Tell Me Why

This voice is amazing.........this performance is amazing.........this video is amazing...........everything so amazing and so touching......the song and the lyrics too.......i keep watching this video and everytime i watch it, i feel goosebumps......and the message there makes us all feel kind of guilty isnt it?........and this young boy sings it in such a deep and sensitive way..........yeah, a great star is born..........no more words..........Declan Galbraith its his name.......hes now 14 or 15 but in this video i think he was only 9 or 10.........click on the image to go to his site:



and here is this wonderful video.......





Tell Me Why

In my dream, children sing
A song of love for every boy and girl
The sky is blue and fields are green
And laughter is the language of the world
Then i wake and all i see
Is a world full of people in need

Tell me why (why) does it have to be like this?
Tell me why (why) is there something i have missed?
Tell me why (why) cos i don't understand
When so many need somebody
We don't give a helping hand
Tell me why

Everyday i ask myself
What will i have to do to be a man?
Do i have to stand and fight
To prove to everybody who i am?
Is that what my life is for
To waste in a world full of war?

Tell me why? tell me why?
Tell me why? tell me why?
Just tell me why, why, why?

Tell me why (why, why, does the tiger run)
Tell me why (why, why do we shoot the gun)
Tell me why (why, why do we never learn)
Can someone tell us why we let the forest burn?
(why,why do we say we care)
Tell me why (why, why do we stand and stare)
Tell me why (why, why do the dolphins cry)
Can some one tell us why we let the ocean die?
(why, why if we're all the same)
Tell me why (why, why do we pass the blame)
Tell me why (why, why does it never end)
Can some one tell us why we cannot just be friends?
Why,why

Walk alone

Well, since i started this blog nobody has made a comment here......that means or that nobody reads it or if somebody reads it, they have no time nor patience to comment it lol......and if in one hand its a bit annoying because it seems im talking to nobody, sometimes i feel a bit down and some nice word would give me some comfort, in other hand maybe its better like that, because i often say so stupid things here thats better nobody comment them lol

anyway if sometimes somebody jumps here and reads my posts, i want to say sorry if there are some posts where i say things i shouldnt say......but there are some moments when i feel that if i dont talk about whats inside my heart, i feel im going to explode......

but dont worry about not commenting them, i understand.......the fact is that after writing here, when ive my dark clouds, i always feel a bit better............and about comments or no comments, well, it seems i was born to walk alone lol

now i remembered these Whitesnake lyrics:

Here I go Again

I don't know where I'm goin
but I sure know where I've been
hanging on the promises in songs of yesterday.
An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time
but here I go again, here I go again.

Tho' I keep searching for an answer
I never seem to find what I'm looking for.
Oh Lord, I pray you give me strength to carry on
'cos I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams.

Here I go again on my own
goin' down the only road I've ever known.
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone.
An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time.

Just another heart in need of rescue
waiting on love's sweet charity
an' I'm gonna hold on for the rest of my days
'cos I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams.

Here I go again on my own
goin' down the only road I've ever known.
Like a hobo I was born to walk alone.
An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time
but here I go again, here I go again,
here I go again, here I go.

An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time.

Here I go again on my own
goin' down the only road I've ever known.
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
'cos I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams.

Here I go again on my own
goin' down the only road I've ever known.
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone.
An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time
but here I go again, here I go again,
here I go again, here I go,


bye for now to whoever is there (if somebody is there) and have a great day tomorrow :-)

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Image and words

Old Indian wisdom

An old Indian described once his internal conflicts:

“Inside me there are two dogs, one of them is cruel and mean, the other one is very good and docile. They are always fighting.”

When somebody asked him which dog would win the fight, the wise Indian, stopped, meditated and answered:

“The one I will feed.”

Angels

I think we are all our life looking for our angels.......i believe so many times we are surrounded by them but we simply are not able to know they are there.........other times i think our angels are distracted and forget us......

these last days i confess im feeling a bit down, and very often i think why, why im here?

when i was born i had a problem with my lungs, they had some kind of liquid inside them so i couldnt breath.....the doctor had to put a tube inside me to take that liquid out so i could breath, and here i am.......but i think: why i wasnt gone that moment? ive already lived so many years since then, and world isnt better........i havent changed anything in this world...........sometimes i even think that people who are closer to me, i get their lives harder..........sometimes i really think im only a waste of oxygen.........

one day i will be gone, and life will go on..........and people who were closer to me will get habituated to my absence.......some of them will even feel reliefed, i know it...........

and i ask again, why?

there are so many wonderful people in this world, who die........people who have another people who love them and need them, people who make a difference..........but those people suddenly die, and in such a stupid way.........and i ask, why? why the one who choses those people, why that one doesnt chose people like me, instead?

or all this happens randomly with no explanation?

or its destiny?

and meanwhile, between the beginning of our lives and the end, we all keep looking for our angels.........



this night i dreamt about my dog........i had a wonderful dog i loved so much, but she didnt love me, she didnt need me.......she depended on my oldest sister...........but one day my sister decided to change her life and went away from home........i remember my dog waiting for her in the corner of the garden......she didnt know my sister wouldnt come back.........so i decided to win the heart of my dog........and i did it........much more easily than i thought.......in the emptiness that was created in her heart of dog, i appeared, and she accepted me with all her heart.........

im not the kind of person who says "the more i know people the more i love animals", but the truth is that our pets give to us a love thats hard to find in our human friends.........its an unconditional love.......they dont ask for anything.........they dont make questions, they dont judge us, they dont lie to us.............they feel the world belongs to them when we give to them a bit of our attention, a bit of our love........they need us and never get tired of us.........they feel happy only for being near us...........they make us smile when they play.......sometimes we feel down but our cat or our dog makes one of their silly things and suddenly we are laughing :-)

thats why one of the worse days of my life was when i had to ask the vet to finish with the life of my dog.......and sadly at that moment i also had another dogs, and they had the same cruel destiny........love hurts so much, but we cant run away from it........i cant.........

in my dream i was with my dog......Guidinha was the name i gave to her, although my dad had said she was Ingrid........but for me she was always my Guidinha........in my dream my dog was in the car of my brother in law........it seems that in my dream it was him who looked after her.......she was closed in his car and all alone because my brother in law had to go out to make something.......i saw my dog and i wanted to touch her but all windows were closed........but i noticed there was a little hole where my hand could pass so i put my hand there and i started caressing her head......she felt so happy and me too.......because i really miss her.........i asked my brother in law if i could walk her and he said i could........i found two short leashes in the car so i tied both, so my dog would have more space to walk.........and we were walking and it was so nice, we both were so happy.......suddenly i had a thought.......i wanted to run away from there with my dog.......dont know to where we would go.......i only wanted to run away from everything.......with my Guidinha.......

but we knew we couldnt...........


my dear Guidinha

then i awoke........two of my cats were sleeping very peacefully on my bed.........and downstairs there was my song Angels...........my sister was trying to save it to her mobile because she knows thats my song, so everytime i call her she will listen to my Angels.........

life is funny because suddenly my hidden angels decided to appear......in my dreams, because i missed my dear Guidinha so much........in real life, because i love my cats, they have helped me so much with all the love and joy they have...........and my sister, one of my best friends, was listening to my song, and whats the name of that song? Angels

i still dont know why im here.........what im making here? i still dont know why so many times i feel so down, why theres so much sadness in my heart......i still dont know if i can handle this much more time.........but one thing im sure.......ive my angels.........everybody has........but sadly most times we simply ignore where they are......thats why so often we feel so lost, isnt it?

Robbie Williams - Angels


Angels (Robbie Williams)

I sit and wait
does an angel contemplate my fate
and do they know
the places where we go
when we´re grey and old
´cos I´ve been told
that salvation lets their wings unfold
so when I’m lying in my bed
thoughts running through my head
and I feel that love is dead
I’m loving angels instead

and through it all
she offers me protection
a lot of love and affection
whether I’m right or wrong
and down the waterfall
wherever it may take me
I know that life wont break me
when I come to call
she wont forsake me
I’m loving angels instead

when I’m feeling weak
and my pain walks down
a one way street
I look above
and I know ill always be blessed with love
and as the feeling grows
she breathes flesh to my bones
and when love is dead
I’m loving angels instead

and through it all
she offers me protection
a lot of love and affection
whether I’m right or wrong
and down the waterfall
wherever it may take me
I know that life wont break me
when I come to call
she wont forsake me
I’m loving angels instead

The little prince (chapter 21)

Im going to post here all the 21rst chapter of the wonderful book "The Little Prince".......in my opinion its not only the most beautiful moment of that book but maybe of all books ive already read.......maybe because it explains in a very simple way what real love is......any kind of love :-)

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It was then that the fox appeared.

"Good morning," said the fox.

"Good morning," the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.

"I am right here," the voice said, "under the apple tree."

"Who are you?" asked the little prince, and added, "You are very pretty to look at."

"I am a fox," the fox said.

"Come and play with me," proposed the little prince. "I am so unhappy."

"I cannot play with you," the fox said. "I am not tamed."

"Ah! Please excuse me," said the little prince.

But, after some thought, he added:

"What does that mean--'tame'?"

"You do not live here," said the fox. "What is it that you are looking for?"

"I am looking for men," said the little prince. "What does that mean--'tame'?"

"Men," said the fox. "They have guns, and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for chickens?"

"No," said the little prince. "I am looking for friends. What does that mean--'tame'?"

"It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. It means to establish ties."

"'To establish ties'?"

"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . ."

"I am beginning to understand," said the little prince. "There is a flower . . . I think that she has tamed me . . ."

"It is possible," said the fox. "On the Earth one sees all sorts of things."

"Oh, but this is not on the Earth!" said the little prince.

The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious.

"On another planet?"

"Yes."

"Are there hunters on that planet?"

"No."

"Ah, that is interesting! Are there chickens?"

"No."

"Nothing is perfect," sighed the fox.

But he came back to his idea.

"My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . ."

The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.

"Please--tame me!" he said.

"I want to, very much," the little prince replied. "But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand."

"One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox. "Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me . . ."

"What must I do, to tame you?" asked the little prince.

"You must be very patient," replied the fox. "First you will sit down at a little distance from me--like that--in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day . . ."

The next day the little prince came back.

"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox. "If, for example, you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you . . . One must observe the proper rites . . ."

"What is a rite?" asked the little prince.

"Those also are actions too often neglected," said the fox. "They are what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours. There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all."

So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--

"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."

"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . ."

"Yes, that is so," said the fox.

"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.

"Yes, that is so," said the fox.

"Then it has done you no good at all!"

"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields." And then he added:

"Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret."

The little prince went away, to look again at the roses.

"You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world."

And the roses were very much embarassed.

"You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or ever sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.

And he went back to meet the fox.

"Goodbye," he said.

"Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."

"What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important."

"It is the time I have wasted for my rose--" said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember.

"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose . . ."

"I am responsible for my rose," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

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I need to say this before i explode.......

there was a legend of a guy that everything he touched transformed in gold.......

im just the opposite......everything i touch i simply destroy it.......please everybody run away from me......

:-(

Rain, rain go away

Rain, rain go away
The sky is so dark
And everything so sad



Rain, rain go away
People outside are only shadows
And there's only shadows inside my heart



Rain, rain go away
I want to go out and play with the sun
I want to be child again



Rain, rain go away
All nature is crying
And I'm crying with it



Rain, rain go away
And take with you all my pain
Let me smile again



Rain, rain please go away
I dont want to live forever
In this land of endless tears

Rain, rain go away

Anonymous

Valentines day

Well, im so happy Valentines day has finished :-) that day always makes me sad, dont know why.........thinking about how great must be to have somebody to share that day........and when we dont have them, it seems life gets emptier...........its kind of trying to celebrate Christmas without having a family nor friends, or kind of trying to be in a party without being invited.......we see the others having fun and a good time, but we are outside all alone watching them and we have nobody with us to share a smile or a hug.......so i must confess i really dont like Valentines.........but sometimes little things happen in those days and suddenly it seems everything changes.........as if a rainbow appeared on the sky after a rainy day.........anything can happen to make that miracle, a word, a smile, a card, a flower, anything.......anything very simple.........anything that shows we are wrong, and that we cant feel so sad nor alone........anything that shows that life hasnt always the dark colours as sometimes we paint it.......sometimes life can be pink too :-) and yellow, and red, and blue, and orange :-)

Happy birthday Rob!!!

Today, 13 February is Robbie Williams 33rd birthday, and im sending lots of messages for him wishing a wonderful day and a wonderful life, but i ask to me: will Rob read at least one of my messages? so many fans posting messages for him in lots of sites, but the truth is that maybe Rob will never read them......is this fair? i ask........how somebody who is so famous and who has such a busy life, how somebody like that can have time, or patience, to jump in the confused world of internet and read all messages, or at least some, that his fans write to him? of course people can dream and think "well maybe he will read them", so they (we) keep posting messages for Rob :-)

we cant blame him if he wont read them, but it seems a bit unfair that somebody who is so important to so many peoples lives, somebody who means so much to so many people all over the world, somebody who changes moods and habits with his songs and lyrics, why his fans, and im talking about the good fans and not the stalkers, why all those fans dont have the right to deserve a little corner in his heart and a little bit of his attention?

its not fair but its completely understandable, because life is like that.........but as hope is last thing to die, here is once again the little work i made for Robs birthday :-)

happy birthday Rob!!! XXXXXXXX

Emptiness

Emptiness

Looking outside but there's nothing outside
Looking inside but there's only me
Sun not shining
Rain not falling

I hear the birds
But where are them?

TV on making its noises
Don't know what´s there

Emptiness

I feel a fog in my head
My eyes are open but they are still sleeping

Oh, I can see the birds now
Flying on the roofs of the houses
Birds are free
And maybe they are happy
Or they ignore what's happiness
They simply are as they are

Emptiness

Why people think?
World would be happier if people didn't think

Thinking about things
Things as loneliness
As sadness
Things as emptiness

Birds keep singing
TV keeps making its silly noises
And my head has a dark cloud inside it

Maybe it will rain today
I think

Emptiness


Anonymous

Hurt

Such a beautiful song Hurt from Christina Aguilera.....a beautiful and touching and so sad song.......in some things i see a bit of me in this song dont know why......

life with my father wasnt easy and he has already gone years ago and i still blame him for things that happened or didnt happen in my life.......he made my family and me suffer so much because he was such a difficult person.........only the day he died i found out he was schyzophrenic....i never thought he had that disease.....nobody had told that to me nor to my sisters.........i always thought he had a very difficult personality and that there was nothing that could be done.....

i knew he didnt love me and so, so many times he hurted me and humiliated me......and i had to accept that.......those things we cant forget..........those things will be our shadow till the end of our days...........we cant get rid of them........

but sometimes i think things could be different, who knows? and who knows if my dad loved us at his own way? i know he suffered inside his heart, he always felt misunderstood and rejected by the society.........but why we payed for that? we never ask our parents to be our parents.........we are born to this world without asking for anything.....but if we have a bit of love around us, thats pratically enough, as the water that plants need to survive.......but if we have no love, why that happens? have we done something wrong in other life and then we must pay for it?

confused thougts always in my head and in my heart and so many times i wished things would have been different........and so many times i blame my dad for my weaknesses..........am i right? am i being fair?

and i only hugged him once all his life, a few days before he died..........

Christina Aguilera Hurt Lyrics

Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face
You told me how proud you were, but I walked away
If only I knew what I know today
Ooh, ooh

I would hold you in my arms
I would take the pain away
Thank you for all you've done
Forgive all your mistakes
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To hear your voice again
Sometimes I wanna call you
But I know you won't be there

Ohh I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself by hurting you

Some days I feel broke inside but I won't admit
Sometimes I just wanna hide 'cause it's you I miss
And it's so hard to say goodbye
When it comes to this, oooh

Would you tell me I was wrong?
Would you help me understand?
Are you looking down upon me?
Are you proud of who I am?

There's nothing I wouldn't do
To have just one more chance
To look into your eyes
And see you looking back

Ohh I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself, ohh

If I had just one more day
I would tell you how much that I've missed you
Since you've been away
Ooh, it's dangerous
It's so out of line
To try and turn back time

I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself by hurting you

The 4 Candles

A message of hope in this little film :-)

London Eye

This picture of the London Eye is amazing, so please click on the image to see it larger :-)

Quote of the day

"It is well to remember that the entire population of the universe, with one trifling exception, is composed of others".

Andrew J. Holmes, 1946

The Story Of Rose

Here is a little diamond i found in MySpace :-)
sometimes we find the best things when we are not looking for them

its a great lesson of life :-)

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Kind of weird tonight

Feeling kind of weird this night.....i was going to bed but before that i needed to talk but as nobody is here i must talk to my blog lol..........was now in MySpace a bit, dont know making what, watching a few blogs and videos, sending a few messages, killing the time, i think.......wasnt in the mood to do something else........wasnt in the mood to go to bed earlier......often i love to go to bed because while i sleep i dont think about things that hurt me......but sometimes ive dreams i dont understand and make me even more confuse........

so many times i wished i had a little hiding-place in my room and nobody knew about it..........when i felt bad i would hide there and i could stay there one hour, one week, one month and nobody would miss me...........as if time would have stopped.......dont like to feel what im feeling now, kind of weird........and cant explain it.......as if something inside me is dying slowly, as if something is missing but cant look for it because dont know what it is...........wanting to cry but my tears dont want to fall.....or maybe not wanting to cry because im so tired of crying..........grrrrrrrrrrr sometimes my life is so stupid.............

its too late.........maybe im only tired.......

going to bed.......

hope tomorrow im feeling better.........

if somebody is there, have a good night

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