Death Draws Near

We

2008-05-01T11:04:00.006+01:00

We do belong to a reality. Which can be or not to be similar to each other. Where We own it, produce it, shape it to fit Us.

Our realities belong to a reality. Which no one knows about. No one can explain it. So We will belong to Our own reality for ever, to protect Us.

We will never stop. We born thirsting for knowledge, experiences, contacts. We all born with needs inside us that we need to fulfill to get happiness, satisfied. After one need fulfilled comes another, and another...

Our needs will depend on Our own reality, which will smash other realities if needed to fulfill Our needs, directly or indirectly.

We are unique, but We will always be We. But Our own shaped realities will forget about We. We don't need We, We just need Ourselves to fulfill Our needs. We get used to smash other realities without considering it.

We are so unique that We Own the unique gift to be reasonable. To stop and look around us. Or to fulfill our needs and smash other realities.

So We could chose what We want for Our reality, but sometimes We just accept it without think about it. We don't even notice the bad reality We live in, We just born used to it.

We fear death. We try to avoid it with everything We can. The greatest prof that we fear the unknown. The greatest prof We can have our Own shaped reality, but not reality at all.

Death, so natural as birth. But in our Own realities it is forbidden, unaccepted. Sometimes We forgot that we born to die. No matter what. But We don't mind smashing other realities as We are living anyway.

So natural as the death of this blog.

In this life I have only one wish: I hope it is worth it.
The end.

Lost Love Letter

2008-04-13T12:22:00.003+01:00

Kill or be killed, this is not the world I live anymore. Its the world of love where I ask for more.

Reading your eyes is all I want to do, when the words don't come throw.

I only wish the world to please don't end, when with you I am.

So far away sometimes, but so close in our minds.

Time will come we both know, the very end of any sorrow.

Is there anything left I can offer you? Just tell me and I will do.

No, no need for stop smilling! The world is ours, no need for fighting.

A feeling like this I don't wanna lose, ever. Is with you I wanna be, together.

(Pictures unavailable till next month update)

"Would be nice to have something good on your blog"
Lonelyness death shall draw near.

A Last Wish

2008-03-27T14:06:00.012+01:00

It was Spring but there wasn't a single bird singing. Under the noise of blasting cannons, women and child screams, where only armed people were standing up...

It was Spring, but I was so cold... There was no wind, the sun was shinning, but I was feeling so, so sad... I could hardly breath now...

- Grandpa?

- Yes son? - emotional.

- Would you tell me a last tale please? I need one of your time tales, they make me so happy believing there was such a good time... - as his eyes lose their colour.

- Certainly my son... Once upon a time... Back on 21th century there was no World War, power conflicts yes, but no World War. People had the choice to be happy, people were free to choose. Water would be used without discrimination such as food and any other resource you would demand or simply want for no reason. Can you believe? By this time of the year you would hear birds singing... Oh... Such a wonderful melody... You would love it so much son... - taking a breath, letting his soul draw some tears away.

- Don't stop... Please... - ...

- On the gardens... You would see kids playing...

- How did they play?...

- Without special suits or masks... They were so free... So innocent... So, so happy... They could run free, smell fresh air... Ah... The fresh air... Not even close to this bottled oxigen son... Believe me or not son, even adults could play with them... They didn't need to hold a weapon for security... Noone needed...

- But... Grandpa... You told me once... You told me that much of... much of that people were unhappy...

- Yes son... Its true, but I didn't want you to know... I didn't want you to lose your dream...

- I dream every day with that good life...

- Son... On that time people had the choice to be happy, they had as most freedom as they could ask for... But this doesn't mean they wanted to be happy... Some of them did such bad things as we see today... Most of them suicided, got depressed, got health problems due to stress... On 21th century...

- Why?...

- It was their choice son... Perhaps they couldn't see they were so privileged...

- Grandpa... I don't mind... I don't mind dying... I don't dream anymore... Not anymore... I thought it was... Different... So... Different... - letting his soul fly at least.

- Sorry. - crying - Rest in peace my son...

Remember to look around and appreciate life, you would be much happier.
Stupidity death should draw near.

Earthlings.

2008-02-06T05:21:00.000+01:00

One day, the kid asks his mother:

"What's for lunch today mom?"

"Suffering."

"Oh again?... Can't we have pain instead?"

"No! We had it yesterday! We can't have always the same! It isn't healthy."

"Allright..." (...) "Mom?..."

"Yes son?"

"Where does the suffering, the pain, the under estimation, the bad treats and all the other stuff we eat come from?"

"Well son, it all came from big industries that doesn't care about their product while they are alive, only when it is dead and ready to sell."

"What? Isn't that inhuman?"

"Son... When you get older you will understand that society will make you step on much people if you wanna be on top of society itself. Those industries only need to step on animals, they don't even need to care about them, so they pick the fast and easy way to get their product ready. Without any care or consideration."

"Mom... Don't animals have feelings?"

"They do son. They are mostly like us, they can feel, they can have pleasures and pain. Just like us. They even get memmories as we do."

"Why no one cares about them then?"

"When you get older you will realise that your life its too busy to look around you. Don't worry! Lets come back to our suffering, eat it all to be strong! You will live with it." - smiling.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-1282796533661048967

A small tribute.

"Why"

2008-01-13T22:53:00.001+01:00

"Why" word should not exist.

Its meaning is way too powerful. I mean it can make you stuck looking for nowhere, feeling empty, alone, lost in somewhere where "nothing" is the key word.

The "why" word... That curse that pursuits so many souls, which power is so terrible that lots of those souls ends lost, without any chance of resisting it, because whenever "why" word come its because you are not prepared.

You look for a reason. For something you can hang. You need it. You start to stress so much when you realise the meaning is such an empty answer.

Then you fall. Deeper, deeper, deeper... and... deeper. Can you imagine any other feeling like this? Such a powerless emotion... Such a weakness that grows... Emptyness... Emptyness is what surround us...

Whom, how, when can anybody, anything make something like this?! How would it be possible to fall so deep?!

You. Nobody else can do it. Only you. It's only you that can throw your own soul into the abism.

Face yourself. Nothing else. Only you. You are the problem.

Did you ever ever ask yourself what would be of "life" without a "why"?

Maybe you don't know, because the "why" came now and you weren't prepare. But I can tell you that "life" is only "life" because it has something to show you. Now its only you who can make it worth, or worthless. It is you that can decide if you wanna be stuck or if you want to move foward.

It is you that can control "why" word.

I tell you for sure, when you have climbed the abism what you will only see is light and the darkness behind.

Suicide death should draw near.

Happy Materialism Day

2007-12-26T13:43:00.000+01:00

The show of lights and fashion. The show of the most wanted ever. The show of expectations. The show forced happy feelings. The show of wonderful. The show of what you have and don't have at all to give and receive.

The show of materialism.

Because you won't offer feelings wrapped in paper. Because you will only care if it is cheap or expensive to offer to someone or someone else. Because you feel forced to. Because you only do it after people before you did it and showed you, you have to. Because you will feel bad at the end of the day if you didn't receive it. Because you will feel bad if you had a cheap gift.

Because you forget what matters not today, but all the year.

You can choose how WE build our future, you can decide whats good and whats wrong. You can see with your own eyes and, perhaps, heart what is a GIFT. A gift wrapped in paper or wrapped in hugs and smiles.

They say you are disgusting, their right to exclude you apart - floor

Shotted by a Sony Ericson K750i - worked up on Adobe Photoshop CS2

Our future today is material, you can keep it that way or change it.
Materialism death should draw near.

Deceiving Preacher

2007-11-19T19:42:00.000+01:00

"No, no, no! No friend, don't worry at all! I am with you now! I got exactly what you need! Don't need to be worry! YES! That lady over there! Aren't you happy now?! And you! Yes, you! Don't be shy! Take the chance! I am your solution!"

Words... What a porwerful word "word". You know, sometimes, I do believe, there is something much powerful than any other thing on earth. So powerful, indeed, that can move worlds! Can move stars! Can you imagine? Sometimes it moves hearts too!

Haha... No, don't worry, it isn't that hard for you to get such power! Wake up! You have it already! You are using it now! And you use it closely for every second!

The problem here is, some people, like you maybe, perhaps like me, doesn't understand its power. Trust me, you use it every day, but maybe not the whole of it!

Do you remember that guy? Yes that one sited on the street! Do you remember what he promissed? Yeah I do remember it too, but apart of promissing did you see real actions yet? Oh... sorry, me neither.

That's the power I am talking about!

There was a man you know, that was a dreamer. What do dreamers need? Power. Power to reach dreams. What power would you think powerful enough to do it?

That dreamer loved words, he have realise it since a child. Back on that age, I can tell you, he was the most popular kid on the neighbour, not only popular, he was a hero! I mean, how couldn't him be since he rescued a girl from a fire and his kitten? How couldn't him be since he knows the future of everyone! How couldn't him be since he singed right next to Elvis Presley?

That dreamer had the power! He could solve any of your problems! Constipation? "Too easy my brother! Take this juice with you, take it in exactly one week, then wait two days and its all gone!" Doubt? "No, no, no! Don't doubt! I am your solution trust me brother!".

That dreamer had the power, he could give what ever you want! "What? You need that? Don't worry! I just need some of your goods and I will come next week with that!" "No, no, no! Don't doubt! You gotta trust me brother!".

That dreamer had the power, he could love you for ever. "I am yours. Believe me."

That dreamer which every day's last word would be "Fools...".

Oh well... You are right... Not every fairy tail ends with a long life... Today that dreamer is powerful, have everything he ever wanted. And I mean everything! But you know... Not always "everything" is what you need, sometimes you need "yourself".

After the pain 8th life came - road

Shotted by a Sony Ericson K750i - worked up on Adobe Photoshop CS2

"The only truth I know today is my life is a lie."

Now you can understand that "power". And where you are going to end into.

Coolness death should draw near.

The Messiah

2007-10-28T22:37:00.000+01:00

This is a story to tell how human ambition can be his only purpose.

In the time when horses were trade for women, when black were the meaning for nobody, when people known now as genius today were playing childhood memories.... In that time when lots of very known diseases today were evil deeds, when whenever you sneeze you would hear a painful "God bless you brother" followed by tears.

In that time there was someone known by the name of a messiah which name crossed all the oceans and lands, bringing the fame of someone who was really able to heal diseased people with only his own hands. That name came into this house. His name was Jeremiah Henschen, with this name I tried to reach the messiah for seven days and seven nights without any rest. Why would you ask? Because of my little son... Ten days ago exactly on 18th October when the sun was setting down, I told him for the first time the only thing I never ever would want to spell, not even once! Specially to my son... "God bless you my dear son... Be strong..." I can barely spell those painful words...

I finally found him, he was getting even more famous from sun to sun! Everyone wanted him near by! When I found him in that house of sickness he couldn't have a speak with me, I certainly understood and waited patiently. Yes I was feeling terrible every second I waited that day, knowing that my son would depend of every one of them... But on that time you must understand, he was the one, the messiah, and unfortunately the one of very few known as healers.

So I decided to wait, I was looking on that town for a inn to rest that night so I could speak with him on the next day in the first morning shine. I rested then... I was so exhausted... Seven days... Seven nights...

On that night I dreamed about my son, I felt so sorry about those times I could spend more time with him, I felt sorry because I didn't have enough money to buy that beautiful toy he wanted so much for the last Christmas... I felt so sorry...

I woke up. Cleaned my face so no one would noticed I was crying all night. But I was happy that morning! Finally I would end my quest and return home soon!

I went to that house again where the messiah was healing. I asked everyone for him, but... He had left. Somebody told me I didn't sleep for one night, but for two days... I wasn't young and not very healthy... "I needed to cross lands and lakes to reach this town! I don't want to blame myself! I don't want to feel down! Not now my son needs me! I must keep my head up and reach him." So I asked directions. The messiah was traveling on horse, I didn't have any money for a horse or goods to trade for. So I took the best option, got all my last coins to send a mail to the house he was going to. And returned home again, praying every day for his arrival.

This returns my story to the present day, 28th October, the messiah was finally here. "Was" I said. When he came I was so happy! I have kneel before him begging for his wisdom! But he asked me for the only thing I didn't have... Money. So he left much faster than he came.

28th October, the day when told my son for the last time "God bless you.". The day I wrote this letter and killed myself without any reason left to live.

Make no mistake, "The Messiah" whenever you hear the rumors don't try to find someone who born to make other people just like him, same race same blood, healthy. What you will find is someone just doing his job nothing else. He forced to call himself as "medic" not "messiah".

Your specie is endless, but not enough to dominate.

Shotted by a Sony Ericson K750i - worked up on Adobe Photoshop CS2

This story could be written today, cold as reality.
Capitalism death should draw near.

Displeasured Gift.

2007-09-23T02:42:00.000+01:00

Once upon a time, there was a girl, that had a gift. She knew it from the very beginning of her human contacts, she felt so strongly warmed and all those contacts always making her feeling so happy and fulfilled since the very beginning. She knew that everyone across her way would notice her, she know everyone would give her a smile, she even know everyone would congratulate her parents for such a great gift. She was so happy, since the very beginning, she was so innocent and so popular at same time, she could transform a rainy day on a sunny afternoon simply leaving his room and go out for a walk. Her smile... her powerful smile... It could transform anything, anything she wants. The smile... that powerful smile... that wouldn't be so strong if there wasn't that eyes... such a wonderful eyes. And what would those eyes be without that lustrous fresh blond hair that would dance on every single autumn breeze, that hair which everyone's eyes couldn't be able to avoid.

She was so happy, she had a gift. A gift that make so many other little girls like her jealous. A gift that would at same time rising her to any kind of dreams she would ever wish. A such powerful gift...

That gift was beauty.

She must be so pleasured for it, I must say! But is she? Innocently, she smiled everyday, with such an hunted happiness, she never asked for something in return!
Unfortunately, on this fairy tale there are big bad wolves she can't avoid, where hunters don't care about them... So wolves couldn't simply appreciate the gifted lovely girl, actually those wolves aren't that innocent at all, they know what that gift may give, not to others, but for them. Those wolves couldn't simply appreciate her, they wanted her for their own. Even knowing they wouldn't act very nice, but they were assumed wolves.
So they hunted her so hardly she couldn't run away, innocently thinking she was receiving much more love once again! Those candies... those caresses, she was so innocently addicted to it and she loved it! So she always returned her powerful gifted smile! As she does to everyone, innocently.

"Shhh shhh! Enjoy yourself! We are your brand new friends!" - smiling.

Did her thought anytime, for one second, she would be wanted like something and not someone? Did her ever thought, anytime, for one second, others wouldn't try to talk with her rather than just taking pleasure from her? Did her ever thought, anytime, for one second, her innocently eyes to the world wouldn't make her ready for the world itself? Did her ever thought, anytime, for one second, that her wonderful living dream would become into a sad nightmare in a second? In one second for that "gift".

Describe me when is beauty a gift or I won't believe it at all.

Madeleine,
in - http://mulher_rochedo.blog.simplesnet.pt/archive/2007_05.html

Just a personal thought when noticing Maddie case.
Interest death should draw near.
I will remove picture if there is anything wrong posting it from the first second anyone blames me.

Another post...

2007-08-31T23:32:00.000+01:00

Oh well... Another post comes today and as I defend just another day equal to any other similar where people want and force to give them something special. Why? Thats not the question I think, actually I defend "Why not?" is the possible question.

This post... This post... I didn't think about it all month long, maybe my life is getting into perfectness where the dreams involve the dramatic reality, where I don't wanna see nothing wrong in the reality. Or maybe I was just too busy, too tired, too disappointed all month long without time to waste on this blog. Who knows, I don't thats for sure.

All of this to explain that today I don't have a reason. A goal. Something behind the "act" that makes me "act". Everyone has it when they "act". "Act" is life and life is an act. Between us that with the best luck or, who knows, the worst of the luckiness, can produce "superior" intelligence, guess the most would say that is a gift, but on this acting life I would say thats a lot of luckiness where we must pretend something if we want to reach somewhere or someone, where we will trust like blind and be attack on our backs like fools. This make us, me at least, think about the INTEREST of the one who is smiling at me every single time, so tell me is this being lucky? I would prefer losing some self-questioning, some intelligence, some experience of life maybe and be a fool for some time or forever... Just to have the gift to believe without questioning or having proves, just to get some happiness between this "intelligence gift".

So, look at me and tell me which your goals and reasons, why you starring and smiling at me, why that kind of look, W-H-Y?!

Your snaking on dirty floors has ended finally - floor

Shotted by a Sony Ericson K750i - worked up on Adobe Photoshop CS2

This is one of the reasons that sometimes I think about acting before thinking about it, but I know that I can't, something wrong would happen, on this "show" lots of public will applaud or blame - every second, every minute, every time, everywhere.

Well, seems like the theme actually has came and seems like I didn't need a reason to act it, seems like this is a way to fulfill some happiness.

"Impossible! This text was written and he thought about every single word!" - Don't blame yourself... You belong to "us".
Interest death should draw near.

Oh nooooo! It is really goin' to happen! I Believe!

2007-07-31T23:59:00.000+01:00

Doubt?! No, no, no! I would never doubt! I truly believe that!

"Speculation" - is the name. You would never doubt some kind of "prophecy", some kind of strange thing that actually is strange for itself.

Well, lot of strange stuff I am talking here, but talking of some simple examples lets remember the "New Millennium" prophecies! - THE WORLD IS GOING TO END PEOPLE!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES WHEN THE FINAL COUNT DOWN STARTS!!!! YOU SHOULD NEVER DOUBT! - it's like.... C'MON! HOW COME YOU BELIEVE SUCH THING!?!?

I mean... why would you expect something unusual just because of a date? Better, how come you believe or expect something strange from something we did actually create. Days, hours, seconds, and so on are our creation!!! Men created the calendar and all the days/mounts/years/numbers/names everything, nothing happens without a reason, so why to be afraid?! Same for 07-07-07 that we had on this month, why would it have some special meaning? it is just a day, a month, and a year that has a number that we created!

And as every month I do:

Water wasn't enough for you. - road

Shotted by a Sony Ericson K750i - worked up on Adobe Photoshop CS2

I thought publishing this post on 07-07-07 which would actually be fun, but this post is right to fight against it! Why 07-07-07? and not 08-07-07? Or even better! Why not today?

Ah well... Guess some people just need something to believe turning their lives into something special, or at least some special moments.

Well... Please don't point me as cruel... I am just "reading" pages of this life, nothing else.

If you asking yourself why is my post published on the last day of this month is because you didn't get it at all.
Speculation's death should draw near.

Hello Child

2007-06-01T18:17:00.000+01:00

Today's happiness is enormous around the whole world. This is the day that many of people share happiness, smiles. But how? Mostly with materialism, objects bought from someone or something. Wouldn't a big smile be enough? Just the fact of parents spending more time today with their children wouldn't be enough? No, we always want to touch something, the feeling comes after. This isn't a new truth, it is just another occasion of this mad world where we affirm: "We are happy". Define me happiness please or I won't believe it at all.

Having a good start on June, here is another picture:

Tired of running away (2) - floor

Shotted by a Sony Ericson K750i - worked up on Adobe Photoshop CS2

Materialism death should draw near.

The Opening

2007-05-30T16:44:00.000+01:00

This was kinda hard to me to choose as anyone might imagine... it's my first picture post enjoy.

Sky isnt your limit anymore - car

You may consider that my goal to shock with the death itself, nothing else.

Shotted by a Sony Ericson K750i - worked up on Adobe Photoshop CS2

You have born free, but you had a limit - not anymore.

Death Draws Near - Borning from the death.

2007-05-30T16:10:00.003+01:00

Original idea

This is supposed to be a simple blog aiming to photography. Why here? Because seems like a good place to start in my opinion, besides this is my first blog wich I never thought doing. Just did this blog because of a school subject, no other intentions on this project.
The theme I have choose was death. One of the most explored and enormous theme, applied to photography. I pretend that the first photos will be of my signature, maybe I will ask for collaboration later and if I pretend to keep this project up. (first pictures will be about animals, cruel maybe but those won't complain if I photograph them I hope, bureaucracy is such a disgusting thing in my opinion)
Apart of photography it will be possible that I post some videos, turning this blog into a hybrid.

Edit: The blog is closed. 1 May 2008

Goals?

As I said, this blog wasn't supposed to exist if it wasn't a school subject requirement. So I will wait and see what can I even expect from this blog.

Edit: Tell something useful, I hope.

Policy

Edit: Feel free to mention this blog. But its all free of course. Would be glad if you spread the word into this.

Edit2: It is NOT sign.

Hope you enjoy, comment if you got the feeling.