21 de maio de 2010

Conversas para estagiários negativamente críticos...
Son (...) I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. (...) You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know.(...) We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something.
You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide.(...)
I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.

GOT IT??? Now call myself what you want... but honour the badge you wear and the citizens that need you. Need you 100% here.
On my side.
On their´s side.
Defending them.

Recipe for self-destruction... you are so fucken wrong Bob...

FUCK... "está linda";"brutal";"grande maluco"....
São furos na carne para arejar o espírito e dar-lhe oxigénio...
A tinta não é tóxica... foi testada em humanos antes...
apenas isso...

14 de maio de 2010

"...se algo correr mal...não te esqueças da minha filha... fala-lhe de mim..."

Rectidão, Coragem, Benevolência, Respeito, Verdade, Honra e Lealdade.
Agora inscritos na carne... para que não se esqueçam...

But that... that´s only me...

13 de maio de 2010

6 de maio de 2010

Sempre...

1 de maio de 2010