Gotta be somebody

"This time, I wonder what it feels like
To find the one in this life,
the one we all dream of
But dreams just aren't enough
So I'll be waiting for the real thing,
I'll know it by the feeling
The moment when we're meeting,
will play out like a scene
Straight off the silver screen
So I'll be holding my own breath,
right up 'til the end
Until that moment when,
I find the one that I'll spend forever with
Cause nobody wants to be the last one there
Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares
Someone to love with my life in their hands
There's gotta be somebody for me like that
Cause nobody wants to do it on their own
And everyone wants to know they're not alone
There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere
There's gotta be somebody
for me out there
Tonight, out on the street,
out in the moonlight
And dammit this feels too right,
it's just like deja vu
Me standing here with you
So I'll be holding my own breath,
could this be the end
Is it that moment when,
I find the one that
I'll spend forever with
Cause nobody wants to be the last one there
Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares
Someone to love with my life in their hands
There's gotta be somebody for me like that
Cause nobody wants to do it on their own
And everyone wants to know they're not alone
There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere
There's gotta be somebody for me out there
You can't give up,
looking for a diamond in the rough
You never know, when it shows up,
make sure you're holding on...."

I Have A Dream Today.....

"É melhor tentar e falhar,

que preocupar-se a ver a vida passar.

É melhor tentar, ainda que em vão,

que sentir-se fazendo nada até o final.

Eu prefiro na chuva caminhar,

que em dias tristes em casa me esconder.

Prefiro ser feliz,

embora louco,

que em conformidade viver."

Martin Luther King

Liszt, Hungarian Rhapsody No.2

I am an Hungarian.

Once upon a time...

Once upon a time, in a place called
Bucharest,
capital of
Magyar Kingdom,
where they actually
speak in czech,
and their currency
is the Dracma.....




In a Kingdom,
Far Far Away....
Castles,
Brigdes,
The River,
Baths,
Strudel,
Beer,
Flowers,
Sunny Skies...
It´s
A Fairy Tale.
Budapest

DO U FEEL.....LIKE U AND I....BELONG.

BETTER THAN THIS

"Is this what you meant?
Is this
What you dreamed of?
When you were making
Your plans
Shaking the dirt off?
Do you feel like you
And i belong?
(oh, ah, oh)
Just keep your eyes
On the road
And nothing can go wrong

You could do so much
Better than this
You could do so much
Better than this

I've been checking my sums
Oh where did the time go?
Holding my photograph up
To the window
Through the paper
A refracted sun
(oh, ah, oh)
I can see all the things
I wish that i'd done

You can hang your hopes
On the bedsits masses
You can put your faith
In the foreign
You can tell yourself
You can do your best
You could do so much
Better than this

Get a grip on yourself
Get a grip on yourself
Could have been something
But you're too late
And you
Wouldn't want it anyway

Just a photograph
From the wrong time
'cause there
Is no soap star
Holding your hand
You can see yourself
In a freeze-frame
Must be someone else
Using your name

And everyone
Will be the same
And everyone will __
And everywhere
You'll...

do better than this...."

What Goes Around, Comes Around

"E se um dia ou uma noite um demônio se esgueirasse em tua mais solitária solidão e te dissesse: "Esta vida, assim como tu vives agora e como a viveste, terás de vivê-la ainda uma vez e ainda inúmeras vezes: e não haverá nela nada de novo, cada dor e cada prazer e cada pensamento e suspiro e tudo o que há de indivisivelmente pequeno e de grande em tua vida há de te retornar, e tudo na mesma ordem e sequência - e do mesmo modo esta aranha e este luar entre as árvores, e do mesmo modo este instante e eu próprio. A eterna ampulheta da existência será sempre virada outra vez - e tu com ela, poeirinha da poeira!". Não te lançarias ao chão e rangerias os dentes e amaldiçoarias o demônio que te falasses assim? Ou viveste alguma vez um instante descomunal, em que lhe responderías: "Tu és um deus e nunca ouvi nada mais divino!" Se esse pensamento adquirisse poder sobre ti, assim como tu és, ele te transformaria e talvez te triturasse: a pergunta diante de tudo e de cada coisa: "Quero isto ainda uma vez e inúmeras vezes?" pesaria como o mais pesado dos pesos sobre o teu agir! Ou, então, como terias de ficar de bem contigo e mesmo com a vida, para não desejar nada mais do que essa última, eterna confirmação e chancela?"
Friedrich Nietzsche

Time Is Running Out

"I think I'm drowning
asphyxiated
I wanna break the spell
that you've created

You're something beautiful
a contradiction
I wanna play the game
I want the friction

You will be
the death of me
yeah, you will be
the death of me

Bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

And our time is running out
and our time is running out
you can't push it underground
you can't stop it screaming out

I wanted freedom
Bound and restricted
I tried to give you up
but I'm addicted

Now that you know I'm trapped
sense of elation
you'll never dream of
breaking this fixation

you will squeeze the
life out of me

Bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

And our time is running out
and our time is running out
you can't push it underground
you can't stop it screaming out
how did it come to this

Ooh ooh ooh
yea yea yea yea yea
ooh ooh ooh

You will suck the life out of me

Bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

And our time is running out
and our time is running out
you can't push it underground
you can't stop it screaming out

How did it come to this

Ooh ooh ooh
yea yea yea yea yea "

Adoro,
Amo esta música,
Absolutamente
Fantástica!!!

A importância das pessoas

"E de novo acredito que nada do que é importante se perde verdadeiramente.

Apenas nos iludimos, julgando ser donos das coisas, dos instantes e dos outros.

Comigo caminham todos os mortos que amei, todos os amigos que se afastaram, todos os dias felizes que se apagaram.

Não perdi nada, apenas a ilusão de que tudo podia ser meu para sempre."
M.S.T.