o inicio

“Nunca se saberá como se deve contar isto, se na primeira pessoa ou na segunda, usando a terceira do plural ou inventado continuamente formas de que nada servirão. Se se pudesse dizer: eu viram a Lua subir, ou: dói-me-nos o fundo dos olhos e sobretudo assim: tu a mulher loura eram as nuvens que vão correndo diante dos meus teus seus nossos vossos deles rostos. Que diabo!”

Blow-up, Julio Cortázar

a t.

Quando a t. me via passar e me perguntava onde é que eu ía, costumava responder-lhe: “para parte nenhuma”. Não lhe mentia, somente assumia que o meu curso poderia ser facilmente alterado, não conseguindo prever o destino final. Ela sorria sempre à minha resposta que sabia de antemão. Atirava-me qualquer frase sobre andar na gandaia e voltava a sorrir-me. Sorria-me sempre. Conhecia-me bem demais para saber o que me fazia feliz.
Beijos para a tua estrela

Walk away

Oh no- here comes that sun again.
And (that) means another day without you my friend.
And it hurts me to look into the mirror at myself.
And it hurts even more to have to be with somebody else.

And it's so hard to do and so easy to say.
But sometimes - sometimes,
you just have to walk away - walk away.

With so many people to love in my life,
why do I worry about one?
But you put the happy in my ness,
you put the good times into my fun.

And it's so hard to do and so easy to say.
But sometimes - sometimes,
you just have to walk away - walk away and head for the door.

We've tried the goodbye so many days.
We walk in the same direction so that we could never stray.
They say if you love somebody than you have got to set them free,
but I would rather be locked to you than live in this pain and misery.
They say time will make all this go away,
but it's time that has taken my tomorrows and turned them into yesterdays.
And once again that rising sun is droppin' on down
And once again, you my friend, are nowhere to be found.

And it's so hard to do and so easy to say.
But sometimes, sometimes you just have to walk away, walk away and head for the door.
You just walk away - walk away - walk away.
You just walk away, walk on, turn and head for the door.

BEN HARPER Welcome to the cruel world

World Leader Pretend

I sit at my table and wage war on myself
It seems like it's all, it's all for nothing
I know the barricades, and
I know the mortar in the wall breaks
I recognize the weapons, I used them well

This is my mistake. Let me make it good
I raised the wall and I will be the one to knock it down

I've a rich understanding of my finest defenses
I proclaim that claims are left unstated,I demand a rematch
I decree a stalemateI divine my deeper motivesI recognize the weapons
I've practiced them well. I fitted them myself

It's amazing what devices you can sympathize, empathize
This is my mistake. Let me make it good
I raised the wall and I will be the one to knock it down

Reach out for me and hold me tight. Hold that memory
Let my machine talk to me, let my machine talk to me

This is my world
And I am world leader pretend
This is my life
And this is my time
I have been given the freedom
To do as I see fit
It's high time I've razed the walls
That I've constructed

You fill in the mortar. You fill in the harmony
You fill in the mortar. I raised the wall
And I'm the only one
I will be the one to knock it down

R.E.M. (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)

running to nowhere

Faze as malas para parte nenhuma!

Faze as malas para PARTE NENHUMA!
Embarca para a universalidade negativa de tudo
Com um grande embandeiramento de navios fingidos -
Dos navios pequenos, multicolores, da infância!
Faz as malas para o Grande Abandono!
E não esqueças, entre as escovas e a tesoura,
A distância policroma do que se não pode obter.
Faze as malas definitivamente!
Que és tu aqui, onde existes gregário e inútil -
E quanto mais útil mais inútil -
E quanto mais verdadeiro mais falso -
Que és tu aqui? que és tu aqui? que és tu aqui?
Embarca, sem mala mesmo, para ti mesmo diverso!
Que te é a terra habitada senão o que não é contigo?

Álvaro de Campos 2.5.1933

Airbag

In the next world war
In a jack knifed juggernaut
I am born again
In the neon sign scrolling up and down
I am born again

In an interstellar burst I am back to save the universe

In a deep deep sleep of the innocent I am born again
In a fast german car Im amazed that I survived
An airbag saved my life

In an interstellar burst I am back to save the universe
In an interstellar burst I am back to save the universe

RADIOHEAD