tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137310982024-03-07T04:31:17.409+00:00Love is stronger than pridewritten by Devil MoodDevil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.comBlogger716125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-61354637267383904182011-06-16T17:07:00.005+01:002011-06-16T18:13:26.223+01:00A blogoversaryDoes this merging of words get on your nerves? Just checking.So it came to my knowledge that it was my blog's anniversary. I might have remembered it briefly (even in the midst of all the June birthdays of people I know), but if it wasn't for Miss Alister remembering it too I doubt I'd be doing something about that. I was touched by her sharp memory and thought the blog deserved some kind of Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-38869104661179975652010-07-03T22:28:00.003+01:002010-07-03T22:36:38.139+01:00pairs vs triosAbsolutely delicious song. And because I like things to go in pairs, here's another one I'm rediscovering. I was reading something about how often things come in trios. It was suggested that it was something in the composition of our brains that made it easier for us to remember things in three parts. But surely it can't be any harder in pairs? :)Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-2463111982138680062010-06-30T22:23:00.003+01:002010-06-30T22:31:09.901+01:00enlightenmentForgive the bluntness of this short post but:One would think that consciousness was incompatible with immaturity. You would think that, once you've gathered some experience, read, talked, thought about things a lot, that a certain wisdom would come of that. But then comes a time when you are clearly picturing yourself having the most immature set of reactions and behaviour and you feel incapable Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-91639507277106755052010-06-26T23:59:00.003+01:002010-06-27T00:30:47.083+01:00the trailThe trail to the beach is the dreamiest place of all. If only there was anything like this in my 'real world'. The horizon is infinite, the landscape changes from desert to forest, sometimes it has water, sometimes it's dry, there are crabs in the mud and birds fishing. But the best of all is the smell of the dunes that fills the air, the combination of those special plants with the sea breeze. Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-84763283218321955722010-06-12T00:03:00.003+01:002010-06-12T00:18:53.246+01:00To make this lack of blogging continuity worse, I'll be taking a short break next week. I'm finding out that you pack as much stuff for one week as you would for two or three. I'm not really one to take my whole wardrobe with me but it still feels like I need a lot of little things on my day-to-day. Oh well...Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-12723813001146981242010-06-03T18:30:00.012+01:002010-06-04T00:33:54.989+01:00Please accept cheesy sunset as a token of my affectionSomehow it's easier to talk about the books I've read in the past year than to talk about the year itself. Maybe because I lost touch of blogging about myself, probably because it takes less effort, of the mind and of the heart. Right now, it's simpler to focus on the present. But anyway, the last book I read was really juicy. It was set on Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-90621297221615020902010-05-30T22:36:00.004+01:002010-05-31T01:34:02.883+01:00Mantra - sunday scribblingsStill trying to get the hang of this, says girl with over 700 posts.The word 'mantra' is close to the portuguese word to describe a light blanket 'manta', and it seems fitting to think of a mantra as something that you can use to wrap around yourself, to make you feel secure and protected from the outside world, something that comforts you. Instead of a mantra I seem to have songs on loop in my Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-74018728551739159992010-05-26T17:03:00.004+01:002010-05-27T00:33:12.369+01:00Desperately seeking BloggingFor a long time I've wanted to get back to blogging, right now I feel like I need to get back too. I feel like most of the things I do online these days are fruitless and not productive and nearly not as fulfilling as blogging can be. The truth is while before blogging came naturally, these days it will take more of an effort. I don't even mean an effort of inspiration or commitment to blogging, Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-16357939544136432942010-04-20T01:12:00.004+01:002010-04-20T01:28:50.822+01:00Punished for thinking watching clouds is boring.April is strangely becoming one of my favourite times of the year with this mild temperature and very sudden (many times inappropriate) strong and fresh showers. Everything is in bloom after an extremely cold and rainy Winter; new leaves and how fast they grow. My blog needs a makeover. Or a different format. It might even turn into a tumblr.Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-29360984779249383102010-02-05T00:08:00.003+00:002010-03-04T00:49:45.569+00:00insert image- before the blog expires or blogger kicks me out for inactivity;- because i figured an image like this would probably be better for the top of the page;- because i'm trying to focus on beautiful things.Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-59019577312456130532010-01-04T17:59:00.003+00:002010-01-04T18:11:09.314+00:00LhasaIt was extremely shocking and sad to hear of Lhasa de Sela's death today. She died on the first day of the year in Montreal, after battling breast cancer for 21 months. She was 37 years old. I guess the cliché makes a lot of sense for a musician - that as long as we keep listening to her music she will still be alive between us.This was probably her best known song and definitely one of my Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-13271812584738627412009-12-24T17:24:00.004+00:002009-12-24T17:36:22.089+00:00Wishing you a joyous holiday season,Apologising for being so bad at card-sending and happiness-wishing,Hoping I can become a better blogger soon,Thinking of you.Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-13667699470185461932009-12-14T00:06:00.001+00:002009-12-14T00:08:22.651+00:00sing along with meGive a little time for the child within you,dont be afraid to be young and free.Undo the locks and throw away the keysand take off your shoes and socks, and run you.La, la, la...Give a little time for the child within you,dont be afraid to be young and free.Undo the locks and throw away the keysand take off your shoes and socks, and run you.La, la, la...Run through the meadow and scare up the Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-51695911691100268672009-10-20T17:39:00.004+01:002009-10-20T17:50:12.250+01:00I've been wanting to post this song for ages but the lack of anything to accompany it made me hesitate. Let's face it, this blog is as good as dead, but I don't believe there isn't music in blog heaven. And it must be sweet music like this Harmour Love by Syreeta Wright. (I hope it works for you, it wasn't working for me at first but then ta-dah).Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-75089453644666316842009-07-25T17:44:00.003+01:002009-07-25T18:39:21.397+01:00SS - Where in the World?Do you feel like you belong somewhere? Is this location the place where you live right now, or the place where you grew up in? Well, for many people it isn't, this special place isn't even remotely close to where they have lived or live now. I'm sure you know people who feel this way: some have found that their home, perhaps their spiritual home, is in India and it's only there that they've felt Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-86049580177732185722009-07-16T00:47:00.003+01:002009-07-16T16:31:31.717+01:00arrancarte de mis adentroNOCHES DE BOHEMIA EN OTEnviado por lareinafergo.Have I mentioned how much I love flamenco? First of all there's the guitar, which in itself is enough - see Paco de Lucia, or listen, in this case. Then there's the attitude, the furled brow, the chest tapping, the clothing. And, of course, the voices that seem to fly away in the heated plains of Andalucia with that fenomenal accent that eats all Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-55547053772192163432009-07-06T01:26:00.004+01:002009-07-08T00:52:48.131+01:00when it's all in a bookHe smiled; the incisors were oddly canine; would he bite? she hoped.Empire - Gore VidalI liked the portuguese version even more. It said: would he bite? she thought, full of hope.Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-48294672334382682522009-06-22T14:48:00.012+01:002009-06-22T15:41:48.797+01:00I told you I wouldI'm not sure anyone is still around, maybe you've all escaped to far away exotic holidays...now, there's a thought, right?Anyway, I'm back and I bring some photos with me.To start with, the reason everyone goes to the Algarve on holidays. The beaches.Usually the sea is calmer than how it's pictured here, but waves are better for photographs. Anyway, the water temperature was above 20 C which was Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-48456230337869964412009-05-20T22:41:00.003+01:002009-06-11T22:21:08.934+01:00I'll be right backYes, very caring of me to disappear for so long and then come back to say I'm disappearing again. I know. Hopefully when I come back I'll be a much better blogger. (You know you've been away for too long when blogging feels strange).Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-8710638968133434892009-04-25T21:33:00.005+01:002009-04-25T21:45:12.749+01:00ss - followI follow invisible threads of dreamy consistency, I watch the smoky lines jets left behind in the blue sky. I follow audacious routes circum-navigating the oceans and the simplest bus lines through the town. In my drowsiness the paths are unclear, seemingly complicated and trampling over any apparent logic. I follow the easy way out because there is no easy way in. I follow the tides without Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-71969247013015337702009-04-18T18:33:00.003+01:002009-04-19T01:00:48.594+01:00SS - languageThe language that you speak torments me in my sleep*I hate repeating myself (or do I?) and I know I've posted these lyrics before. But, you see, I'm obsessed about languages, as much as I'm obsessed about certain songs. And how could I help it? It's right in the first sentence -"or do I?" - shouldn't it be "or don't I?". To be honest, I don't know but it's these crazy language hiccups that make Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-85047782242212750672009-04-05T00:29:00.003+01:002009-04-05T01:12:13.922+01:00SS - Celebrate* can you think of Celebrate and not think of the Kool & the Gang song? I can't, I'm afraid.These are my reasons to celebrate:- I finally received the results for the english exam I did a few months ago and I got an A.- My grandmother is back home today and feeling better after months of worrying illness. - My football team is still top of the league and on its way to another title.- I'm Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-63450025501792308142009-03-22T23:19:00.005+00:002009-03-22T23:40:44.321+00:00IfIf I could speak your language the way you do, use and abuse the words the way you can, if I could dispose of the sounds, organize the music, arrange the sentences and construct poetry with the simple usage of your grammar,then I would express the richness of feeling, the palette of spring tones that is now a mere black and white film,I would describe tones of dusk and dawn,sounds of the silvery Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-42109248093067336482009-03-08T21:43:00.003+00:002009-03-08T21:54:13.120+00:00Any excuse will do to post Klimt's Danae.INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAYAh women...what is there to say? Just know that you are fantastic and have a great day.In the meantime, take a few minutes to listen to Isabel Allende's talk on ted.com. It will make you laugh and perhaps cry too, but above all it will tell you that we're not even remotely there yet. If you don't have the time because you're an Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-68002081968692005332009-02-20T23:41:00.006+00:002009-02-21T01:46:24.769+00:00SS - TrustDon’t you know when you’re loving anybody, baby,You’re taking a gamble on a little sorrow*I've come to the conclusion that you have to trust in a lot of things in order to simply live in this planet. To start off, you have to trust yourself, your abilities, your resilience - that's self-confidence. You also have to trust your feelings, your reactions, your instincts - that's self-esteem. Then as Devil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.com30