Mais um dia, e outro

Pegar no corpo, lavar. Tocou um despertador, levantar. Olhos semi-abertos, cambalear.

O cançasso permanece, a água escorre levando o dormir mas não o sono. A toalha, o vapor, pele molhada, despertada. Cremes, gavetas abertas, roupa no corpo, sapatos na mão. Cabelo molhado. Uma cama por fazer, a fome.

Cereais, leite, comer. Lavar dentes, escova no cabelo. Mochila no ombro, sair. Telemóvel no bolso, correr. Autocarro, sentar. Chegar, falar, aprender, ensinar. Sair, andar, calor. Um passeio por Lisboa, uma companhia desejada. Um desejo forte, uma queijada na mão. Um dia, outro. Especial, estranho. Bons e maus. Mão no cabelo. Música, riso, o toque, a dança. O pescoço, o sinal, a barriga. Mais um dia, outro. E passam. Um filme, um livro, uma vista. Um texto, umas palavras. Um pensamento, solto. Uma lembrança, livre.

"Named Killers" - Intro

7 years ago, and still counting on the endless calender. 7 more to go, 7 more for all of it to end...

Shannon Baley... profile: Caucasian, 27, red hair, green eyes, perfect shooting and maneuver with fire armory, specialist in Aiki - Krav Maga (Krav Maga/Aikido/Jiu Jitsu), An Ch'i (Chinese equivalent of the Ninja, the Lin Kuei "forest demons") and Fujiwara Ryu (ancient Ninjutsu art).

Ivan Shaw... profile: black, 35, bald, light brown eyes, the best with knives and swords, specialist in Escrima, Negishi-Ryu(system of throwing knifes), Balika Jujitsu (knife fighting system) and Kuhapdo (Korean sword art).

Fitzroy Maclean... profile: Caucasian, 31, blond, brown eyes, exquisite in archery, specialist in Capoeira, Kung Sul ("the skill of the bow" Korean archery), Narita Ryu (ancient Ninjutsu art from the Iga region) and Kakalaau (stick fighting style - Hawaii).

These are the 3 best killers alive. And in their group, 5 more soldiers of death under the 3 supremos.
With an existence in the dark but well known in the light. Terrifying for never failing. Feared for never seen. Spoken always as a myth in these years of a chaotic planet, destroyed and slowly diying, ruled by over-power, lies and capitalism.
This is not a story about the angels that come and save the day; it's not about the saviors of the world. It is a tale about real people, fearless killers, and phony rulers.
Right now is not the beginning, not the end.
It is the ending of the beginning and the beginning of the end. The middle.
The beginning was the year 0, finding the best. From there on, well trained. Chosen people to take-down. Names to destroy.
14 year to clear up the mess left by the past. 7 well cleaned, 7 more to purify. No mercy. The job had to be taken to the end. No quiting. No giving up.
That was the idea, but right in the middle the structure was shaken and the telling of the tale begins, for until now there was nothing to say.

"Named Killers" - Chap One

the beginning of the end

"Well then... knock your self out!"
(I don't know why he had to shout at me.
It's a beautiful day, I can look out the open window and smell all that's happening outside, what a beautiful day.
But why does he shout? Why doesn't he understand? I'm not going to fight anymore! I told him, Azir was the last one! I told him! Damn it, now I'm upset! On such a beautiful day!)
Her eyes absorbed every movement outside the window. Trying to decide if Ivan was right to be mad at her for wanting out. She was the best, never afraid, never tired, never failed, never did anything wrong. Until now. She was going to stop.
"Shannon please! Listen to me!..."
"Stop it! I told you! I'm out! OUT!"
"You can't! You just can't! What will happen to the rest of us Shannon? Think about that. How the hell are we going to go on without you?"
"Now you listen Ivan, stop blaming me for your failure OK!? I've been with you long enough, you should know how to do things on your own! I mean, come on! You're just as good as me!"
"That's the thing, we're not! And OK I'm good, no doubt about that! But you are crucial here! You out and it's all down the hill until there's nothing left of us."
"Ivan please! You're not the drama queen type! What's going on with you?"
He grabs her arms, pulls her close to him and breathing on her neck whispers.
"Shannon, I don't wanna kill you."
She chuckles, gets away from his grabbing.
"WHAT!? Are you fucking crazy Ivan!?"
"You leave and that's it. Azir's not dead babe. And he wants your head. You out and that's it, I'll kill you."
She laughs really loud.
"Ivan you are too much! Kill me?... And how will you kill me if you'll be dead first!?"

and that's how far we got... some other day.

"The second largest?"

"That wouldn't impress Rick."

Uma pequena graçola, porque EU sou uma COMÉDIA!!

Whats My Age Again?

I took her out, it was a Friday night
I wore cologne to get the feeling right
We started makin' out and she took off my pants
But then, I turned on the TV

And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're 23
And are still more amused by TV shows
What the hell is ADD, my friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?

Then later on, on the drive home
I called her mom from a pay phone
I said I was the cops and your husband's in jail
This state looks down on sodomy

And that's about the time that bitch hung up on me
Nobody likes you when you're 23
And are still more amused by prank phone calls
What the hell is call ID, my friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?

And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're 23
And you still act like you're in freshman year
What the hell is wrong with me, my friends say I should act my age
What's my age again?

That's about the time that she broke up with me (what's my age again?)
No one should take themselves so seriously
With many years ahead to fall in line
Why would you wish that on me, I'll never wanna act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?

What's my age again...

Atchun!

Someone help! Allergies on the run... can't write no more, i.... i..... i ATCHUN!...

computer says no... erh, erh...

Now I say

I think I'm falling for you...

Bora aí Matilde?

Já se tem saudades de uma musiquinha,
umas gargalhadas, belas vozes de cozinha.
De noventa notas acertar em cem,
e com engano pensar: Eu canto bem!

Formar equipas, trocar de microfone,
gargantas a explodir, e sempre um mirone.
A felicidade é genuína, a competição é feroz,
a convicção que alguém tem a melhor voz...

A rainha não está, e lá no fundo dorme a Cinderela.
Podemos soltar as vozes! 'Bora lá oh caramela.
Beber copos de água e voz já afónica,
lembrar como a nossa comédia é crónica!

Tu andas sempre descalço Tom Sawyer...

day in the life of a little girl

smoked words, all that remains

I thought I was living on the sun,
totally free and just like a Hun.
But I got striked by the moon
and from my dreams woke up too soon.

Now everyday a star falls at my feet,
and I struggle and sweat defeat.
I spit cold blood, my hands are dispersed.
When my eyes close I know I'm cursed.

Now my feet are buried in this hell,
my body's trapped in this dark cell.
Ripped my skin off, drained my veins,
the monster ate up all my remains.

There is no prince charming...
Only a toad lying on my pillow.
And for this battle I'm not arming,
but I feel ready to take this billow.

Is it daring enough darling?

- People! This is not working! I can not work like this!!
- May I say some words sir?
- Well yes, of curse...
- I was thinking that maybe I should take off my blouse and drop it on the bed, with no expression on my face...
- Hum... yes, go on.
- And then he would look at me in despite... you know, like he didn't care if I cryed or laughed at him, but knew exactly what I was thinking, exactly how I felt.
- I see... And only then you say your line...
- Yes. I sit on the bed and say: "Is it daring enough darling?"
- It's perfect! I like it. Alright everyone, to your places, let's start shooting...
- Scene five, take two, the bedroom.
- ACTION!

A bigger lie then the one i didn't tell

I drop alone, I tumble,
I fall down on my knees.
I cry pain, I scare,
and in silent I scream.

They go along, they pass.
They do not taste my tears.
I catch my breath, I act,
I hide away my fears.

They get together, they're happy,
and I enjoy the glee.
But share no true smiles,
not in this time to be.

An angel comes, he smiles.
He let's me be, I laugh.
I feel free and not worried.
He picked up my other half.

But still I drown, I choke.
I bury my self in lies.
I must say, I tell,
I make truth rise.

I look around, I'm shocked!
I did not hide so much!
The Queen is raging wild,
here comes the clutch.

"It was not so big! Not for so long!
Your thoughts are way to wrong!
I'm sorry my Queen, my friend!
This story I'm here to mend."

the Oprah Winfrey show

O: Hello everyone. We have a very special guest with us today. She is a beautiful Irish actress that made herself into Hollywood with her amazing performance in the movie "Emma Frost - the beginning", based in a Marvel Comic book, we all remember that. But we're not here to talk about a movie... We're here to talk about her book, a welcome to Shannon Healy McDonnell...

(Big Applause and screams)

Hello Shannon. It's wonderful to have you here once again...

S: It's a pleasure...

O: So you've been here for the first time a couple of years ago because of you're first big blockbuster, and you haven't stoped since then, working with great names like Scorsese and Tarantino... But today you're not here to talk about a movie, you're here to talk about your book! And a great book indeed, I have red it...

S: Thank you, thank you very much...

O: And it's very interesting, because it was inspired in a romance you once had. The way you describe it and talk about it is really funny, because there is no love involved even though you were indeed lovers...

S: (a laugh) That's right. And it all comes down to my theory of the perfect relationship. Because it's not like we didn't care for each other, or didn't like each other, we did, but we were not deeply and blindly in love. And let me tell you that it was great!

(the audience laughs loud)

It's true, I believe that too many feelings involved only cause problems. Even when it's true and pure love, it gets to a point you have to fight for it, and problems come along...

O: But, I have to ask this, do you believe in love?

(Laughs)

S: Oh yes, absolutely! You all know I've been happily living with Joseph Gordon-Levitt for a year now,

(screams from audience)

and I do see love there, we love each other. But the relationship I talk about in the book is proof that there is no need for love all the time and in every boyfriend and girlfriend. That sometimes you find people that are really similar to you and you can just lay back and enjoy being with that person.

O: Is Joseph alright with you saying this??

(everyone laughs, Shannon laughs)

So you think that people should enjoy more, that they can sometimes let a great thing escape because they don't see love in it...

S: Yes. Specially when two brains are so much alike. When it all fits so perfectly.

O: And you say that wasn't love? Are you sure??

(more laughs...)

S: I do understand why you ask that, but it wasn't. We had great times! Times I will remember for the rest of my life. And we're still very good friends, we still talk, we always get together now and then, he's even friends with Joseph, they get along really well. It's like we were soul mates but not meant to be with each other for ever...

O: That is beautiful... Another thing I liked about the hole story is the fact that he is much younger then you, so age really doesn't matter, because people always tend to discriminate the age difference, and that is ridiculous, and you show that in the book... It's a great book! A must read!

S: Thank you Oprah, that's very kind of you.

O: It's true, actually I'm putting it on my list of favorites, on my book club...

(audience applause...)

And you have a surprise for us, right?

S: I do. For every person here I have a copy of my book...

(audience goes wild... screams and claps)

and an invitation to the autograph session on the 22nd of this month...

(audience goes crazy...)

O: Shannon thank you so much for coming, I always enjoy talking to you. Once again love the book, it's a great lesson.

S: Thank you so much. It's always a great pleasure to come here.

O: Shannon everyone!

(applause)

Thank y'all for coming, goodnight everybody. Goodnight.

a scotsman on a horse!!!

Policeman: ...Thank you. And now for the next sketch.


(The policeman removes his helmet, shakes it, proffers it to mum at the table. She takes out a small folded bit of paper, opens an reads.)


Mum: Uhhh. A Scotsman on a horse.

Laces Out!!!!