SEITEN TAISEN SON GOKU

He's a small but fierce little animal...


... with eyes of gold.

in Saiyuki Gaiden, Vol. 2 Chapter 15.2

Saiyuki Gaiden (c) Kazuya Minekura

Nota: Eu pintei a imagem, mas mesmo assim ela pertence ao manga Saiyuki Gaiden.

YOU'RE A CHOCOLATE-CHOCOLATE CUPCAKE!

Quizzes Girls Games

People take one look at you and think they know what you're about, but there is a LOT more going on beneath that shy, quiet surface. If people give your personality a nibble, they're surprised to discover how intense and delicious you are. No wonder they find you so hard to resist! You're as seductive and magnetic as the richest, most delectable chocolate cake, and nobody wants to share you.

(Totalmente de acordo xD)

EVEN A WORM [17:2]

I've kept on killing so I could live.
The night my master was killed I was drowning in feelings of regret and despair. The desire to kill that I felt was directed at my own worthless self.
Ever since that day... every time to survive... I put my life on the line believing in kill or be killed.
I don't know the murderous intent that seethes in me now.
I'm not familiar with this pure desire.

(~Genjyo Sanzo

Kazuya Minekura)

Eu pintei a imagem, por isso... Vocês já sabem.

PARABÉNS PARA MIM!

Bem hoje faço anos... Logo, é normal receber prendas.

No entanto, uma delas eu não estava à espera de receber (pelo menos, não sem mais alguma insistência da minha parte)... O volume 9 do manga Saiyuki Reload, por isso decidi postar a apresentação dos personagens desta história (feita pela mangaka Kazuya Minekura)...

Genjyo Sanzo -

A very brutal, wordly priest. He drinks, smokes, gambles and even carries a gun. He's looking for the sacred scripture of his late master, Koumyou Sanzo. He's egotistical, haughty and has zero sense of humor, but this handsome 23-year-old hero also has calm judgement and charisma. His favorite phrases are "Die" and "I'll kill you". His main weapons are the Maten Sutra, a hand-gun, and a paper fan for idiots. He's 177 cm tall (approx. 5'10") and is often noted for his drooping purple eyes.

Son Goku -

The brave, cheerful Monkey King of legend; an unholy child born from the rocks where the aura of the Earth was gathered. His brain is full of thoughts of food and games. To pay for the crimes he committed when he was young, he was imprisoned in the rocks for five hundred years without aging. Because of his optimistic personality, he's become the mascot character of the group; this 18-year-old of superior health is made fun of by Gojyo, yelled at by Sanzo and watched over by Hakkai. He's 162 cm tall (approx. 5'4"). His main weapon is the Nyoi-Bo, a magical cudgel that can extend into a sansekkon staff.

Sha Gojyo -

Gojyo is a lecherous kappa (water youkai). His behavior might seem vulgar and rough at first glance (and it is), but to his friends, he's like a dependable older brother. He and Goku are sparring partners, he and Hakkai are best friends and he and Sanzo are bad friends (ha ha!). Sometimes his love for the ladies gets him into trouble. Because of his unusual heritage, he doesn't need a limiter to blend in with the humans. His favorite way of fighting is to use a shakujou, a staff with crescent-shaped blade connected by a chain; it's quite messy. He's 184 cm tall (approx. 6'), has scarlet hair and eyes and is a 22-year-old chain smoker.

Cho Hakkai -

A pleasant, rather absent-minded young man with a kind smile that suits him nicely. It's sometimes hard to tell whether he's serious or laughing to himself at his friends' expense. His darker side comes through time to time in the form of a sharp, penetrating gaze, a symbol of a dark past. As he's Hakuryu's (the white dragon) owner, he gets to drive the Jeep. Because he uses kikou jutsu (Chi manipulation) in battle, his "weapon" is his smile (ha ha!). He's 22 years old, 181 cm tall (approx. 5'11") and his eyes are deep green (his right eye is nearly blind). The cuffs he wears on his left ear are Youkai power limiters.

QUANDO A ERVA CRESCER EM CIMA DA MINHA SEPULTURA

Quando a Erva Crescer em Cima da Minha Sepultura

Quando a erva crescer em cima da minha sepultura,
Seja este o sinal para me esquecerem de todo.
A Natureza nunca se recorda, e por isso é bela.
E se tiverem a necessidade doentia de "interpretar" a erva verde sobre a minha sepultura,
Digam que eu continuo a verdecer e a ser natural.

Alberto Caeiro, in "Poemas Inconjuntos"
Heterónimo de Fernando Pessoa

FORGOTTEN

"I don't know where this is.
I don't even know how long I've been here.
Just one thing I know..."


Where am I? I can't see anything in this darkness... I'm laid on something hard. Rocks.
Maybe it's still night, I just have to wait a while longer so I can see...

There's a few light now, but in here is still dark... So dark... At least, I can manage to see where I am.
A cave. Can I go outside?
What's wrong? Something feels heavy in my limbs... Chains. Why am I chained? Have I done something wrong?

Guess I can't remember. Even if they're heavy I can move. But I can't leave this place... I'm locked up. Sealed away from the outside world...

Wait. I can always wait for someone to pass by. Although I have this strange feeling that I was already waiting for someone... And that I'll keep on waiting for...
...
I don't know who it is. I'm waiting for someone and I don't know who...
If I don't know who I'm waiting for, why is that it hurts so much? Pain. Why is this pain throbbing in my chest? Tears. Why are they falling? Why can't I stop crying?

Loneliness. I'm so lonely. How much has it been since I saw someone? I don't remember have ever seen someone. Have I been left here to be forgotten? Does someone remember me? Guess not.

How long am I waiting? Will someone ever pass by? It feels like I'm here for centuries. Actually, I've never seen someone around.

It's still dark in here. Dark. It has been so long since I've been in the darkness. The sunlight never comes here... All I can see is the sky, clouds and snow at sometimes. But never the Sun... I can never see it. Where am I anyway?

I don't know where this is.
I don't even know how long I've been here.
Just one thing I know...
"Goku".
My name.
That's all.

NEIL

Carpe diem… Aproveita o dia, é o significado desta expressão. Quando o professor disse isto, tu percebeste que era o que faltava na tua vida e, a partir desse momento, tornou-se o teu lema. Qualquer fosse a situação em que te encontrasses, guiavas-te por ela e isso transformou-te completamente… Abandonaste o carácter rígido com que te vi no primeiro dia de escola e passaste a ser feliz. Todos perceberam a diferença no teu comportamento pelo brilho nos teus olhos. Tinhas começado a viver e a ser quem tu eras na realidade.
No dia em que fui transferido e descobri que eras o meu colega de quarto, começaste logo a ser simpático e tornaste-te no meu melhor amigo. Não foste o único a tentar meter conversa e fazeres com que me integrasse, mas foste o único a insistir quando todos os outros desistiram… Foste o único que reparou que eu existia, mesmo quando eu já tinha desistido de tentar fazê-lo… Obrigado!
Foi graças a ti que me juntei ao Clube e, embora o resto dos iniciados o tenha abandonado, é por ti que ainda venho cá, como uma homenagem. E é isso que estou aqui a fazer hoje, embora eu ainda seja um iniciado e tu já sejas um membro a sério, visto que agora tens o que precisavas para o ser: estás morto.
Há já um ano, tinhas actuado na estreia do “Sonho de Uma Noite de Verão”. Tinhas feito a melhor representação da tua vida (e eu tinha-te visto a ensaiar todas as noites e já pensava que eras mesmo muito bom). Nunca te tinha visto tão feliz, pelo menos até aparecer o teu pai… Obrigou-te a entrar no carro e desapareceram os dois.
A partir daí, não sei o que se passou entre ti e ele, mas no dia seguinte quando o resto do Clube me foi acordar… Não sei explicar o que senti. Apenas sabia que algo estava errado. Foi aí que eles me disseram que tinhas morrido.
“Ele morreu ontem, suicidou-se…”
Não conseguia acreditar… Tu, que amavas a vida e tinhas descoberto o que querias, suicida? Não podia ser. Tu não te tinhas suicidado.
Tinha sido o teu pai, a culpa foi dele… Ele teria de ter feito ou dito algo que te levasse a fazer algo tão desesperado como o suicídio. Ele tinha morto o teu espírito, a tua alma de poeta… Ele foi o culpado da tua morte… Tu apenas te desfizeste do corpo sem vida…
Por isso vim dizer-te o que nunca pude.

Nunca me vou
Esquecer do que fizeste por mim.
Isto, que hoje sou, é graças a ti.
Lembra-te de quem fostes e sê sempre assim…

Adeus…
Voltaremos a encontrar-nos quando também eu for um membro do Clube dos Poetas Mortos.


(Apeteceu-me... Que se há-de fazer? -.-')