Here it is:I...

Here it is:I Know, I AloneI know, I aloneHow much it hurts, this heartWith no faith nor lawNor melody nor thought.Only I, only IAnd none of this can I sayBecause feeling is like the skySeen, nothing in it to see.Fernando Pessoa (1932)Translated by alexmatt on 06/03 somewhere between 3 and 5 am

Loneliness

Today my friends went back to Polland, my two good friends, Radek and Ewa, I miss them already, they where my only friend in this city, always ready to listen to me, to help me when I needed, to be just great friends....I feel even lonelier now in this city, far from what I used to call home, and far from anyone I can call a friend, someone I can talk to when I feel lonely, someone to be there for me....It is just ,,,, I don't know what it is, .....I won't be sleeping again this night, too depressed for that, maybe I'll get going with another Poem.....

stupid flat mate

ahhhrrrrggg.... the stupid guy who lives in the room besides mine just quicked the ADSL modem and screwed up completely the ethernet cable, I had to make a new ending using a kitchen knife and fingernail pliers.....

I was a...

I was almost done with the camera, new mirror, LCD working quite well, then, the motor was not loading the bloody film. ... and I just don't have the tools here, so I went to 3 different camera shops and not one of them would let me use their tools, .... one offered to fix it for 150 quid !!!!, that was a 30 pound repair,, so in the end a guy offered me 100 quid for the camera and I just sold it, Money for Whitby !!!! just need to find a ticket now...

If, After I D...

If, After I Die" If, after I die, they should want to write my biography, There's nothing more simple. I had just two dates, of my birth and of my death. In between the one and the other all the days where mine. I am easy to describe. I lived like mad. I loved things without any sentimentality. I never had a desire I could not fulfil, because I never went blind. Even hearing was to me never more than an accompaniment of seeing. I understood that things are real and all different from each other; I understood it with the eyes, never with thinking. To understand it with thinking would be to find them all equal. One day I felt sleepy like a child. I closed my eyes and slept. And by the way, I was only Nature poet."..Fernando Pessoa, Portuguese PoetTranslated by alexmatt on 10/03...