Corpus Christi

Today we celebrate in Portugal the Corpus Christi (feast) day[1]! Due to current economical crisis, Portuguese government decided to remove this day from the list of the national holidays, starting this year, 2013.

Ok, fine! Less one holiday. A religious one. So what? Will we be more productive this way? Will this help attracting more foreign investment? Will this decrease unemployment? No ! Will this turn Portuguese less Catholic? Will this jeopardize the traditional faith of Catholic believers? Will this raise extraordinary issues about the national religious culture? No !

So, what the hell is this for? For nothing more than just for the sake of appearances[2]!

May the gods be with us…

  1. Roman Catholic holy date in tribute to the Eucharist observed on the first Thursday after Trinity Sunday.
  2. We would say in Portuguese “só para Inglês ver”. This odd expression dates back to the nineteenth century, when Brazil and England mutually agreed to combat the illegal black slave trade from Africa. This created a real dilemma for Brazil. On the one hand, Brazil owed Britain many favors and a lot of money, but on the other hand the entire economy of the country was based on slave labor, particularly on the coffee plantations, crucial to the Brazilian economy at the time. The solution was for Brazil to pass laws, but not to enforce them. A good example of this practice was a law passed in 1831 to end the slave trade into Brazil. This actually only took effect in 1852. In other words it was ‘just for the English to see’.

For the twenty-seventh turn…

FC Porto

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The 2012/2013 team of FC Porto: (1) Helton, (24) Fabiano, (41) Kadu, (2) Danilo, (4) Maicon, (5) Hector Quiñones, (22) Eliaquim Mangala, (23) Abdoulaye, (26) Alex Sandro, (30) Otamendi, (3) Lucho González, (6) Castro, (8) João Moutinho, (10) James Rodríguez, (15) Marat Izmaylov, (25) Fernando, (35) Steven Defour, (70) Tó Zé, (9) Jackson Martínez, (17) Varela, (19) Liedson, (27) Christian Atsu, (28) Kelvin, (39) Mauro Caballero Jr, (57) Sebá.

Portuguese Football League 2012/2013
this table extracted from FIFA.com

Let’s give a try to Google Translate

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Please, bear in mind this is just a “machine” translator! Got it? You gotta give it some “discount” and not wait that translations by the machine will be as accurate as made by a human translator. Furthermore, for Portuguese readers, Google still “doesn’t know” the Portuguese from Portugal, which means that if you wish to read this blog in Portuguese, only the Brazilian one is available.

Good luck and have fun!

Mercy Street

Based on poem “45 Mercy Street”[1] by Anne Sexton, this song from Peter Gabriel[2] has a melody sounding as much dramatic as both lyrics and Anne Sexton’s life sound. Nevertheless, is powerful. I have realized, lately, that many people handle their daily dramas by digging and sinking deep in their own anguish. It seems that, like myself, many people have found the therapeutic side of sad music, sad lyrics, sad stories to cure a sad moment they, from times to times, go through. Paradoxical, isn’t it?

Between hunger in Somalia, civil war in Syria, the drama of every family which is victim of austerity policies practiced in European Union, the madness of North Korea’s leaders and, very recently, the murder of a student during a traditional students party in Porto, Portugal[3], humankind sucks! We do. Very much. I do not waste time discussing the good side of every human soul since I am very resistant to talk about what it doesn’t exist. Soul is a creation at the same level of God. Meaning, no more than a smart invention from smart asses who wish to gormandize their pairs. Human cruelty is a natural behavior of human beings. It’s in our blood, our flesh, our bones. The abnormal ones are those who naturally are not like so and keep trying good things in favor of good people. Generally, we’re evil today as we always have been.

Anguish for breakfast! The daily awakening of many of us, the little things being moved, on a machiavellian way, like pawns on a chessboard. Life is a nonsense which we love to garnish with noble attributes, noble goals, noble values. We pretend a lot. Otherwise we would have to bare our natural fragility, as beings not really knowing where we come from, where we’re going to. We hate to show ourselves like we really are. Wherefore we personate. The watchword of modern times? Staging! Unfortunately, some of us are very bad actors…

In English

Looking down on empty streets, all she can see
Are the dreams all made solid
Are the dreams all made real

All of the buildings, all of those cars
Were once just a dream
In somebody’s head

She pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam
She pictures a soul
With no leak at the seam

Lets take the boat out
Wait until darkness
Let’s take the boat out
Wait until darkness comes

Nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey
Nowhere in the suburbs
In the cold light of day

There in the midst of it so alive and alone
Words support like bone

Dreaming of mercy st.
Wear your inside out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy’s arms again
Dreaming of mercy st.
‘swear they moved that sign
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy’s arms

Pulling out the papers from the drawers
that slide smooth
Tugging at the darkness, word upon word

Confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box
To the priest, he’s the doctor
He can handle the shocks

Dreaming of the tenderness-the tremble in the hips
Of kissing Mary’s lips

Dreaming of mercy st.
Wear your insides out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy’s arms again
Dreaming of mercy st.
‘swear they moved that sign
Looking for mercy
In your daddy’s arms

Mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
Mercy, mercy, looking for mercy

Anne, with her father is out in the boat
Riding the water
Riding the waves on the sea

Em Português

Olhando por aí as ruas vazias, tudo o que ela pode ver
São sonhos tornados sólidos
São sonhos tornados reais

Todos os edifícios, todos aqueles carros
Foram antes não mais que um sonho
Na cabeça de alguém

Ela retrata o vidro estilhaçado, ela retrata o vapor
Ela retrata uma alma
Impenetrável

Vamos preparar o barco
Esperar até que escureça
Vamos preparar o barco
Esperar até que a escuridão apareça

Em nenhum dos corredores em verde-pálido e cinza
Em nenhum lugar dos subúrbios
Sob a luz fria do dia

Lá no meio de tudo tão vivo e sózinho
Palavras fortes que nem ossos

O sonho da rua da misericórdia
Desgasta o teu interior
Sonhando com a misericórdia
De novo nos braços de teu pai
O sonho da rua da misericórdia
Juraria que eles tinham mudado aquele sinal
Sonhando com a misericórdia
Nos braços de teu pai

Retirando os papéis das gavetas
que deslizam suavemente
Puxando na escuridão, palavra após palavra

Confessando os segredos da morna caixa de veludo
Para o padre, ele é o médico
Ele pode lidar com os choques

Sonhando com a ternura, o tremor das ancas
Por beijar os lábios de Maria

O sonho da rua da misericórdia
Desgasta o teu interior
Sonhando com a misericórdia
De novo nos braços de teu pai
O sonho da rua da misericórdia
Juraria que eles tinham mudado aquele sinal
Sonhando com a misericórdia
Nos braços de teu pai

Misericórdia, piedade, procurando por misericórdia
Misericórdia, piedade, procurando por misericórdia

Anne, junto com seu pai saiu de barco
Deslizando pela água
Cavalgando as ondas do mar

by Peter Gabriel
Mercy Street, in “So”, © 1986
Translation to English by Zé Barbosa.
Video clip with original front photo from our gallery.

May the gods be with us…

  1. You may read it here.
  2. Former leader of Genesis (band). That was precisely when Genesis were one of my favorite bands…
  3. Annual celebration called Queima das Fitas.

Labor Day

Frankly speaking? The only thing it occurs me in this Labor Day, 2013, is very much expressed by the following picture. I don’t feel much into political or social discussions. Much less those centered on arguments around if this is the Worker Day, the Labor Day or another brick on the wall…

Portugal sucks! Too much talk. Too little action. Number of non workers is increasing, number of workers totally disappointed are countless. We better take a nap and try to dream with sweet things we may not ever get in our life. Or with hot girls who never are our friends, always are other’s friends. Or let’s drink a couple of beers, pretty cold ones, deliver ourselves to the nothings of life or vomit a couple of philosophic thoughts about what we could be if we weren’t what we are but we can’t avoid to be.

Sleeping

Tomorrow will be another labor day, for the little more of 80% of the active population. Tomorrow will be another ultimate experience of labor exploitation by the ones who love most to fuck Portuguese workers: the Portuguese workers! May the gods be with us. Not today, probably! Cause today I guess they will be taking a nap too…

Ten Thousand Thundering Typhoons!

It was like Erwin Rommel was reborn and ordered his panzers to destroy everything they could find ahead. And what they have found ahead was no more, no less, the two best football squads from Spain, from the bigger Spanish towns, and ones of the best in the entire world: FC Barcelona and Real Madrid CF.

Both Tuesday and Wednesday nights were glorious for the Erwin Rommel’s kids, disastrous for the Spaniard’s:

The recipe for the victory was exactly the same in both matches. The typical German coldness, a pragmatic football based on physical power and much, much discipline. Not even the fact of the best of anything being camped in the Spanish side, meaning, the best (Lionel Messi) and the second best (Cristiano Ronaldo) football player[1] and the best football coach (José Mourinho). No! It was too bad to be true.

What made the difference between the four for FC Barcelona and the four for Real Madrid CF? First, Real Madrid CF scored once, which forces them to score at least three times in Madrid, for the second hand. It’s two goals less than what Barcelona must make to happen. Second, it was impossible to “see” Lionel Messi. Did he really played that match? On the other side of the story, Cristiano Ronaldo couldn’t not be seen because he scored the only goal from Real Madrid CF. But that was all! After that, I guess Ronaldo went on holidays, probably for the same touristy resort where Messi already was. Finally, that panzer called Robert Lewandowski, from Borussia Dortmund, was the true devil. Not only scored the four out of four goals from Borussia Dortmund but was also all the time using his fingers to help Real Madrid CF’s players counting the goals they were suffering. Maybe Lewandowski is not a fan of paella or has got any unresolved issue with the Spaniard race in the world as there was some kind of xenophobic attitude in the way he celebrated every goal out of the four he scored this night.

German panzer

Was there anyone expecting this? Noooo! What everybody was expecting was both German teams winning. Sure, they’re good. But… Massacring? Slaughtering? Humiliating? Contusing? Bruising? Tamping? Trampling? Deriding? Fleering? Flouting? Gibing? Girding? Jeering? Jibing? Scoffing? Mocking? Too bad to be true! But it is true, indeed. So true that nobody now believes that both FC Barcelona and Real Madrid CF will rise up from the mud and shit they have been thrown down to, respectively by FC Bayern Munich and Borussia Dortmund, nobody believes that UEFA Champions League final won’t be between the successors of Erwin Rommel, meaning, a kind of continuation of the duel in the Fußball-Bundesliga between FC Bayern Munich and Borussia Dortmund[2].

May the gods be with Cristiano Ronaldo, Fábio Coentrão, Pepe and José Mourinho because I am usually very solidary with my compatriots…

  1. For me it would be the other way around.
  2. They are currently in first and second position, respectively, in the Fußball-Bundesliga, with a difference of 20 points.

What must be, must be !

To be or not to be, what must be, must be! And like so rotates the world, day after day, ones after the other. One thing we can be sure about: two sequential days will never happen at the same time! I am not a fan of certain sayings with its origin in popular sources but this “what must be, must be”[1] is one of those deserving my sympathy. Not because I am a lover of behaviors based on the (apparent) power of fate, or destiny, or doom. Just because it sounds good and, above all, sometimes using it makes us feel good…

Deolinda is a band playing Portuguese popular music. It makes no part of my favorite bands but once in a while they create good songs. The band is made of a very good group of musicians, the sound sounds good[2] and the lead singer, Ana Bacalhau, has got a good voice, I think. Lyrics vary from the common sense up to almost touching a style of social intervention. The mixture of styles is sometimes not that much interesting but very often it works. Let’s say that, when listening to Deolinda we oscilate between Madredeus, fado and music pimba[3].

I leave here my tribute to this nice Portuguese band. I did my best to translate lyrics to English and, as usually, quality of video is low. I promise to keep placing here more references to what is “Made In Portugal” and making some effort to improve video quality.

So help me gods…

Em Português

Nós havemos de nos ver os dois
ver no que isto dá
ficar um pouco mais a conversar
Ter a eternidade para nós
Quem sabe, jantar,
Se tu quiseres pode ser hoje

Tem de acontecer, porque tem de ser
e o que tem de ser tem muita força
E sei que vai ser, porque tem de ser
Se é pra acontecer, pois que seja agora

Nós havemos ambos de encontrar
um destino qualquer
ou um banquinho bom para sentar
Vai ser tão bonito descobrir
que no futuro só
quem decide é a vontade

Tem de acontecer, porque tem de ser
e o que tem de ser tem muita força
E sei que vai ser, porque tem de ser
Se é pra acontecer, pois que seja agora

Tem de acontecer, porque tem de ser
e o que tem de ser tem muita força
E sei que vai ser, porque tem de ser
Se é pra acontecer, pois que seja agora

Que seja agora
Que seja agora
Se é pra acontecer
Pois que seja agora

( + 3 vezes )

In English

We’ll see each other
see what this will bring us
chatting a little bit longer
Getting eternity for us
Who knows, dinner,
It can be today if you wish

It has to happen, cause it has to be
and what must be, must be.
And I know it will be, cause it has to be
If it is to happen, so be it now

We both we shall find
some kind of destination
or a good little stool to sit
It will be so nice to figure out
that in the future, only
will shall decide

It has to happen, cause it has to be
and what must be, must be.
And I know it will be, cause it has to be
If it is to happen, so be it now

It has to happen, cause it has to be
and what must be, must be.
And I know it will be, cause it has to be
If it is to happen, so be it now

Be it now
Be it now
If it is to happen
So be it now

( + 3 times )

by Deolinda
Que Seja Agora, in “Mundo Pequenino”, © 2013
Translation to English by Zé Barbosa.
Video clip with original front photo from our gallery.
  1. “O que tem de ser, tem muita força”, in Portuguese.
  2. Forgive me the redundancy!
  3. Very much appreciated in Portugal.

Who did What, Where, When and Why?

While we, Portuguese, are still struggling to find a solution for removing the mud and the shit which are already pretty close to reach our mouth and nose, it’s fair to refresh the memory of some preachers of the perfect behaviors, the good moral and best practices, from the so called EU core block[1], and help them to have present in their mind what we, European Union citizens in general, are made of…

  • FRANCE — The founder of a French company that made breast implants linked to a major health scare has been charged by police investigating the scandal. Jean-Claude Mas, former boss of Poly Implant Protheses (PIP), faces charges of involuntary injury over the now-defunct firm’s use of substandard ingredients in its implants.
  • FRANCE — An investigative judge has placed former French President Nicolas Sarkozy under formal investigation for breach of trust, accusing him of taking advantage of elderly L’Oreal cosmetic heiress Liliane Bettencourt to help fund his 2007 campaign, Sarkozy’s attorney said, according to CNN affiliate BFM-TV.
  • FRANCE — French authorities have searched the Paris flat of IMF chief Christine Lagarde as part of an investigation into her handling of a 2008 compensation payment to a businessman supporter of ex-president Nicolas Sarkozy, her lawyer said.
  • FRANCE — French President François Hollande says he will not reshuffle his cabinet, as the opposition is demanding in the wake of the scandal over disgraced former budget minister Jérôme Cahuzac’s Swiss bank account.
  • FRANCE — Horse meat falsely labeled as beef has turned up in prepared foods across Europe with a French company, Spanghero, at its epicenter. The company denies that it purposely mislabeled meat it bought from a Dutch trader and repackaged in Luxembourg.[2]

Before this, Portuguese are so peripheral!
The show must go on…

  1. Central and Northern Europe, meaning, the ones thinking they all are beyond any suspicion and above (any) God…
  2. The point here is the “mislabeling”. Not that we are talking about a simple human mistake! We’re talking here about a very much intentional action of labeling as “beef” what in fact is horse meat.