domingo, 17 de marzo de 2013

St. Patrick's Day in the Sunshine State






Orange, white and green, these make the colours of the Irish flag, waving through palm trees with tons of Green people drinking and cheering to honour whatever they want to...

As I said once, the Captain is a rough player, and you just can't play him as a nobody. Unexpected gatherings, lost in the middle of that mankind, some looks, laughter,  a few more drinks, desires and a deep unsettling sleep...

There is this Irishman walking out from a pub...No, really!

domingo, 10 de marzo de 2013

Apparently, everything in its right place...


A couple of overwhelming thoughts dictating what to do...Should I check the beach again? Obviously, I had to, longskate, the bridge,some music, quite a few hardcore surfers hanging around, empty mighty waves closing out with no mercy...Nobody is out there, and the wind blows insanely...And quite sharky too!!!

No surfing regardless of Erika, and no cup of tea in the eve..What a Sunday!!

Good night!

sábado, 9 de marzo de 2013

And the wind keeps on blowing...

Sometimes, there is great need for saying something to someone. In other occasions, nothing is left to be said. Whatever the case may be, the sense of loosing floats around, however, the silver grin remains.

Good night.

lunes, 31 de diciembre de 2012

 December 31, Bryan Park, Lake Worth, FL

Happy New Year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

domingo, 26 de agosto de 2012

Isaac!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As previously announced, Isaac has arrived with much of its energy directed westwards. Therefore, not as destructive as was supposed to be according to yesterday's weather forecast. Regardless of that, heavy rain, gusty winds (mainly in the Keys) and the permanent menace of getting worst.

However, Isaac poses a potential serious thread to portions of the Northern Gulf Coast. If you could peep out of my window, you would see nothing but a rainfall cascade like..It is just unbelievable...

 Despite the terrible weather conditions, I went to the beach to have a look at the ocean, and this is what I saw....




All the best.

PS: It is quite likely that Isaac  becomes a hurricane on its way through the Gulf of Mexico.

sábado, 25 de agosto de 2012

Back in Florida

The second coming, the return, call it as you want. The truth is that, it was meant to be this way, even further, the "Circle Theory" has proved itself to be infallible and undeniable. Just in the very same day I got my flight to the US, it showed up....Part of the small letter in this thrilling game... After a month, I feel home, with some irrelevant changes, but at the same time, crucial ones regarding the mindset... It is highly expected to be witnessing a very much fierce tropical storm in Florida these days. ladies and gentleman: "Isaac". We can't predict if the impact will be that dramatic or not, either way, I bought a flashlight and some water just in case electricity and other utilities get affected. The bright side regards surfing, about 12 feet waves expected for Monday...Beyond my potential and my back current condition...Probably some wicked snap to be shot! Lastly, needless to say, you are more than welcome to my place, as long as your will is good. Love and surfing! Rob Roy.

viernes, 27 de julio de 2012

Uma tarde em Lisboa

Cidades e homes. Em nesta corrida verdadeira, a idea era que os atletad corressem um numero de voltas aleatorio. A extensao da corrida era decidida por um jogar de dados.Alem do mais, quando os atletas-matematicos estivessem mesmo no fin da carrera, Erdos lancaria de novo o dado e o numero que saisse determinaria o numero de voltas que os atletas ainda tinham que dar.Tratava-se, assim,de dificultar ou mesmo de impedir a medicao e o controlo do proprio esforco: o facto de nao se saber onde esta a meta, o nao se saber quando acaba, este desconhecimento, faz com que o esforco muscular e respiratorio se torne em parte descontrolado. Corro imenso e, quando a meta esta a dois metros, alguem me diz que tenho que correr ainda mas tres voltas... E o mais assustador e pensar na imagem grotesca de um conjunto de atletas humanos a corrervoltas determinado pelos numeros dos dados jogados para a mesa por um ou dois Pensar que nos obedecemos aos numeros que a sorte, ditada pelos macacos... Does this remind you of anything? Boa noite!div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">