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Personal

Serradura – Mário de Sá Carneiro

A minha vida sentou-se
E não há quem a levante,
Que desde o Poente ao Levante
A minha vida fartou-se.

E ei-la, a mona, lá está,
Estendida, a perna traçada,
No infindável sofá
Da minha Alma estofada.

Pois é assim: a minh’Alma
Outrora a sonhar de Rússias,
Espapaçou-se de calma,
E hoje sonha só pelúcias.

Vai aos Cafés, pede um bock,
Lê o “Matin” de castigo,
E não há nenhum remoque
Que a regresse ao Oiro antigo!

Dentro de mim é um fardo
Que não pesa, mas que maça:
O zumbido dum moscardo,
Ou comichão que não passa.

Folhetim da “Capital”
Pelo nosso Júlio Dantas –
Ou qualquer coisa entre tantas
Duma antipatia igual…

O raio já bebe vinho,
Coisa que nunca fazia,
E fuma o seu cigarrinho
Em plena burocracia!…

Qualquer dia, pela certa,
Quando eu mal me precate,
É capaz dum disparate,
Se encontra a porta aberta…

Isto assim não pode ser…
Mas como achar um remédio?
– Pra acabar este intermédio
Lembrei-me de endoidecer:

O que era fácil – partindo
Os móveis do meu hotel,
Ou para a rua saindo
De barrete de papel

A gritar “Viva a Alemanha”…
Mas a minh’Alma, em verdade,
Não merece tal façanha,
Tal prova de lealdade…

Vou deixá-la – decidido –
No lavabo dum Café,
Como um anel esquecido.
É um fim mais raffiné.

Serradura – Mário de Sá Carneiro

Paris – Setembro 1915

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Dev

Analysis of long tail keywords for SEO with Google Analytics

After the recent Mayday update to Google SERP I decided to have a look into how much was the long tail keywords influenced by this.

Long tail keywords are normally keywords with 3 or more words. To track it down I used the following regular expression: [^\s\+]+(\s|\+)+[^\s\+]+(\s|\+)+[^\s\+]+

Steps inside Google Analytics. Traffic Sources->Search Engines->Google->Non paid

On the filter keyword [containing] I input the regular expression: [^\s\+]+(\s|\+)+[^\s\+]+(\s|\+)+[^\s\+]+

After I just tracked down the last 3 month number of visits with and without filtering the long tail and calculated the % value of the longtail.

long tail keywords/total organic = % of the value for the long tail

5 minutes and I realised that mayday update did *not* influence my sites long tail keywords.

Hope that helps and if someone knows of a simpler or more effective way to do this I would love to know.

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Música

I Know It’s Over – The Smiths

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well… enough said.
I know it’s over – still I cling
I don’t know where else I can go
Over …
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to slit me
Do you think you can help me ?
Sad veiled bride, please be happy
Handsome groom, give her room
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
(Though she needs you
More than she loves you)
And I know it’s over – still I cling
I don’t know where else I can go
Over and over and over and over
Over and over, la …
I know it’s over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real
And you even spoke to me, and said :
“If you’re so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
And if you’re so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you’re so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you’re so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight ?
I know …
‘Cause tonight is just like any other night
That’s why you’re on your own tonight
With your triumphs and good charms
While they’re all there in each other’s arms…”
It’s so easy to laugh
It’s so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
Over, over, over, over
It’s so easy to laugh
It’s to easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
Over, over
Love is Natural and Real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight, my love
Love is Natural and Real
But not for such as you and I, my love
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
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Personal

Estória do Gato e da Lua

No princípio era o negro absoluto, a imensidão calma da noite.
Depois ela surgiu e tudo mudou.
Há muito que deixei de a procurar, agora tudo é mais calmo.
Aprendi que o melhor é esperar. Ela virá quando puder… ou quiser.
Sei que um dia virá ter comigo, senão porque passaria horas a fio, noites inteiras a observar-me?
Nada mais importa. Eu espero…
Mas nem sempre fui assim.
Depois de a conhecer a minha vida mudou. Procurei segui-la, por ela atravessei mares, corri oceanos, cheguei mesmo a andar à deriva. Tudo fiz para a encontrar. Quando julguei estar perto… estava ainda bem longe.
Senti-me perdido, sem saber o que fazer. No meio de tanto mar o barco tornava-se cada vez mais apertado, o mundo cada vez mais pequeno para toda aquela paixão!
Foi então que mudei de vida. Arranjei casa e confortavelmente instalado, julguei irrecusável a minha proposta.
Mas, de novo, ela fugiu.
Desesperado, fui então de telhado em telhado atrás dela, escravo daquele desejo, prisioneiro daquela atracção que pouco a pouco me deixava cada vez mais só.
E o tempo passou…
Agora já não corro, espero apenas.
O resto não importa…
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Personal

I miss your smell

I would say we loved each other too much.
Too much.
And I think we made the mistake
of getting it right the first time,
and that put an insane amount of
pressure on us to keep it going. And…
we buckled.
You know what I
miss most about —
well, aside from becca,of course.
I miss your smell.
-That’s it?
When you left,I couldn’t wash the sheets
because I didn’t want to lose
that completely — you.
And it fucked me up for a long time
because I would wake up and I’d smell
you and I’d thinkyou were there.
And that would — my
heart would break all over again.
I think that’s why I go
in for the kiss all the time.
I know, yeah.I think I’m going for…
another hit.
-Have you washed those sheets yet?
Oh, well, you know, I
had to throw them away.
-Oh, good.
Yeah, this hot little starbucks
barista got her periodall over them.
-You’re so fucking disgusting.
You see? Look at that. You see?
-Why do you have to say shit like that?
If I can make you laugh like
that, why can’t we be together?
That’s what I don’t understand.
-You know what? You don’t want to be with
me. You think –I know you think you do.
But if I were togive myself to
you, you would run for the hills,
’cause you’re not in love with me, hank.
You’re in love with the
idea — the idea of love.
Now, on that brave,profound note,
I’m gonna go and get some coffee.
How you can be so fucking
beautiful and so fucking wrong?
– what?
– You’re running for the hills.
Yes, you are.