Thursday, March 31, 2011

I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough

I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough
to truly consecrate the hour.
I am much too small in this world, yet not small enough
to be to you just object and thing,
dark and smart.
I want my free will and want it accompanying
the path which leads to action;
and want during times that beg questions,
where something is up,
to be among those in the know,
or else be alone.

I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection,
never be blind or too old
to uphold your weighty wavering reflection.
I want to unfold.
Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent;
for there I would be dishonest, untrue.
I want my conscience to be
true before you;
want to describe myself like a picture I observed
for a long time, one close up,
like a new word I learned and embraced,
like the everday jug,
like my mother's face,
like a ship that carried me along
through the deadliest storm.

Rainier Maria Rilke

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Exacto

Pergunto-me quantas vezes podemos começar de novo. Quantos princípios existem. Quantas vezes temos.

Grátis

Something

Anything

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Monday, March 28, 2011

The definition

of suspense is...
L'amour c'est offrir à quelqu'un qui n'en veut pas, quelque chose que l'on n'a pas.

Jacques Lacan

Broken dreams


Girls - Heartbreaker

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Closed for the forseeable future (maintenance, repairs, inventory and stuff)

Suponho que as ruínas são o caminho para a transformação.

.

Terror

Feel the vibe, feel the terror, feel the pain
It's driving me insane
I can't fake
For God sakes why am i
Driving in the wrong lane
Trouble is my middle name
But in the end I'm not too bad
Can someone tell me if it's wrong to be so mad about you
Mad about you
Mad
Are you the fishy wine that will give me
A headache in the morning
Or just a dark blue land mine
That'll explode without a decent warning
Give me all your true hate
And I'll translate it in our bed
Into never seen passion, never seen passion
That it why I am so mad about you
Mad about you
Mad about you
Mad
...

Hooverphonic

Reblog


The Gift - Índios (Legião Urbana)


Quem me dera
Ao menos uma vez
Ter de volta todo o ouro
Que entreguei a quem
Conseguiu me convencer
Que era prova de amizade
Se alguém levasse embora
Até o que eu não tinha
...