of those topics (and this beautiful person portrayed here) that I feel the need to write about. As most people seem to know, Johnny Depp is in court, batling a defamation lawsuit that he opened / filed against his ex-wife Amber Heard. Not that long ago, Johnny Depp has been accused by her (I'll avoid typing her name or name calling, as I feel like doing so) of domestic violence. As usual, when a woman claims that she has suffered of domestic violence, men are seen as the villain , without the so called presumption of innocence . And this is what happened in this relationship and the supposed violence from Jonnhy Depp: Hollywood hurried to destroy Johnny Depp, he's been stripped of movie roles, like the iconic Jack Sparrow, tabloids harrassed the man and made him guilty... of something he was innocent of. It t

Easter time: cleaning and rebirth time

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  This is Easter time. This is the time of rebirth like Christ Himself, the time to rise from my own ashes, like the Phoenix. And having written this, I am thinking about social media and the amount of accounts that I follow uselessly. Twitter is in worse conditions: I have followed almost 2000 accounts recently. Mostly linked to gay porn, accounts that share gay clips and certain men who share semi-nudes, teasing their viewers to buy a subscription for their OnlyFans accounts. It's useless and I followed most of them because the images were pleasant. I have even thought about getting myself an alt account, so that I could follow certain accounts freely. It happenes that my Twitter account is 11 years old, I have a massive number of people who have blocked me, including politicians and political parties in my country and I'll honestly stick to those honor badges. I'll unfollow the vast majority of people and accounts that I came to follow and stick to those whom I've re

GIF of a Woman Smoking

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I miss Tumblr. Therefore, I have decided to share this old GIF that has been shared in this blog before.

As Crónicas Da Vítima

  Se me seguiam no meu blog das "Crónicas da Vítima", decidi eliminar o mesmo, não sem antes fazer a migração para os blogs do Sapo.  Não deixei, também, de importar todos os textos para aqui, uma vez que tenho este blog desde 2007 ou 2008 e é o espaço que existe há mais tempo. Por vezes, é necessário tomar decisões e livrarmo-nos de "pontas soltas", o que era um pouco com o que acontecia com todos os blogs que mantinha - eram três (3), para escrever a mesma coisa, fosse em Português ou em Inglês. Como tal, este blog tornou-se bilingue, ou seja, escreverei por aqui em Português e em Inglês, mantendo sempre a fidelidade a mim mesmo. Escreverei, como dantes, os meus sentimentos e os meus pensamentos. Escreverei opiniões e farei textos em que darei a minha opinião sobre filmes, jogos, livros que veja, jogue ou leia. Sei que, para algumas pessoas, isto não terá importância, pois não se darão ao trabalho de procurar-me ou de procurar o porquê de não verem mais textos meu

Poema "Outro Nascimento" de Forugh Farrokhzad

 Ontem, para a tag poesias dos blogs do Sapo, decidi fazer uma tradução do poema "Another Birth" de Forugh Farrokhzad. Transcrevo aqui a mesma tradução, visto ser dos meus poemas favoritos! Todo o meu ser é um canto negro que te carregará perpetuando-te ao alvorecer de crescimentos e florescimentos eternos neste canto eu suspirei tu suspiraste eu enxertei-te à árvore à água ao fogo. A vida é talvez uma longa rua através da qual uma mulher a segurar um cesto passa todos os dias A vida é talvez uma corda com a qual um homem se enforca num ramo a vida é talvez uma criança a regressar a casa da escola. A vida é talvez acender um cigarro no repouso narcótico entre duas rondas de amor ou o olhar ausente de um passageiro que tira o seu chapéu a outro passageiro com um sorriso insignificante e um "bom dia!. A vida é talvez aquele momento íntimo em que o meu olhar se destrói na pupila dos teus olhos e é o sentimento que porei na impressão da Lua e na percepção da Noite. Num quart

To Elizabeth

Facebook and Instagram: leaving Europe?

  In the last few days, I came accross a few articles on news outlets that Meta (ex-Facebook) was warning that it could shut down it services for Facebook and Instagram itself , however many European leaders said that life would be very good without it. (click the lick and read the latest article) Throughout the base of people I follow on Twitter, the Europeans seemed to rejoice with the possibility of Facebook and Instagram shutting down around here, being me one of them. What made Meta (I always type Facebook, because I forget that the company's name has changed to Meta) issue such warning were the laws in the EU that prevent companies like Meta itself and other foreign companies to transfer Europeans' data, store and process it in the USA. Of course that we, Europeans, are happy that the European Commission is safeguarding our data, especially with the scandal of Facebook selling data to Cambridge Analytica , which granted the company fines from countries all over the globe.

I am no longer in that place of the past.

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  Back in the day, I used to worry a bit less, care a bit less, yet I still thought a little bit too much. Back in the day, I also used to wish it was everything different: me, people around me, life. Back in the day, I used to wish I was someone else, I wish I loved someone else, I wish I wished someone else. I gave you a little of myself. I gave you the end to your curiosity, I gave you your first experience with a man, I gave you me whole. I kept on saying "no, no and no" and you kept on insisting "come on, show me what you can do". You're younger and I am older, you are (or were?) a straight boy and I am a gay man. I gave you whatever you wanted and got a big nothing in return. It's OK, I'm not expcting anything either way. I used to publish pictures taken from the Internet and I used to don't worry about it. Then came a time that I started worrying about what others would say about me. I would worry about what others would think. Then here i am

Modern Age: President Simulator Review

  Modern Age: President Simulator is a game from the Ukranian company Oxiwyle that, as the name implies, simulates the life as the President of a country. The game is quite good, if you enjoy games of simulation, especially those which simulate geopolitical problems and ways to solve it. The game has a good mechanic: to begin with, the game starts off with very few factories and a starving population (at least, this is what I experience while playing with my country, Portugal). We don't have gold as a natural resource, therefore the money is very low and it'll decrease tendencially and exponencialy if you don't watch countless videos to earn more 40 of a daily income for the country. This if you want to keep up with the constant necessity to spend money to buy the necessary goods (food) to keep your population fed and happy, because not having gold as a natural resource makes you unable build gold mines. This is, in my optic, a downside of this game. There is also the nece