Poema do simulador

Sinistrado profissional
Revisor crónico certificado
Antigo atleta profissional
Agora “totalmente incapacitado”

Vem com colar cervical,
Apoio unilateral,
Suporte braquial.

Tem dores todo o dia,
Lombalgia, talalgia
Vai ao MGF e à Ortopedia
Traz relatório da Psicologia
Onde lhe avalialiaram o dano

“Tenho problemas de amor
Quero incapacidade permanente,
Foi tudo do acidente!!
Justiça por favor!!”

“Nunca mais fui o que era!”
Queixas da estratosfera
“Ai não me toque que me desespera”
“E vai que ainda me piora!!!”

O entorse de grau I.

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Bolachas deliciosas

Hoje no Pingo Doce, decidi trazer umas bolachas diferentes. Aqui vai um post sobre as escolhidas e porque vale a pena.

Em primeiro lugar, todos temos saudades da DanCake. Pelo menos aqueles que já passaram do 3 mais zero para cima 🙂 E ninguém sabe muito bem o que são cranberries.. Alguém sabe? No Pingo Doce há quem ache que são mirtilos.. mas não são. O google diz que são oxicocos… que nome tão estranho para uma bagazinha…

Nesta variedade das bolachas extraordinárias estão lá os benditos oxicocos, que fazem maravilhas na prevenção das ITUs, dizem.. Mas os senhoritos hipster que tomaram conta da DanCake acharam que era demasiado estranho colocar oxicoco no pacote de um produto modernaço-vintage. Talvez faça lembrar óxido de alguma coisa, oxigénio, dióxido de carbono ou qualquer coisa quem sabe ate tóxica!!!

Não importa, as bolachas são ótimas. Para eu escrever um post sobre bolachas é porque são mesmo fabulosas, eu sou muito exigente com bolachas! Experimentem!

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Aqui uma foto que lhes tirei, duas bolachas já desaparecidas… 😉

Little (wannabe) drummer girl

So, I’m a drummer girl now. Ever since I started to learn the drums in Setúbal a couple of years ago I always had this crave for going deeper into it. Two months ago I decided it was time to optimize my human skills and instead of going out shopping and get me more stupid stuff I don’t need I got myself a drummie. I also started to have lessons with a real (expensive) teacher 🙂

So, after a bunch of lessons I can already do this and some other rythyms more. I’m still fighting with position, rythym and coordination as you can see, but I am quite satisfied actually! 🙂 Gotta get me a new metronome now!

I died waiting

The me and the I

Have undergone this fight

Have took this funny flight

Between the gut and the civilization.

Was I ever to come

To more than this chewing gum

That is now all there is left to endure

Take my words and take them for granted

Because now it’s all unmended

It’s all I’ve come to, a surrended

Frog smashed on the floor

To someone that has passed

From familiar to the ash

From light and day to a crash

Lost under these tired bones

Like all

There is to come

Like the pleasure and like the stones

That you have thrown to my restless bones

That are yet to hear an adore

Like the desert, like the shore

Like the things I wanted more

And like the lies I told myself

In this wreckless raging shelve

In wich I oblivious waited for

It’s all that it’s all that’s there is more

Like a desert like a shore

Like the things I wanted more

And like craving for an adore you

That never came, never made me more than

A stupid dizzy whore

Waiting for something else

Dying inside itself as you stared into the fucking floor.

Can’t

Can’t smile

Can’t feel excited

Can’t see the bright side

Can’t listen to happy songs

Can’t

Can’t like you, can’t hate you

Can’t say that I’m alright

Can’t say I’m torn to shreads

Sometimes I can

But this time I can’t

You make me can’t, you make me can’t do

All the things that I think I want to

But can’t force myself to believe

That I can’t imagine the things I can achieve

Can’t say I was a saint

Can’t say I was a devil

Can’t whisper, can’t pray

Can’t scream, I can’t unravel

I don’t even say I can

I just say can’t

Because I am lost is this absence, because the I was lost in this desert

Because that crush was so big that I can’t even feel myself

I can’ feel pleasure and I can’t say if it’s pain

It’s so dry that you have left me

Not a memory that isn’t vain

Afte you say you can’t

Like this cannever be

I won’t whisper, can’t say I can’t

Will I ever come to be

All the things that I can be

And that you took them all from me.