" Como se nada fosse, como se nada tivesse sido. Mas foi. Das nossas lágrimas saem as verdades incontornáveis, naquilo que encontramos sempre, a todas as horas. Mas a dúvida dobra-nos cabeça e faz-nos baixar o olhar. A vergonha de um dia ter dito que sim que podia, que dava, que estava certo, mesmo sabendo errado. Porque não se consegue mudar o passado caminhamos com ele, lado a lado. Todos os dias no mesmo sentido. "
7 de janeiro de 2008
"Não sei se me interessei pelo rapaz por ele se interessar por estrelas
se me interessei por estrelas por me interessar pelo rapaz
se me interessei por estrelas por me interessar pelo rapaz
hoje quando penso no rapaz penso em estrelas e quando penso em estrelas penso no rapaz
como me parece que me vou ocupar com as estrelas até ao fim dos meus dias
parece-me que não vou deixar de me interessar pelo rapaz
até ao fim dos meus dias nunca saberei
até ao fim dos meus dias nunca saberei
se me interesso por estrelas
se me interesso por um rapaz que se interessa por estrelas
se me interesso por um rapaz que se interessa por estrelas
já não me lembro se vi primeiro as estrelas
se vi primeiro o rapaz
se quando vi o rapaz vi as estrelas."
in, A propósito de estrelas (Adília Lopes)
[Biblioteca Municipal Almeida Garrett, Porto, 2007]
I've been talking to this man
He's been saying what I like and
He makes me smile,
When I'm down,so down
He says sweet things in my ear
All the things that I needed to hear
But that's as far as it's gone
I promise,I promise
But I enjoy it,I love it so
Cause it seems like I'm always alone
He's been saying what I like and
He makes me smile,
When I'm down,so down
He says sweet things in my ear
All the things that I needed to hear
But that's as far as it's gone
I promise,I promise
But I enjoy it,I love it so
Cause it seems like I'm always alone
Jill Scott - Whenever You're around
"(...)Não seguimos em frente por causa da dor; seguimos em frente apesar dela. O que nos faz maiores e mais lúcidos, o que nos empurra pelas costas, é o amor, isso sim. (...)"
Exceptuando-se evidentemente os casos em que ficamos parados numa espécie de tempo paralelo, em que vemos a vida a passar-nos ao lado, e somos meros espectadores.
A dor às vezes não nos faz avançar de todo.
A dor às vezes não nos faz avançar de todo.
Future Home
NY passion:
"There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter - the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of these trembling cities, the greatest is the last - the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York's high strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity but the settlers give it passion. And whether it is a farmer arriving from a small town in Mississipi to escape the indignity of being observed by her neighbours, or a boy arriving from the Corn Belt with a manuscript in his suitcase and a pain in his heart, it makes no difference: each embraces New York with the intense excitement of first love, each absorbs New York with the fresh yes of an adventurer, each generates heat and light to dwarf the Consolidated Edison Company."
"There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter - the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of these trembling cities, the greatest is the last - the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York's high strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity but the settlers give it passion. And whether it is a farmer arriving from a small town in Mississipi to escape the indignity of being observed by her neighbours, or a boy arriving from the Corn Belt with a manuscript in his suitcase and a pain in his heart, it makes no difference: each embraces New York with the intense excitement of first love, each absorbs New York with the fresh yes of an adventurer, each generates heat and light to dwarf the Consolidated Edison Company."
6 de janeiro de 2008
Ironia
é quando finalmente nos assumimos perante nós como autênticos cobardes, receber uma mensagem a dizer " Espero que continues "estóica".
Verdade
Um dia vou acordar com a força necessária para lutar de frente contra tudo aquilo que me magoa.
Até lá, refugio-me na presúmivel imagem de durona, que não esconde nada senão cobardia.
Até lá, refugio-me na presúmivel imagem de durona, que não esconde nada senão cobardia.
Temo ser verdadeira, aquela ideia que diz que sempre que o mundo avança, algo nele tem de andar para trás. Passa-se o mesmo nas nossas vidas: sempre que damos um passo em frente, tivemos inevitavelmente que dar dois ou três atrás. Escolher outra opção. Mudar de caminho. Apagar um desejo. Condensar uma vontade.
Sempre que julgamos avançar para mais deixamos atrás de nós um sinal de menos. Menos nós. Menos destino. Menos opções. Menos vida. Não sei como se pára este conceito, sei, o meu medo é esse, é que não se pára.
Levantar um dia é perder o que ficou para trás, escrever agora é lembrar sobre o que foi antes, e nunca, durante este tempo todo, temos nada. Tudo o que achamos ser nosso neste presente tão finito há-de desaparecer a certa altura: as nossas certezas, as nossas crenças, as nossas verdades, vai-nos ser tudo roubado e seremos nós os ladrões da nossa desgraça. E cada passo, cada minuto, cada instante, não são mais do que formas rápidas e cruas de chegarmos à nossa tão grande, e inesperada, solidão.
Ainda não sei tudo o que vivi da vida. Mas tenho medo de ter alguma noção do que já perdi nela.
"Forever Love"
Standing next to the door I wait,
Any second its a minute late,
And I wait, and I wait, always wait for you,
To give you my love, and my love is true.
letting you know I'm always on your side,
No matter the loops that my life goes by.
You know sometimes don't go like we planned,
But what I need is you to understand,
She is doing all the best she can,
So you may grow and be proud of her.
There’s no god in the sky’s above,
Coz for you I have forever love.
- What may come in your life for you to conquer…
The quest is to remain stronger.
Watch your steps, don't get mislead.
The everyday battles are the ones you make your own bed,
Son! I never wanna see you on the run.
From times we together please pay attention.
And listen to the story of my life,
I know its hard past but from me you know it right. Aight!
Forever love, keeping our relation tight,
Life struggle. you can count on me on to fight.
Any second its a minute late,
And I wait, and I wait, always wait for you,
To give you my love, and my love is true.
letting you know I'm always on your side,
No matter the loops that my life goes by.
You know sometimes don't go like we planned,
But what I need is you to understand,
She is doing all the best she can,
So you may grow and be proud of her.
There’s no god in the sky’s above,
Coz for you I have forever love.
- What may come in your life for you to conquer…
The quest is to remain stronger.
Watch your steps, don't get mislead.
The everyday battles are the ones you make your own bed,
Son! I never wanna see you on the run.
From times we together please pay attention.
And listen to the story of my life,
I know its hard past but from me you know it right. Aight!
Forever love, keeping our relation tight,
Life struggle. you can count on me on to fight.
Bezegol
is it for yourself? the way you talk
explanations were never found
and it’s so untrue, all you say, when we’re alone
i couldn’t be like you, i never tried, i never would
change your mind, don’t let me down
i’m so sorry, my tears are falling, every time i hear from you
i’m so angry, my mind tells me, that in the end, there’s nothing new
i remember things we used to do
you know that just like you, i miss it too, i'm missing you
change your mind, don’t let me down
i’m so sorry, my tears are falling, every time i hear from you
i’m so angry, my mind tells me, that in the end, there’s nothing new
explanations were never found
and it’s so untrue, all you say, when we’re alone
i couldn’t be like you, i never tried, i never would
change your mind, don’t let me down
i’m so sorry, my tears are falling, every time i hear from you
i’m so angry, my mind tells me, that in the end, there’s nothing new
i remember things we used to do
you know that just like you, i miss it too, i'm missing you
change your mind, don’t let me down
i’m so sorry, my tears are falling, every time i hear from you
i’m so angry, my mind tells me, that in the end, there’s nothing new
3 de janeiro de 2008
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