To all my "friends" in Portugal! Thinking of you on a day like this... Completely general strike. Nothing runs everything has stopped. Riots in the streets. Thinking of those little has and will even less get. All perhaps due to incompetent ruling. How can they survive? But, remember the is always a day of sun, although it is now cloudy. Remember "There are sicknesses worse than sicknesses"...

There are sicknesses worse than sicknesses,
There are pains that do not ache, not even in the soul,
Yet are more painful than all the others.
There are anxieties dreamed of more real
Than those life brings us, sensations
Felt only by imagining them,
More our own than life itself.
So many things exist without existing,
Exist, and linger on and on,
And on and on belong to us, and are us...
Over the turbid green of the wide-spreading river
The white circumflexes of the gulls...
Over and above the soul, the useless fluttering
Of what never was, nor ever can be, and that`s all.

Euro is it any blessing ?

Let me have more vine, life is nothing.

But which is true
And which is false
No one can explain. Except the politicians.
 And as we go on living,
The life we spend`s the one
That`s doomed to thinking...

Please let me have more vine, life is nothing...