Tuesday, April 05, 2011

So sweet


Vamos andar de mãos dadas,
Por aí, pelo mar alto,
Pelas praias do sul de França,
Pelas dunas do Bairro Alto.
Neste desastre feliz
De tão perfeitos instantes
dos teus sonhos de papel.
De um tempo sem diamantes
Quero pintar as paredes
Com a cor da tua voz
Vamos andar de mãos dadas
O impossivel somos nós.
Dá-me a mão

Vamos andar de mãos dadas
P'ra sempre, lado a lado
Pelas ruas de Manhattan
Pelos rios do Chiado.
Nesta loucura improvável
de encontrar a alma certa
Do lado esquerdo da cama
de uma casa deserta.
Quero pintar as paredes
Com a cor da tua voz
Vamos andar de mãos dadas
O impossivel somos nós.
Dá-me a mão

Monday, April 04, 2011

Friday, April 01, 2011

Everlasting

Um, dois, três

Hei-de te amar, ou então hei-de chorar por ti
Mesmo assim, quero ver-te sorrir
E se perder vou tentar esquecer-me de vez, conto até três
Se quiser ser feliz

The Gift ("Primavera")
ten decisions shape your life,
you'll be aware of 5 about,
7 ways to go through school,
either you're noticed or left out,
7 ways to get ahead,
7 reasons to drop out,
when i said ' I can see me in your eyes',
you said 'I can see you in my bed',
that's not just friendship that's romance too,
you like music we can dance to

The Strokes ("I'll try anything once")

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