DDT - Deambulações DeMentes Teóricas 52

The Serial Killer - Part XXXII

George Chapman was a was a Polish serial killer known as the Borough Poisoner. Born Seweryn Antonowicz Kłosowski in Poland, he moved as an adult to England, where he committed his crimes. He was convicted and executed after poisoning three women, but is remembered today mostly because some authorities suspected him of being our friend Jack the Ripper.

His motives for the murders are unclear. In one case, his victim had given him £500, but he gained nothing from the other two victims.Chapman took several mistresses, who often posed as his wife, three of whom he subsequently poisoned to death. They were Mary Spink (died December 25, 1897), Bessie Taylor (died February 14, 1901) and Maud Marsh (died October 22, 1902). He administered the compound tartar-emetioc to each of them. Rich in the metallic element antimony, improper usage of tartar-emetic causes a painful death with symptoms similar to arsenic poisoning. According to a certificate found in his personal effects after his arrest, he was apprenticed at age 14 to a provincial feldsher (a sort of nurse-practitioner), whom he assisted in procedures such as the application of leeches for blood-letting. He then enrolled on a course in practical surgery at the Warsaw Praga hospital. This course was very brief, lasting from October 1885 to January 1886 (attested to by another certificate in his possession) but he continued to serve as a male nurse, or doctor's assistant in Warsaw until December 1886. He later left Poland. Witness testimony at his trial seems to indicate that he arrived in London between 1887 and 1888, precicely the time of the Ripper murders.

Suspicions surrounding Marsh's death led to a police investigation. It was found that she had been poisoned, as had the other two women, whose bodies were exhumed.

An indictment for murder could contain only one count and Chapman was therefore charged only with the murder of Maud Marsh. He was prosecuted and convicted on March 19, 1903, and hanged on April 7, 1903.

One of the detectives at Scotland Yard, Frederick Abberline, is reported to have told George Godley the policeman who arrested Klosowski: "You've got Jack the Ripper at last!" In two 1903 interviews with the Pall Mall Gazette, Abberline spelled out his suspicions, referring to Klosowski by name. Speculation in contemporary newspaper accounts and books has led to Chapman, like fellow serial killer Thomas Neill Cream, becoming one of many individuals cited as a possible suspect in the infamous Jack the Ripper murders of 1888. In The Complete History of Jack the Ripper, Philip Sugden argued that Chapman is the most likely candidate among known Ripper suspects, but that the case is far from proven. As far as is known, Chapman was not a suspect at the time of the murders either under his proper name, or as "Ludwig Schloski", a name he was using in London. Chapman was a later surname borrowed from one of his common-law wives whom he did not poison — Annie Chapman (not to be confused with the Jack the Ripper victim of the same name).

The case against Chapman rests mainly on the point that he undoubtedly was a violent man with a misogynistic streak. Chapman is known as a poisoner and not a mutilator, but was known to beat his common-law wives and was prone to other violent behaviour. In one incident often used as an argument to link him to the Ripper crimes, while living in the United States, Chapman allegedly forced his wife, Lucy Klosowska, down on their bed and began to strangle her, only stopping to attend to a customer who had walked into the adjoining shop he owned. When he left, she was said to have found a knife under the pillow. He reportedly later told her that he had planned to kill her, even pointing out the spot where he would have buried her and reciting what he would have said to their neighbours.

Inspite of this, there is a lack of any hard evidence that would link Chapman to the Ripper murders. Most scholars also believe the Ripper selected victims who were previously unknown to him, while Chapman killed acquaintances. In Jack the Ripper: An Encyclopedia John Eddleston rates Chapman at only 2 ("a remote possibility") on his 0 to 5 rating of Ripper suspects. He argues that although Chapman did live in Whitechapel it was not particularly near the murders, and as a 22-year-old immigrant he is unlikely to have had detailed knowledge of the area which the Ripper seems to have had.

MURMÚRIOS DE LISBOA CXII

The Vampire & the Werewolf - Part IX

Vampire / Werewolf = Tied
Although they live in two completely different universes, both the vampire and the werewolf have certain things in common. What attracts her to them are their differences, but they share curious similarities.

They are consistent - both have dedicated most of their lives to their occupations and have not drifted elsewhere.

They are grounded - both have worked in the same place for a considerable amount of time.

This tells her they both need security or, perhaps like her, have let themselves be trapped in an apparent but mortifying sense of security.

She can sense the same restlessness in both, translated by different languages.

Both are disguised as their exact opposite, which is extremely interesting. Neither have deliberately chosen his respective mask, it naturally fell upon them. Maybe they were born with it, but most likely it has grown into them due to life's difficult labyrinths. That it has crept as two exact opposing extremes into their bodies and minds, is a remarkable phenomenon to which she cannot find words to describe.

The vampire uses his werewolf mask to disguise the coldness that lies beneath his skin. The werewolf mask provides him with the suitable, agreeable cover. He becomes one of the lads. He is the youthfull gentleman who tells inteligent jokes and makes people laugh, especially women. He is the safe haven where his students will find shelter and understanding, while totally oblivious of the fact that he is sucking his financial security and their souls out of them.

The werewolf uses his vampire mask to disguise the heat that burns underneath his muscles. The vampire mask provides him with the ideal cover. He becomes dettached, arrogant even, a marble statue of indifference towards the world. And the world does not suspect of the storms that rage inside him.
They share something else in common. Although they both know she exists, they insist on keeping themselves unavailable to her. The werewolf because his meager attempt did not produce the results he was expecting, the vampire because he simply does not care. There is another thing they share - both have slowly crept into her and insist on remaining lodged there.

MAGIC MOMENTS 235

Tunes for Travelers 40fkdsf
No carro, no comboio, no autocarro, no avião, no barco. Façamo-nos às estradas deste mundo, mas que seja com estilo e energia.

So why don't we make a little room

In my BMW, babe, searchin' for some peace 


of mind

Macro Secrets 186

I´m Sigourney in Aliens -
and it's growing ...

AS BANDAS DE ANDRÓMEDA

Jackson 5

EUA
O apelido da família e o número de elementos do grupo


Época de ouro da Motown
Michael Jackson, the one and only
Sem Michael os Jackson teriam sido apenas uma curiosidade engraçada
Com Jackson, criança prodígio maravilhosa, os Jackson foram um fenómeno
O soul que lhe sai da garganta aos 7 anos de idade é estarrecedor (façam a experiência e ponham a vossa criancinha lá em casa a cantar ...)
Coreografias, cores, ritmo e muita alma
Harmonia de vozes, que fazem sobressair a voz cristalina, melodiosa e com garra de Michael


I want you back, sempre
Mas também: ABC, Shake your body, Stop the love you save, Can you feel it, Rockin' Robin, Blame it on the boogie, I'll be there, Ben, Who's Lovin' you (tomara muitos adultos conseguirem cantar isto desta maneira), Dancing Machine, Never can say goodbye

Oh darlin' I need one more chance!

PALAVRAS TRADUZIDAS 25

Lady Marmalade - Moulin Rouge


(LiL' KIM)
Onde é que estão as minhas irmãs da alma
Deixem-me ouvir-vos fluir irmãs

(TODAS=CHRISTINA AGUILERA, PINK, MYA, LIL KIM)
Hey irmã, vai irmã, irmã da alma, flui irmã (oh)
Hey irmã, vai irmã, irmã da alma, vai irmã

(MYA)
Ele conheceu a Marmelada no velho Moulin Rouge
A bambolear-se na rua (rua (eco))
Ela disse, "Olá, hey Joe, queres experimentar?" (woah)

(TODAS)
Giuchie, giuchie, ya ya da da (yeah-ey)
Giuchie, giuchie, ya ya aqui (aqui)
Moca Choco late ya ya (ooh yeah)
(MYA)
Creoula Senhora Marmelada

(TODAS)
Queres-te deitar comigo hoje à noite (ah, oh)
Queres-te deitar comigo hoje (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)

(Hey irmã, vai irmã, irmã da alma, flui irmã
Hey irmã, vai irmã, irmã da alma, flui irmã)

(PINK)
Ele sentou-se no seu quarto enquanto ela se refrescava
O rapaz bebeu aquele vinho de Magnolia todo
Nos seus lençóis de cetim negro
Foi onde ele se começou a passar, yeah

(TODAS)
Giuchie, giuchie, ya ya da da (da da)
Giuchie, giuchie, ya ya here (ooh ooh yah yah)
Moca Choco late ya ya (yaaaa)
(PINK)
Creoula Senhora Marmelada

(TODAS)

Queres-te deitar comigo hoje à noite (à noite)
Queres-te deitar comigo (Yeah yeah yeah uh)

(LIL KIM)
Nós vimos com o dinheiro e os cintos de ligas
Deixá-los perceber que temos esse bolo
Através do portão
Nós as mulheres independentes, alguns tomam-nos por pêgas
Eu digo porque é que hei-de gastar o meu quando posso gastar do teu


Discordas? Bom isso és tu e desculpa
Eu vou continuar a brincar com estes gatos como Atari
Sapatos de salto alto receber amor dos gajos
Quatro raparigas ruins do Moulin Rouge


Hey irmãs, irmãs da alma
É melhor conseguirem essa massa irmãs

Bebemos vinho com diamantes no copo
Por sinal o significado de gosto caro
Queres gitchie, gitchie, ya ya (anda lá)
Moca Choco late o quê?
Creoula Senhora Marmelada

(TODAS)
(Mais uma vez, vá)
Marmelada (ooh)
Senhora Marmelada (ooh yeah)
Marmelada (ooh, hey hey hey)

(CHRISTINA AGUILERA)
O toque da sua pele é suave como seda, hey
Cor do café com leite (é isso)
Fez a fera interior rugir até ele chorar
Mais (mais) mais (mais) mais (mais)

(PINK)
Agora ele está de volta a casa a trabalhar das 9 às 5 (9 às 5)
(MYA)
A viver a vida da flanela cinzenta (oh piedade)
(CHRISTINA AGUILERA)
Mas quando adormece as memórias assombram-no
Mais (mais) mais (mais) mais (mais)
(ALL)
Giuchie, giuchie, ya ya da da (da da ahah oh)
Giuchie, giuchie, ya ya here (ooh Oh deus)
Moca Choco late ya ya (oh oh oohoh )
Creoula Senhora Marmelada



Queres-te deitar comigo hoje à noite (à noite)

Queres-te deitar comigo (todas as minhas irmãs yeh)

Queres-te deitar comigo hoje à noite (à noite)

Queres-te deitar comigo (ooh)




(MISSY ELLIOT)
Christina (oh yeah ooh)
Pink (Lady Marmalade)
Lil' Kim (hey hey uh uh uh uh uh uh uh)
Mya (oh oh ooooh)
Mount Wallaby
Moulin Rouge (ooh dadow dadow)
Mau comportamento aqui

(TODAS)
Creoula Senhora Marmelada ooh sim!

DDT - Deambulações DeMentes Teóricas 51

The Serial Killer - Part XXXI

Joseph Vacher was a french serial killer, sometimes known as "The French Ripper" or "L'éventreur du Sud-Est" ("The South-East Ripper"). When he was a child Joseph was sent to a very strict Catholic school, where he was taught to obey and to fear God. In 1893, while in militaryconscription, he fell in love with a young maidservant, Louise, who was not at all attracted to him and even mocked him. In a rage, he shot her four times (she was badly injured, but survived) and then tried to commit suicide. Shooting himself twice in the head accomplished nothing more than paralyzing one side of his face (one of the bullets remained forever lodged in his skull) and putting him in a mental institution. Medical treatment did nothing for him, but the doctors released him as "completely cured" one year later. Shortly after his release, at the age of 25, he began his murder spree.

During a three-year period beginning in 1894, Vacher murdered and mutilated at least 11 people (one woman, five teenage girls, and five teenage boys). Many of them were shepherds watching their flocks in isolated fields. The victims were stabbed repeatedly, often disemboweled, raped, and sodomized. Vacher was a drifter, travelling from town to town, from Normandy to Provence, staying mainly in the southeast of France, and surviving by begging or working on farms as a day laborer.

In 1897, Vacher tried to assault a woman in a field in Ardèche. She fought back and her screams soon alerted her husband and son, both of whom came rushing to her aid. The men overpowered Vacher and took him to the police. The authorities had little evidence that Vacher was responsible for the rash of murders, but Vacher soon confessed to everything.

Vacher claimed he was insane because of a quack cure given to him as a child, when a rabid dog bit him (in fact he was not bitten at all, just licked), then changed his mind and said that he was sent there by God, just like Joan of Arc, in order to make people think and understand the real virtues of faith. He was however judged sane by the court and sentenced to death on October 28, 1898. Vacher was executed by guillotine two months later, at dawn on December 31, 1898. He refused to walk towards the scaffold and had to be dragged by the executioners.

MURMÚRIOS DE LISBOA CXI

The Vampire & the Werewolf - Part VIII

Round 5: Werewolf

Apart from the love of cars, bikes and workout, she knows that the werewolf is interested in zen. He wears a yin-yang circular symbol around his neck all the time. It goes with the rest of his outlook. He prefers black, the color of night and of warriors.
She finds this interesting. That the werewolf, the epitome of manhood and masculinity and eventually even brutality and savagery, is also in touch with his feminine side. It makes her even more curious about him.
She ventures an explanation - he's in to zen philosophy. The contrasting symbol and the color black match this prediction, not to mention the fact that he enjoys his workout - she can see that by the strength of his muscled arms.
She wonders what would make a werewolf interested in zen, of all things. It tells her he is not just what he wants people to see. It tells her he's got depth in him. That he is not just a fighter, a brute, but a warrior. There's a huge difference between one and the other. The brute fights with no reason. The warrior fights only when he has a good reason. The  warrior thinks before he strikes. He does not waste time, energy or ammunition. And when he goes to battle he knows he has a good chance of coming out of it victorious.
Perhaps he means to control his anger. Or perhaps deep down inside his soul he really wants to find his other half. Perhaps in his nightly, lonesome wanderings or even when he's trying to decipher the intricacies of his engines, the werewolf wonders what it would be like to have someone by his side. Someone who could understand him, and not judge him. Someone who could understand and welcome his demanding needs and desires. Someone who could balance his dark side, his animal insctinct, and maybe even smooth some of his hard edges. Someone who would accept him exactly the way he is, without questioning or criticizing.
In truth, she thinks he might be a romantic after all. Every warrior is.
Of all philosophies and religions, she has also been seduced by zen a long time ago. It's the only one that attracts her in some way. It fascinates her to the point of wishing she had 200 years to be able to study it properly. She knows you cannot really learn zen unless you are taught by a master in some eastern country. It is probably the most complicated philosophical system ever invented. There are a few things she has managed to learn though: to accept the present, to have patience, to work with what life gives you and, most of all, not try bending the road you travell.
She thinks that this might help her to deal with the fact that her path and the werewolf's own path will probably never cross eachother, although their owners cross eachother's paths almos every day.

MAGIC MOMENTS 234

Tunes for Travelers 39fkdsf
No carro, no comboio, no autocarro, no avião, no barco. Façamo-nos às estradas deste mundo, mas que seja com estilo e energia.

We don't need no destination
Just a tank of gas and a good clear station

Macro Secrets 185

Nobody is going to give me a fucking medal

AS BANDAS DE ANDRÓMEDA

Heróis do Mar

Portugal
O nome tem conotações com a época de ouro dos Descobrimentos Portugueses


A voz agradável, marota e apimentada de Rui Pregal da Cunha
A atitude marota e apimentada de Rui Pregal da Cunha e sus muchachos
O som inconfundível da banda, verdadeira pedra no charco da música portuguesa da altura e ainda de hoje
As letras acutilantes, marotas, espertalhonas, divertidas
A masculinidade brutal que pingava de cada música, sexy e provocante
A maior banda portuguesa pop de sempre


Amor é a preferida de sempre. Imbatível no ritmo, no power e no tal elemento de masculinidade, sobretudo na parte do refrão
Mas também: Paixão, O Inventor, Cachopa, Só Gosto de Ti, Supersticioso, Alegria, A Glória do Mundo, Brava dança dos heróis, Eu Quero, Fado, Saudade (onde já se via o início dos Madredeus de Pedro Ayres de Magalhães)

Hey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Iauhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PALAVRAS TRADUZIDAS 24

Ne-Yo - Closer


Mais perto, mais perto
Mais perto, mais perto


Apaga as luzes neste sítio
E ela brilha como uma estrela
E eu juro que conheço a cara dela
Só não sei quem és


Aumenta o volume the música aqui
Ainda a ouço muito bem
Como se estivesse mesmo no meu ouvido
A dizer-me que quer


Possuir-me
Controlar-me
Fica mais perto
Fica mais perto

E eu não consigo afastar-me
Estou sob um feitiço que não consigo quebrar
Não consigo parar, não consigo parar
Não consigo parar, não consigo parar


E não consigo afastar-me
Mas não quero escapar
Não consigo parar, não consigo parar 
Não consigo parar, não consigo parar 
Não consigo parar

Consigo senti-la na minha pele
Consigo saboreá-la na minha língua
Ela é o sabor mais doce que já v
Quanto mais tenho, mais quero


Ela quer possuir-me
Aproxima-te
Ela diz, "Aproxima-te"
Hey!


E eu não consigo afastar-me
Estou sob um feitiço que não consigo quebrar
Não consigo parar, não consigo parar
Não consigo parar, não consigo parar 

E não consigo afastar-me
Mas não quero escapar

Não consigo parar, não consigo parar
Não consigo parar, não consigo parar 

Não consigo parar

DDT - Deambulações DeMentes Teóricas 50

The Serial Killer - Part XXX

Henry Howard Holmes was active between 1888 and 1894, targetting mostly younger women during the famous Chicago World's Fair. 

His father was a violent alcoholic, and his mother was a devout Methodist who read the Bible to his son. He claimed that, as a child, classmates forced him to view and touch a human skeleton after discovering his fear of the local doctor. The bullies initially brought him there to scare him, but instead he was utterly fascinated, and he soon became obsessed with death.

While attending university, he stole bodies from the laboratory, disfigured them, and claimed that the people were killed accidentally in order to collect insurance money from policies he took out on each deceased person. He moved to Chicago to pursue a career in pharmaceuticals. He also engaged in many shady businesses, real estate, and promotional deals under the name "H. H. Holmes".

He killed the women by enticing them to his custom-built "murder castle," which was tailor-made to kill large numbers of people using a wide variety of premeditated methods. To keep this secret, he fired all his builders and hired new ones before any one set of builders could ever finish one part of the "house." He sometimes murdered his victims on a day-to-day basis but usually slept with the victim first and devised a method in the morning. Actual body count is unknown, but it is possible that there could have been more than 230 victims, as the majority of the victims were completely dissolved into acid housed in a   gigantic pit built into his basement. In his biography he wrote he had killed 133 victims.

Following the World's Fair,  Holmes left Chicago and reappeared in Texas where he had inherited property from two railroad heiress sisters, to one of whom he had promised marriage and both of whom he murdered. There, he sought to construct another castle along the lines of his Chicago operation. However, he soon abandoned this project, finding the law enforcement climate in Texas inhospitable. He continued to move about the United States and Canada, and it seems likely that he continued to kill.

In July 1894, Holmes was arrested and briefly incarcerated for the first time, for a horse swindle. He was promptly bailed out, but while in jail, struck up a conversation with a convicted train robber who was serving a 25-year sentence. Holmes had concocted a plan to swindle an insurance company out of $10,000 by taking out a policy on himself and then faking his death. Holmes promised Hedgepeth a $500 commission in exchange for the name of a lawyer who could be trusted. He was directed to Colonel Jeptha Howe, the brother of a public defender, who found Holmes’s plan brilliant. Holmes's plan to fake his own death failed when the insurance company became suspicious and refused to pay. Holmes did not press his claim; instead he concocted a similar plan with his associate, Benjamin Pitezel.

In 1894, the police were tipped off by his former cellmate, whom Holmes had neglected to pay off as promised for his help in providing Howe. Holmes's murder spree finally ended when he was arrested in Boston on November 17, 1894, after being tracked there from Philadelphia by the Pinkertons. He was held on an outstanding warrant for horse theft in Texas, as the authorities had little more than suspicions at this point and Holmes appeared poised to flee the country, in the company of his unsuspecting third wife.
After the custodian for "the Castle" informed police that he was never allowed to clean the upper floors, police began a thorough investigation over the course of the next month, uncovering Holmes's efficient methods of committing murders and then disposing of the corpses. A fire of mysterious origin consumed the building on August 19, 1895, and the site is currently occupied by a U.S. Post Office building.

This is the typical case of a serial, born serial, but using his serial skills to gain profit from it. Not the true artist, for sure, but neither the lame one.

MURMÚRIOS DE LISBOA CX

The Vampire & the Werewolf - Part VII

Round 3: Vampire

She feels they make a good team, she and the vampire. They have the same working habits, at least. Organization, method, a steady pace. They understand eachother in that department.

But does that mean he knows her? Does it mean he has even the slightest idea of what goes on in her soul? No, definitely not. But then, does she know herself? Does she know who she is? Who is she? If she did know herself, she wouldn't be torn between a vampire and a werewolf. It would all be very clear to her. She would be able to choose between two extremes, two roads that lead to opposites of the world. But she can't because she has no idea who she is or, even worse, who she wants to be.

The vampire could help her. He has the power to look at her from a distance, his evaluation detached. Sometimes she wonders what he sees of her in her written words. A lot, probably. His trained eyes will no doubt find their way in between the lines and detect all her insecurities, all her fears, all her desires. It's unfair, of course. For the only thing she has of him are his eyes. Yet, as we already know, his eyes very rarely reveal what lies underneath. He is a remarkable actor. In fact, he would make Brando proud, she's sure. And that's probably why he disdained the option of sharing the genius' time of glory. The vampire knows what the great actor knew so well - all of us are great actors, and we don't even know it. Every time we don't feel what someone expects us to feel, we fake. We fake all day long, without even noticing. Rarely are we who we really are, is it not true?

She always had a problem with the hipocritical turns of the human day-to-day existence. She is also a remarkable actress, but for quite opposite reasons. The vampire acts because he's after something. She acts because she's hiding. The vampire has lost track of his own soul, buried beneath endless layers of masks he built over the years to protect himself, his wants and needs. She always ran from the world, pretending to be a block of ice just so that no one could even suspect how fragile she is. The vampire acts because he has no sensibility. She acts because she has too much of it.

And so she wonders more and more how it would have been to have known that great genius. She's sure he would understand her. He might not be able to help her, but he would definitely understand how she is, why she does the things she does, what makes her tick, what makes her crawl into a corner. And he would understand the vampire. He would be able to show the vampire his own reflection in a human mirror.

She wonders if the vampire would run scared. Maybe he hasn't looked into a mirror in a long time. Maybe he has a Dorian Gray kind of portrait which, if unveiled, would suddenly show the vampire the monster he has become.

MAGIC MOMENTS 233

Tunes for Travelers 38fkdsf
No carro, no comboio, no autocarro, no avião, no barco. Façamo-nos às estradas deste mundo, mas que seja com estilo e energia.

Big wheels keep on turning

Carry me home to see my kin

Macro Secrets 184

Never quit when you believe

AS BANDAS DE ANDRÓMEDA

Glenn Miller Band

EUA
O nome do senhor que a fundou e maestrou, claro


A época das grandes orquestras
O swing inigualável
Quando se dançava como deve ser
E um homem pedia a uma mulher para dançar
Quando ir a um clube era para se ouvir boa música, dançar e conversar até de madrugada


In the Mood
Mas também: Moonlight Serenade, Pennsylvania 6-5000, Chattanooga Choo Choo, A String of Pearls, Little Brown Jug, Perfidia, At Last

PALAVRAS TRADUZIDAS 23

I Feel Good - James Brown


Whoa-oa-oa! Sinto-me bem, sabia que me sentiria bem, agora
Sinto-me bem, sei que me sentiria, agora

Tão bem, tão bem, porque te tenho a ti

Whoa! Sinto-me agradável, como açúcar e especiarias
Sinto-me agradável, como açúcar e especiarias
Sinto-me agradável, como açúcar e especiarias
Tão agradável, tão agradável, porque te tenho a ti


Quanto te aperto nos meus braços
Sei que não consigo fazer nada mal
E quando te aperto nos meus braços
O meu amor não te fará mal


e sinto-me agradável, como açúcar e especiarias
sinto-me agradável, como açúcar e especiarias
Tão agradável, tão agradável, porque te tenho a ti



Quanto te aperto nos meus braços
Sei que não consigo fazer nada mal
E quando te aperto nos meus braços
O meu amor não me fará mal



e sinto-me agradável, como açúcar e especiarias
sinto-me agradável, como açúcar e especiarias
Tão agradável, tão agradável, porque te tenho a ti


e sinto-me agradável, como açúcar e especiarias
sinto-me agradável, como açúcar e especiarias
Sinto-me bem, sabia que me sentiria bem, agora
Sinto-me bem, sei que me sentiria

Tão bem, tão bem, porque te tenho a ti

Tão bem, tão bem, porque te tenho a ti

Tão bem, tão bem, porque te tenho a ti

HEY!! 

DDT - Deambulações DeMentes Teóricas 49

The Serial Killer - Part XXIX

Ten years before Jack the Ripper, nineteenth century French serial killer, Eusebius Pieydagnelle, developed an obsession with blood while growing up across the street from a butcher shop. He told police, “The smell of fresh blood, and appetizing meat, the bloody lumps–all this fascinated me and I began to envy the butcher’s assistant, because he could work at the block, with his sleeves rolled-up and bloody hands.” In spite of his respectable parents’ opposition, he became an apprentice at the butcher shop where he wounded cattle and drank their blood. But the greatest excitement for him came when he was allowed to kill an animal himself: “…the sweetest sensation is when you feel the animal trembling under your knife. The animal’s departing life creeps along the blade right up to your hand. The mighty blow that felled the bullocks sounded like sweet music to my ears.” Shocking words from someone who was probably always thought of as a decent man.

He confessed to murdering six people.

MURMÚRIOS DE LISBOA CIX

The Vampire & the Werewolf - Part VI

Round 2: Werewolf.

Did you think you could win this race?, she wants to ask the vampire.

She wishes he would read these lines. So that he would know he has serious competition and the competition is winning the race.

She wishes she could tell him all about the werewolf. That he manages to stir something deep inside her just by presenting his body before her eyes. That he most definitely must be a simple man, with simple tastes and simple wants and needs.

Unlike you, vampire, he is not interested in mesmerizing an entire audience with his rhetorical skills. He does not want to change the literary world with his exceptional genius. He just wants to find a place where he can rest his head from the world. Like her.

Yet he is a magician, in his simple, unambitious world. His customers describe him as such. She can imagine his skilfull hands patiently sensing the machine's tantrums and working their way through their restless metal spirits to make them do what they are supposed, but don't want to. She can imagine those hands touching similar places that belong to her and working their way slowly into ecstasy.

In her imagination the vampire wrinkles his nose to all these things, which he will no doubt consider rambling thoughts of an imature soul.

She insists, though, in her mind. The werewolf is down to earth, grounded, solid, secure. The old man seems to like him, for he would not have kept him all these years otherwise.

Someday, she fears, the werewolf will go. Not because he wants to, but because he must. The old man will die and the garage will close. The werewolf will have to find territory elsewhere. She fears that day. She fears that day more than she thought she might ever.

She must do something. Soon.

Are you reading this, vampire? Or did you think you could win her heart just with the touch of that warm, soft, reassuring hand?
The werewolf has touched her all over without ever coming close to her skin. If only he knew that. Would he shed his vampire's outter skin and come nest upon her bosom? She wishes that at least the werewolf can smell her perfume when she passes him on the street while he's sweeping the floor and pretending not to see her because the old man watches him with hawk eyes.
The werewolf is winning. But who cares?
She doesn't want this story to turn into a Gabriel Garcia Marquez novel but as the days go by it is resembling more and more precisely that.
Her heart has bled for the werewolf too long. Much more than it would be healthy or wise.
The only thing she can think of is his look at the top of the street, straight into her eyes, straight into her heart, straight into her mind, as if he was inches away from her. And that was not in her imagination.

MAGIC MOMENTS 232

Tunes for Travelers 37fkdsf
No carro, no comboio, no autocarro, no avião, no barco. Façamo-nos às estradas deste mundo, mas que seja com estilo e energia.

You'll see me once or maybe twice 


That's all you'll see of me 

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No one's ever happy with what they have

AS BANDAS DE ANDRÓMEDA

Fleetwood Mac

Inglaterra & EUA
O nome é a junção dos apelidos do baterista Mick Fleetwood e do baixista John McVie, os únicos membros originais da banda a permanecerem na formação até hoje.


A melhor banda de sempre deste planeta.
Certamente que uma das melhores bandas da galáxia e arredores, se exisitirem outras.
A voz de Stevie Nicks, que não é uma mulher, nem sequer uma cantora, mas uma deusa.
A voz de Christine McVie.
A variedade de vozes do grupo, com 3 vocalistas.
A longevidade do grupo, têm 45 anos, com várias formações diferentes mas sem nunca se terem separado.
As letras profundas, verdadeiras histórias encantadas, de Stevie.
O som único da banda.


Sendo dificílimo escolher uma canção que seja a que mais gosto, escolho Gipsy porque é a que mais tem a ver comigo.
Mas também: Sara, Songbird, Don't stop, You make loving fun, Everywhere, Go your own way, Little lies, Dreams

To the gypsy that remains
faces freedom with a little fear

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Where did you sleep last night - Nirvana

Minha miúda, minha miúda, não me mintas

Diz-me onde dormiste ontem à noite

Entre os pinheiros, entre os pinheiros

Onde o sol nunca brilha

Tremi a noite toda

Minha miúda, minha miúda, para onde irás

Vou para onde o vento frio sopra

Entre os pinheiros, entre os pinheiros

Onde o sol nunca brilha

Tremeria a noite toda

O marido dela era um homem trabalhador

A cerca de um quilómetro daqui

A cabeça dele foi encontrada numa roda motriz

Mas o corpo nunca foi encontrado

Minha miúda, minha miúda, para onde irás?

Diz-me onde dormiste ontem à noite

Nos pinheiros, nos pinheiros

Onde o sol nunca brilha

Tremeria a noite toda

Minha miúda, minha miúda, para onde irás?

Vou para onde o vento frio sopra

Nos pinheiros, nos pinheiros

Onde o sol nunca brilha

Tremeria a noite toda

DDT - Deambulações DeMentes Teóricas 48

The Serial Killer XXVIII

Johann Otto Hoch (1862–1906) is the most famous and last-used alias of a German-born murderer and bigamist, John Schmidt. He was found guilty of the murder of one wife but is thought to have killed many more.

Hoch immigrated to the United States as a young man in the 1890s and began to marry a string of women, frequently taking the name of his most recent victim. He would swindle all their money and either leave them or kill them with arsenic and then begin his pattern all over again. At age 51 Chicago police would dub him "Americas greatest mass murderer," but statistics remain vague in this puzzling case. We know that Hoch bigamously married at least 55 women between 1890 and 1905, bilking all of them for cash and slaying many, but the final number of murder victims is a matter of conjecture. Sensational reports credit Hoch with 25 to 50 murders, but police were only certain of 15, and in the end he went to trial (and to the gallows) for a single homicide. Hoch's first and only legal wife was Christine Ramb, who bore him three children before he deserted her in 1887. 

By February 1895, as "Jacob Huff," he had surfaced in Wheeling, West Virginia, where he won the heart and hand of Caroline Hoch, a middle-aged widow. They were married in April, and Caroline fell gravely ill three months later. Called to her beside, Rev. Hermann Haas watched "Huff" administer a potion that Haas believed to be poison, but the minister took no action and Caroline died days later in agony. "Huff" cleaned out her $900 bank account, sold their house, collected $2500 in life insurance benefits -- and vanished. Suicide was suspected, with his clothing, his watch, and note found on the bank of the Ohio River, but no body was ever recovered. Hoch kept his latest victim's surname -- described by prosecutors as "a warped keepsake stored in an evil mind" -- and moved on to Chicago, finding work in the meat-packing plants when he was not engaged with the business of spent a year in jail for defrauding a used-furniture dealer. Police Inspector George Shippy also suspected Hoch of bigamy, and murder was added to the list upon receipt of a letter from the Rev. Hass in West Virginia. Shippy started digging into Hoch's background, turning up reports of dozens of missing or deserted women from San Francisco to New York City, but solid evidence remained elusive. In Wheeling, Caroline Hoch was exhumed in a search for arsenic traces, but surgeons found the body gutted, all her vital organs missing. Hoch was released at the end of his jail term, chalking up another 15 wives before his ultimate arrest in 1905. Aware that Shippy and others were charting his movements, Hoch killed more often and more swiftly while swindling women. Selecting his victims from newspaper "lonely heart" columns, Hoch went merrily about his business by relying on primitive embalming fluids with their high arsenic content to cover any traces of poison in his victims. On December 5, 1904, he married Marie Walcker in Chicago, killing her at once. Wasting no time, Hoch proposed to his sister-in-law on the night of Marie's death, and they were married six days after the hasty funeral. Amelia Hoch bestowed a gift of $750 on her husband, prompting him to vanish with the cash, and immediately summoned the police.
Modern science was Hoch's downfall. His late wife's mortician employed a new embalming fluid with no taint of arsenic. Medical examiners found poison in Marie Walcker's system and Hoch was charged with her murder, his picture mailed to every major American newspaper. In New York City, a middle-aged landlady recognized "Henry Bartels," a new tenant who had proposed marriage to her 20 minutes after renting a room. At his arrest, police seized a revolver, a several wedding rings with their inscriptions filed off, and a fountain pen filled with arsenic -- which Hoch claimed was intended for himself, a foiled attempt suicide. Chicago journalist dubbed Hoch the "Stockyard Bluebeard," trumpeting the speculative details of his criminal career. At the trial he whistled, hummed, and twirled his thumbs throughout the prosecutions case, apparently while well pleased with his position in the limelight. On Conviction of Marie Walcker's murder, he was sentenced to hang, telling the court, "it's all over with Johann. It serves me right." Mounting the gallows on February 23, 1906, Hoch reverted to a claim of innocence, declaring "I am done with this world. I have done with everybody." As the trap was sprung, a local newsman quipped, "Mr. Hoch, but the question remains: What have you done with everybody?" Part of the solution was unearthed in 1935 when human bones were found inside the wall of a Chicago house once occupied by Hoch. It was a meager bit of evidence, the victim unidentified, and Johann's body count, the names and number of his murdered wives, will probably remain a mystery forever.