Returnin' to mike again...

To lil' brother mike..


It's not the phase that i'm worried about... In fact I'm much of: "have it your way", than worried..

It's you, man! I know that it afects the band, but you know why? Because we're not in your life outside the band, even the girls, that's the reason... You have forgotten a rehearsal, so what? You forget two, or three, whatever, why not to compensate?... But how could you forget to warn us of such important event(s) you were going?
The point is sometimes i feel you forget us at all, that's the feeling you cause (speaking for me only, cause any knight should use his own sword, although whe're all brothers from same heart and soul), the feeling of rage for a true friend... Not the absence of your presence, But the absence of OUR presence in you...
And that's what i told you once upon a time in a final stage of your life... I was afraid of that..
You think not?
How many times a week you call us just for fun, to talk, goodnews, badnews, or to be together? That was always the meanin' of the word "café" in me... If you have another ones.. Show us... Oh that's right.. You never did show...
You have a whole wide world to grow up... And the other brothers just wanted to share it with you, cause they feel and see somethings as you do... It's your choice...

Maybe it's just my immagination...

Try to see this way... I'm tired of speakin' at you about the band problems, cause we really never shared many other life situations... (Except the old days)
I have my own projects too, other things, and i don't blame or judge other's by their own priorities... But i'm tired of that Ghostly Feeling of havin' a lil' brother to care and share life...
That's why this was started after all... To show that we don't have just simple Ghostly Feelings...
The band came much later... believe me.........


That' all about it...

KuRt CoCaInE

To Kurt Cocaine

I'll be answering in the same language,Kurt,because I can express myself rather easily like this,too.
The objective is still there to me... I still believe that we can go far. Somethings change,some not,some are just modified a little. My dream of making great music with you guys is still there. But things happen. We have our lives,our own things to ponder.
Well, I can only speak for myself. Right now,I worry about school, about my mental health,that is,thanks to God,improving, about my parents,to who I must make an effort to be good,and to me,of course. But I must think about my friends,my own desires of playing and making music everyday, my house,which I must take care of, and many other things. Even my love life is a great part of my daily thoughts.I'll be worrying with my job soon, since I got one today, at school. It'll only start next semester, but still,another thing to manage.
What I'm trying to say is that people have things to do,to think,to ponder,to release,to express,all this and much more. But that doesn't mean that our dreams fade like that. Sure,we wished things could be done everyday,or once in a while,but that's not always possible. We try, and even that's not always easy.
I love music,I really do,but my life's much more than that. I prefer not to put all my hopes on one thing,but in many,because if that thing ends in one way or another,I lose myself. I try to have a rich life,full of everyday wonders and delights. Even if the band is not going as well as we hoped, it doesn't mean it ends,or it stops, or anything like that. It's just going through a fase,that's all.
People that live out of music professionaly take years to compose, write and record a great album that will be really good. And they have just that to do! We have much more. We seek to do this right,so we must have a little patiente.

My faith is still here,untouched. I love you guys, you helped me and taught me many things. I won't ever forget that. Our time is still to come.

I still have things to believe in. I won't give up. As long as I'm here with my Masamune, we can make the dream come true. All of us. Together.

Hang in there,Kurt. Believe in me,in yourself,and in the dream. You are part of it, and it is a part of you, too.

See, God? I'm being strong, just like you asked me to be. For You and for me. I don't think I'm worthless anymore, or miserable. Thank you.


Mike Istvan

Ghostly Feeling..

Man eu não percebo mesmo o que se está a passar aqui...
Fala-se do talvez, evolui-se para um sim, passa-se à pratica, reafirma-se a confiança, volta-se a dar as mãos, combinam-se horários e assumem-se posições...

Mas o que é que se passou aqui?
Have we lost a dream or it's just me imagining things?

What are we doing or not doing to keep you away?
Was not your dream also? OUR objective?

It's like dancin the cha cha cha with a wall..
We talk, the wall is still standing there but
All that she ears is the blah blah blah...

What the f*ck is goin' on?
I'm tired..
Tired of my own blah blah blah...
Tired of pushin' the God himself to come by me, by us all...
Tired of a dream that it just stands there
That I wish it was brother's reality one day,
A real, free and true music
But there it stands, just like a static dream...

You cannot built life on earth
Not without the organic being
or without nature itself

But I'm starting to have nothing to believe in
Therefore you cannot raise life....

The 4 Elements, would not be called the elements, if they're alone... Right?

"So tell me Cloud:
Are you with Avalanche?"

No longer my choice... Just tell me:
Is this....or was this simply a Ghostly Feeling?

KuRt CoCaInE

...

Ao som de: Apocalyptica - SOS


O meu passado morreu. E deixou demasiados cadáveres espalhados pelos campos minados das minhas memórias. Demasiados cadáveres para chorar. Demasiados cadáveres dos quais não me consigo libertar.
Em momentos como este, deito a cabeça no peito dos corpos dos meus sonhos mortos e deixo-me ficar, aninhada sobre mim até que a solidão se molde, irremediavelmente, ao meu corpo. Sou reconfortada por um mundo devastado mas que me é tão familiar, tão seguro, tão meu...
Fujo dos outros quando só quero esconder-me de mim mesma. Displaro flechas de veneno a quem ousar parar para olhar na minha direcção, estender-me a mão...Corro como um gato selvagem até ao refúgio onde sou só eu e o vazio.
E então sinto-me só, cruel, insuportavelmente fria...tão fria como as ruínas das ilusões onde repouso e choro a cada noite.

Calypso