God it's been ages since I've posted anything.

Well lately I've still been struggling on the downward spiral as usual but at least a little controllable now. I've started honing my skills as a photographer and I'll be posting a few of my latest works ASAP. Photographic and written.

Keep in touch.

Passion Fruit

Journey

Bubblegum

Bad dreams that never end...

Dreams…

Where once was my heart, all thats left is a gaping hole…

I´m all dried up, no more love to give and none to take,
But I´m still blinded by this bizarre twist,
This is that fine line between love and hate.
This is that dim light in the mist.
I´m here, and I´m alone.

As I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
I wake to yet another dream,
Where I´m still in the deep,
And nothing is what it seems
I´m still here….

I´m still alone.

Peter Martins

Bitter-sweet Symphony















Inspired by Violin La Mouche - Violinist and owner of Caniço Café.

Taking into consideration that this was a project primarily for decorative purposes in a bar, I thought it would be a good idea to combine the two elements of music and coffee into one, making this essentially my first in situ promotional work.

When days are dark, friends are few,
no-one wants to see a glum face
T´has come a time to start anew
To rid this bitter taste
Too busy to listen, too distant
all I have is this dark cloud
the pain has once again bitten
I´m lost among the crowd
No direction to anywhere
I´m utterly lost, nowhere to go
All I can do is stop and stare
At no direction, at nowhere

Tomboy


















Concurso "La e Ca" 2007
Waiting for the result....

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Man and Light

Suicide

Hands

Retro Franky

Francisco the heartbreaker

Odio



















Joy, Hope and Serenity.
Sadness, Despair and Rage.
How I love to hate you...

a dedication to a dear friend who has just overcome a loss
congrats buddy!
Who´s smiling now?
Big hug!

Porto















What´s there not to love?

Split Seconds















Shit happens...

Tempus Fugit

Blinding Romance
















So subtle is the touch of romance,
and the wonderous sight,
a moment stolen with a glance,
I quiver with delight.

08-04-06

"Blinding Romance" on exhibition at Paralelo 38 art café from

26th August to 29th September

dawn , drunk, destruction,
seeing life in black and white.
erring with no reason,
living life in spite.

Peter.

Mazzy Star

Photography - UNKNOWN























Rhymes of an hour

Cannot hear what your saying
Could i tell you so
And i can't believe my troubles
And i'm going home

Lie and sleep
Under deep
You know

While the cold winter waitin'
While it's turning cold
All these things we were searchin'
Now we just don't know

Lie and sleep
Under deep
I think you know

For the rhymes of an hour
Now i'm going home
And I can't believe I'm nothing
'Cause I'm coming down

Lie and sleep
Under deep
Do you know?

Mazzy Star

Missing you

Love, pain and torture.
in dreams within dreams.
I miss you.

Those moments we nurtured.
untouchable it seemed.
I miss you.

Hope filled future.
I am redeemed.
I miss you.

Drowning in my tears.
holding the past.
I miss you.

Footprints behind the fears.
where waters have passed.
I miss you.

I still hold you near.
My promise steadfast
I miss you.

04-07-06
(missing home)

Society

What have we done...

?

What am I doing here?
and what difference do I make?
Why am I who I am?
and why can´t I seem to change?
Bullshit filled mouth,
Cloudy mind and destiny South.
When will it get better?
and when will I just live?
Who never leaves?
and who is GOD?
Oh yes, live I will,
without the will to live.
Which question has the right answer?
and which answer stops them all?
Where does every path lead?
and where am I going?
Destination with no start,
Heartbroken and pointlessly lost.

I´m drifting away
Far
Far
far........
away.

03-07-06

Complicated Sins

I´m falling for it - deception and the spell it cast on me,
reducing me to an obscured perception of what is real,
it buries my face at your feet along with my hopes of being free.
Pathetically however,
before you I kneel.

Time races by and it´s no more than sand in the wind,
tumbling, toiling, taunting our eyes with pain,
blinding us from truths with lies that never end.
Unfortunate though,
we fall again.

I sit and wonder with wool pulled over my eyes,
trying to unravel riddles that dance around me,
with hidden truths and little white lies.
Is the answer,
only what you see?

My true and only friend forevermore is silence,
and it patiently listens to my every word and cry,
assuring me all truths come with diligence.
Hush my obscured perceptions,
till I die.

19-05-06