Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Se procurar bem, você acaba encontrando.
Não a explicação (duvidosa) da vida,
Mas a poesia (inexplicável) da vida.
C. Drummond de Andrade

Friday, May 20, 2011

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Hoje acordei assim


James - She's a star

Whenever she's feeling empty
Whenever she's feeling insecure
Whenever her face is frozen
Unable to fake it anymore

Her shadow is always with her
Her shadow could always keep her small
So frightened that he won't love her
She builds up a wall

Oh no, she knows where to hide in the dark
Oh no, she's nowhere to hide in the dark
She's a star
She's a star

She's been in disguise forever
She's tried to disguise her stellar views
Much brighter than all this static
Now she's coming through

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Friday, May 06, 2011

Frase do dia

"Yeah, she wants a baby about as much as a root canal!"

Monday, May 02, 2011

Honesty

"I like dead end signs. I think they're kind. They at least have the decency to let you know you're going nowhere."

Sunday, May 01, 2011

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Das saudades

so happy i could die

Friday, April 29, 2011

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Se eu gosto de poesia? – Gosto de gente, bichos, plantas, lugares, chocolate, vinho, papos amenos, amizade, amor. Acho que a poesia está contida nisso tudo.
Carlos Drummond de Andrade

Thursday, April 28, 2011

If being crazy means living life as if it matters, then I don't care if we are completely insane.


- So, what do a couple like you have to run away from?
- We're not running.
- So what's in Paris?
- A different life. Maybe we are running. We're running from the hopeless emptiness of the whole life here, right?
- The hopeless emptiness? Now you've said it. Plenty of people are on to the emptiness, but it takes real guts to see the hopelessness.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

- Mas o que quer dizer este poema? - perguntou-me alarmada a boa senhora.
- E o que quer dizer uma nuvem? - respondi triunfante.
- Uma nuvem - disse ela - umas vezes quer dizer chuva, outras vezes bom tempo…
 

Mário Quintana

Hey you

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Loucura, eu penso, é sempre um extremo de lucidez. Um limite insuportável.

Caio Fernando Abreu