When witches go riding,
and black cats are seen,
the moon laughs and whispers,
‘tis near Halloween.


Born To Fly


Flight is freedom in its purest form,
To dance with the clouds which follow a storm;
To roll and glide, to wheel and spin,
To feel the joy that swells within;
To leave the earth with its troubles and fly,
And know the warmth of a clear spring sky;
Then back to earth at the end of a day,
Released from the tensions which melted away.
Should my end come while I am in flight,
Whether brightest day or darkest night;
Spare me your pity and shrug off the pain,
Secure in the knowledge that I’d do it again;
For each of us is created to die,
And within me I know,
I was born to fly.

For Those in Peril


Eternal Father, Strong to save,
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who bid’st the mighty Ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep;
O hear us when we cry to thee,
for those in peril on the sea.
Lord, guard and guide the men who fly
Through the great spaces in the sky,
Be with them always in the air,
In dark’ning storms or sunlight fair.
O, Hear us when we lift our prayer,
For those in peril in the air.

Feliz Dia do Aviador

Origem do Dia do Aviador

No dia 23 de Outubro de 1906, o brasileiro Alberto Santos Dumont, torna-se o primeiro ser humano a voar! A bordo do 14-Bis, sua criação, Dumont faz um voo no Campo Bagatelle, na França, que ficaria registrado como o inicio de uma grande revolução nos meios de transporte na Terra: o avião.

A Lei nº 218, de 4 de Julho de 1936, decreta o dia 23 de Outubro como Dia do Aviador no Brasil, em homenagem ao primeiro voo feito na história e graças a um brasileiro!

O Decreto de Lei nº 11.262, publicado no Diário Oficial da União, decretou que 2006 seria o Ano Nacional Santos Dumont, o Pai da Aviação (em homenagem ao centenário do primeiro voo de Dumont).

No dia 23 de Outubro também se comemora o Dia da Força Aérea Brasileira.

Homenagem ao Dia do Aviador

“Existe piloto que não é aviador.

Existe médico que não é doutor.

Existe gente que não gosta de avião.

Mas qualquer um pode ter essa paixão.

Aviador, é quem ama a aviação.

Aviação é paixão”


The F-4 Phantom II

“An F-4, proof that even a brick can fly if you put a big enough engine on it; and the F-4 took two!”



“Every F-4 takes off with two in flight emergencies:
1. It’s on fire
2. It’s low on fuel.”
– Anonomous (Navy) F-4 Pilot


O velho, o lago e pessoas banhando-se.

O velho, o lago e algumas mulheres nuas

Um velho tinha um lago no fundo de suas terras.
Depois de muito tempo, decidiu ver se estava tudo em ordem.
Tomou uma cesta para aproveitar o passeio e colher umas frutas pelo caminho… Ao aproximar-se do lago, ouviu vozes animadas.
Viu um grupo de mulheres que se banhavam completamente nuas.
Ao vê-lo, todas foram para a parte mais profunda do lago, mantendo apenas a cabeça fora da água.
Uma das mulheres gritou: – Não sairemos enquanto o senhor não se afaste!
O velho respondeu: Eu não vim até aqui para vê-las nadar ou sair nuas do lago!
Levantando o cesto, lhes disse: – estou aqui para alimentar o crocodilo…
Moral da história: idade, experiência e ofício, sempre triunfarão sobre a juventude e o entusiasmo.



Goodnight, beautiful

To chorando de rir… =)


By the time a Navy pilot pulled into a little town, every hotel room was taken. “You’ve got to have a room somewhere,” he pleaded. “Or just a bed, I don’t care where.” “Well, I do have a double room with one occupant, a Marine pilot,” admitted the manager, “and he might be glad to split the cost. But to tell you the truth, he snores so loudly that people in adjoining rooms have complained in the past. I’m not sure it’d be worth it to you.”

“No problem,” the tired Navy pilot assured him. “I’ll take it.” The next morning the Navy Pilot came down to breakfast bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. “How’d you sleep?” Asked the manager. “Never better.” The manager was impressed. No problem with the other guy snoring, then?” “Nope, I shut him up in no time.” Said the Navy pilot. “How’d you manage that?” asked the manager. “He was already in bed, snoring away, when I came in the room, I went over, gave him a kiss on the cheek, said, ‘Goodnight, beautiful,’ and he sat up all night watching me.”

via www.Sierrahotel.net

Before take-off

Before take-off, a professional pilot is keen, anxious, but lest someone read his true feelings he is elaborately casual. The reason for this is that he is about to enter a new though familiar world. The process of entrance begins a short time before he leaves the ground and is completed the instant he is in the air. From that moment on, not only his body but his spirit and personality exist in a separate world known only to himself and his comrades.

As the years go by, he returns to this invisible world rather than to earth for peace and solace. There also he finds a profound enchantment, although he can seldom describe it. He can discuss it with others of his kind, and because they too know and feel its power they understand. But his attempts to communicate his feelings to his wife or other earthly confidants invariable end in failure.

Flying is hypnotic and all pilots are willing victims to the spell. Their world is like a magic island in which the factors of life and death assume their proper values. Thinking becomes clear because there are no earthly foibles or embellishments to confuse it. Professional pilots are, of necessity, uncomplicated, simple men. Their thinking must remain straightforward, or they die — violently.

— Ernest K. Gann


Tocar o céu

Você vai começar a tocar o céu, no momento em que você tocar a velocidade perfeita. E isso não está voando a mil milhas por hora, ou um milhão, de voar à velocidade da luz. Porque qualquer número é um limite, e velocidade perfeita, meu filho, é estar lá.

– Richard Bach


You will begin to touch heaven, in the moment you touch the perfect speed. And that isn’t flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, of flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfect speed, my son, is being there.

— Richard Bach

You’re doing it Wrong! =)

During a commercial airline flight a Naval aviator was seated next to a young mother with a baby in arms. When her baby began crying during the descent for landing, the mother began nursing her infant as discreetly as possible. The pilot pretended not to notice and, upon debarking, he gallantly offered his assistance to help with the various baby-related articles. When the young mother expressed her gratitude, he responded, “Gosh, that’s a good looking baby…and he sure was hungry!” Somewhat embarrassed, the mother explained that her pediatrician said breast feeding would help alleviate the pressure in the baby’s ears. The pilot sadly shook his head, and in true Sailor fashion exclaimed…….. And all these years I’ve been chewing gum.10947207_857377224327394_593432477220416412_n10928949_10152723836482897_212932354121945101_o