There, some words of wisdom.

 

Did you look around you´ Did you read, thought and follow the words that are written in the mountain´ Did you look to the sky´

Did you take your time, stayed there for a while´ To think about you, about your life and future´ 

Do whatever you have to do consciously and don´t make everything that cross in your mind.

There´s a trail there, did you follow the spirits and the souls of those who passed through there´

Your thoughts and what did you felt there´

Did you jump into the unknow´

Did you learn to fly´

NGR

Nuno Gonçalo Rosa

Infante Dom Henrique

The Navigator

Ghosts of the Navigator

I have sailed to many lands Now I make my final journey On the bow I stand, west is where I go Through the night I plough Still my heart, calculate and pray As the compass swings, my will is strong I will not be led astray Mysteries of time, clouds that hide the sun But I know, I know, I know I see the ghosts of navigators, but they are lost As they sail into the sunset, they'll count the cost As their skeletons accusing emerge from the sea The sirens of the rocks, they beckon me Take my heart and set it free Carried forward by the waves Nowhere left to run, navigator's son Chasing rainbows all my days, where I go I do not know I only know the place I've been Dreams they come and go, ever shall be so Nothing's real until you feel I steer between the crashing rocks The sirens call my name Lash my hands onto the helm Blood surging with the strain I will not fail now As sunrise comes the darkness left behind For eternity I follow on, there is no other way Mysteries of time, clouds that hide the sun But I know, and I know, I know I see the ghosts of navigators, but they are lost As they sail into the sunset they'll count the cost As their skeletons accusing emerge from the sea The sirens of the rocks, they beckon me Take my heart and set it free Carried forward by the waves Nowhere left to run, navigator's son Chasing rainbows all my days, where I go I do not know I only know the place I've been Dreams they come and go, ever shall be so Nothing's real until you feel I see the ghosts of navigators, but they are lost As they sail into the sunset they'll count the cost As their skeletons accusing emerge from the sea The sirens of the rocks, they beckon me Take my heart and set it free Carried forward by the waves Nowhere left to run, navigator's son Chasing rainbows all my days, where I go I do not know I only know the place I've been Dreams they come and go, ever shall be so Nothing's real until you feel Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Discoveries

The IRA songs

Migration

American civil wars

                                  Gangs of New York

You went there, into the rabbit hole to get in trouble once again. You *ing like it don´t you´ Being their dog.

I´m a dog, a poor dog, and there´s nothing else to do here. In thought plenty to do elsewhere. But as long as I'm here I'll spend my time playing with whatever I have in hand, that entertains me. My blogging, those dogs from the social media that I've been following, my bike, the streets, the roads and some landscapes, the sky and the weather and that's a lot I have, nothing. 

Nothing to do here, plenty to do elsewhere. With or without you. Alone or with someone.

Last night I did sleep well. The breakfast to start the day, a walk in the silent garden. The lunch, don´t know where it was made, who cooked it. Many people are eating and drinking substantially better. The substances of wellbeing that the clowns prescribe to people, in markets, restaurants and bars contribute to the wellbeing of the people as well to their monkey job and business. In the afternoon I bumped into the artists and street clowns. Those who sweep and dirty the streets, clean the house and the ass for personal interests and work, for economic, constitutional and governmental interests and for the services rendered to the nation and the people. Corruption, for government information, judicial information, economic, bank accounts, history of Portugal, an Hollywood blockbuster business.

Those who sweep and dirty the streets, clean the house and the ass for personal interests and work, for economic, constitutional and governmental interests and for the services rendered to the nation and the people.

Scientologists

Scientific studies as an excuse to clean their job and their asses.

The use of brown magic and drugs against people.

A lot of poop and it´s true.

They do whatever they can do to do their job and clean their asses.

Poison Arrows

The television channels, private channels, publicity and newspapers information, interests, job, sickness and diseases. Portuguese colonies....

  Fernando Fernanda  

Clowns

Media, politic parties, politicians, government, dogs

A lot of poop there.

That is it.

We all have a little bit of dog in us.

Poison Arrows

Silence in the air Is anybody there Searching every sound Walking un quiet ground Somebody's out to get you Hiding in shadows poison arrows Somebody's out to break you Hiding in narrows poison arrows When you gonna brake Watching every move you make And everything you do Evil eyes'll be on you Somebody's out to get you Hiding in shadows poison arrows Somebody's out to break you Hiding in narrows - poison arrows Don't give in, don't come any closer, no sir Keep running, coming in closer, closer Don't give in don't come any closer, no sir Keep running coming in closer no sir What you gonna do Time is running out on you Anywhere you choose Anyway you're gonna lose Somebody's out to get you Hiding in shadows poison arrows Somebody's out to break you Hiding in narrows poison arrows

That is it.

I´m doing my things as everyone.

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I told you to not smile.

Eva, behave and control yourself. Don´t get in rabbit holes.

My Pumpkin English

Still learning

If the songs are too Heavy

Low the sound level world

Discovery

When you want the score When you need a helping hand When you find closed doors When you're back where you began Keeping those secrets Telling those lies Can anybody tell me what's the big surprise? Discovery Who has the chance to know it all? Discovery Give me some truth, stop makin' me cry Discovery How can you sleep? How can you turn away? Thinking so cheap Someday you're gonna pay You're keeping secrets I can see in your eyes Can anybody tell me why the big disguise? Discovery Who has the chance to know it all? Discovery Give me some truth, stop makin' me cry Discovery Discovery Who has the chance to know it all? Discovery Give me some truth now, stop makin' me cry Please, give me some chance Give me some confidence Would you please set me free? Oh, someone deliver me Who's keeping secrets? I got my spies Does anybody think we live in paradise? Discovery Who has the chance to know it all? Discovery Give me some truth now, stop makin' me cry Discovery Who has the chance to know it all? Discovery Give me some truth now, stop makin' me cry Discovery