The wrath of Celeste was not a issue in itself, the real trouble started with the reactions ppl would have to it

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Passear sozinho...sempre tive medo de estar sozinho, mas um medo diferente de todos os outros.

Principalmente, por saber q por trás desse medo esta a necessidade...

E ainda mais, a sensação de q me vou sentir preenchido, só qdo estiver sozinho, sem ninguém...

Eu...que faço amigos em todo o lado, desejo mais que tudo, ser desconhecido...

Aqui fica o relato de uma viagem, a primeira de muitas...I hope...

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changing...Or not

Talking to ppl that knew me long ago, I get the feeling that I might've changed quite a bit in the last few years...

That's strange since I feel like I'm essencially the same idiot I've always been :)

Anyways...if I did change, hope it was for the better.

Who could tell?

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following the road

Lost count of how many times i did this "road"...however i still walk it with pleasure, now it's a different kind of pleasure, that's for sure...

But still :) i always feel good when i find myself @ home and with friends :)

Even after the pain and the tears, there's nothing like this feeling.

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the Hardest 40 seconds of my life

just heard this amazing piece of pain... the hardest 40 seconds of my life! it's a bit like me...

He was caught by surprise, not because of he was there, but because he didn't notice he was going there...

However, being there he could not go back...he looked at the door and moved to go in...only to be greeted by a maze.

"How queer" he thought, not knowing which way to go...he chose the path that took him to the left, not noticing a hidden door a bit further, hidden in a corner with no light, further to the left...(continues)

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Sometimes i just feel

like screaming!

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What must be said - Was gesagt werden muss

By Günter Grass

P U L S E–”Freedom of the press is guaranteed only to those who own one”

Why have I kept silent, silent for too long
over what is openly played out
in war games at the end of which we
the survivors are at best footnotes.

It’s that claim of a right to first strike
against those who under a loudmouth’s thumb
are pushed into organized cheering—
a strike to snuff out the Iranian people
on suspicion that under his influence
an atom bomb’s being built.

But why do I forbid myself
to name that other land in which
for years—although kept secret—
a usable nuclear capability has grown
beyond all control, because
no scrutiny is allowed.

The universal silence around this fact,
under which my own silence lay,
I feel now as a heavy lie,
a strong constraint, which to dismiss
courts forceful punishment:
the verdict of “Antisemitism” is well known.

But now, when my own country,
guilty of primal and unequalled crimes
for which time and again it must be tasked—
once again, in pure commerce,
though with quick lips we declare it
reparations, wants to send
Israel yet another submarine—
one whose speciality is to deliver
warheads capable of ending all life
where the existence of even one
nuclear weapon remains unproven,
but where suspicion serves for proof—
now I say what must be said.

But why was I silent for so long?
Because I thought my origin,
marked with an ineradicable stain,
forbade mention of this fact
as definite truth about Israel, a country
to which I am and will remain attached.

Why is it only now I say,
in old age, with my last drop of ink,
that Israel’s nuclear power endangers
an already fragile world peace?
Because what by tomorrow might be
too late, must be spoken now,
and because we—as Germans, already
burdened enough—could become
enablers of a crime, foreseeable and therefore
not to be eradicated
with any of the usual excuses.

And admittedly: I’m silent no more
because I’ve had it with the West’s hypocrisy
—and one can hope that many others too
may free themselves from silence,
challenge the instigator of known danger
to abstain from violence,
and at the same time demand
a permanent and unrestrained control
of Israel’s atomic power
and Iranian nuclear plants
by an international authority
accepted by both governments.

Only thus can one give help
to Israelis and Palestinians—still more,
all the peoples, neighbour-enemies
living in this region occupied by madness
—and finally, to ourselves as well.

“Was gesagt werden muss” published in Süddeutschen Zeitung (4 April 2012)

translation by Michael Keefer and Nica Mintz of Günter Grass’s “Was gesagt werden muss”

the wise fool

Wise enough to know how to enjoy what life gives me, fool enough to keep making the same mistakes over and over again...mad to the point if thinking now it will be different :)

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