The Minister and actual president election candidate to substitute Lula (The Man) is healed from her cancer!!! Healed!!! No, I'm not getting sarcastic dark humor joker with the situation. The fact is, honestly, that I start to think until where I can believe on media

and on the politics things.  Like, who would give a vote to a president candidate with cancer? A President which would be out several times to make some treatment and so the vice in command several times (in the worst of the cases, definitely). So, nothing more

providential then a Healing on the early presidential campaign!
I really hope that she had been healed...

                   

The impact. Broken glasses noise is all that you can hear before you turn off. Little by little you come back to conscious. A light blood taste in your month. It's hot and is going hotter. Your mind still confuses. Disordered thoughts. "It's hot..." is the only thing that you can think clearly.
So the thoughts going taking colors and forms. Twisted hardware. Pieces of broken glasses above your hands, mixed with the red blood between your fingers. It's hot and now you can notice the smoke inside the car. You start to notice the situation and you know that you must go out there, fast!
The trouble is that you also notice that your leg is trapped. Smashed between the sit floor and some of the pedals. The door doesn't open either. The crash must took it locked, preventing even more your escape. The sit start to burn and you can feel it. You just have time to be regretting to take the road that night.
That was how I felt when I saw her leaving me. No return. Just like to be on the way between the pub and your home. The distance is the same. The risks of going ahead or go back are what make the difference. You just take the wrong decision. And now is just wait to the fire finish its job...

                                 

Last night the guys took the guitar to the pub. We played some stuffs of Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Hendrix, etc. That when suddenly came to our mind a fact that was of common opinion: There are no more rock bands, with musicians and guitar players like at 70's - at least not that we had remembered, in spit of the beer bottles that we had drunk! Hendrix, Jimmy Page (Led Zeppelin), Roger Waters (Pink Floyd), Bryan May (Queen), etc. The actual rock bands have emo effeminate, unsexed and star syndrome components! Weird people! Nobody plays babymaker music anymore :( I want to register that we're talking

about Rock Bands and players, because, yes there are, excellent guitar players nowadays, but in blues!
Let's take Hendrix, for example, playing Foxy Lady (Also knew as Foxey Lady, due a spelling mistake at the US version of Are You Experienced printing).

BabyMaker Music!!! It's famous for its alternated riff between F# (and its octave) played with the thumb on the second fret, and the ringing E–A dyad at the fifth fret. It also originated the so-called "Hendrix chord", the dominant G7#9. I can't notice this kind of creative styles at today rock bands!
The lyrics is a interesting kind of woman interaction. "I wanna take you home / I won't do you no harm, no / You've got to be all mine, all mine" - That's hot... That's rock... Pure and good old fashioned 70's rock!

"I love as the love loves..." - Wrote Fernando Pessoa in one of his poems - and one of my favourite - "About the Fading of Love and Pleasure". But... How does the love loves? The love loves in a several different intensity and ways, depending of each one of us. These differences also frustrate us several times. We being anxious to receive back the same love that we give. Sometimes we just receive a turned face. We get to the point to be so despaired about this that we just start to beg for this love!
We beg attention, caress... Some gesture to make us fell special to the other. We beg like if it was any change. We forget that love is unconditional for wait something in change. We confuse love with careless. Love doesn't need charges, asks, changes and appeals.
To love is not to beg...

          

Last week I had commented about the CPF publication on several medias and sites, and the problems that it can bring to the owner of this id.  So, yesterday was published a notice on a newspaper with a list of owes and theirs respective CPFs! Just there... to every one can see!
Not that a CPF with debts will have some utility to someone, because probably it’s already has a blocked credit, but the question is the easy access to a so important information of the citizen.
I say it again: for some lists or public notices the central digits mask would guarantee the identification of the person, and also preserving its use for something illicit. After all, hardly will exists more then one José Deoclécio Pereira with the CPF 439.XXX - 84!