Pergunto-me ...

Why?

Why? Why’d you do that
You shouldn’t have done that
If I told you once I told you three times
You’ll get your punishments when you show me your crimes
It’s not a spell or a curse you put on me
Or the way you make me smile so tenderly
But how I wish it was your temper you were throwing
Dawn you for being so easygoing
I thought that time would tell
My sins would provoke you to raise some hell
Not a chance
Whatever happened to fiery romance
Oh how I wish it was those dishes you were throwing
Dawn you for being so easygoing
No, don’t give that line
Don’t try to tell me that inaction is not a crime
Can’t you see what kind of seeds you’re sowing?
Dawn you for being so easygoing

Andrew Bird

A única música que toca em todos os concertos desde há 7 anos...aparentemente uma espécie de catarse...

Percebo porquê...

"There are two parts of a guilty pleasure...If she should suffer the guilt, she should also enjoy the pleasure."

Diálogo entre Ruth-Anne e Maggie num episódio da série "Northern Exposure"

Esquecimento

Esquecem-me os tempos tal como eu me esqueço de tudo. Sobram-me detalhes de conversas paradas: um cabelo isolado pousado na risca que lhe atravessa o ombro; "sinto"; "(...)negligenciaste-me desde que começaste a andar com o teu grupinho (...)"; a força daquele abraço quando por fim o sorriso surgiu; "nem sei como aconteceu"; o fumo lentamente roendo o cigarro que lhe pendia das mãos; "não me olhes assim!"; os cabelos que caiam nos ombros como a vida naqueles olhos; "(...) mais ninguém?...Acho que afinal não vou"; "Ando tão parva...não ligues é da hora"; O vento a bater-me na cara enquanto os observo a descer as escadas; "Carol, tenho sempre tanto medo que ele me deixe quando discutimos"; aquele primeiro olhar, primeiro pensamento, primeira impressão comparando com tudo o que veio depois; "sinto-me vazia. Vou ver «Os Contemporâneos» e já venho";

Cinzas de sentimentos.

Palavras que se misturam com as melodias que me acompanham os dias, com as imagens que me preenchem os sonhos. Uma confusão de realidades sonhadas e quereres que não se concretizam.

Porque é a vida tão complicada?

Carol

Be Fearless

(daqui: http://www.abeautifulrevolution.com/blog/)

I wrote this for you

Há dias assim, que passam sem notar; nos atravessam sem marcar.

Rostos vagos, dias largos, tanto tempo...

Passeando abismos pela trela descubro o outro lado da luz... Vejo as superfícies que iluminas, quero descobrir a sua fonte.

Onde estão os teus segredos?

... la la la la la ... melodias que completam os passos com que percorro o meu caminho;

Portas, prédios, ruas, o sol;

Vroom, autocarros, carros e bicicletas, o jardim;

Bancos, pessoas, bolas rolando, o teu rosto ...

Por fim.

Carol

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it’s always ourselves we find in the sea.

E. E. Cummings

Let's Dance To Joy Division

I'm back in Liverpool,
And everything seems the same,
But I worked something out last night,
That changed this little boys brain,
A small piece of advice,
That took twenty-two years in the make,
And I will break it for you now,
Please learn from my mistakes,
Please learn from my mistakes.

Let's dance to joy division,
And celebrate the irony,
Everything is going wrong,
But we're so happy,
Let's dance to joy division,
And raise our glass to the ceiling,
'Cos this could all go so wrong,
But we're so happy,
Yeah we're so happy.

So if you're ever feeling down,
Grab your purse and take a taxi,
To the darker side of town,
That's where we'll be,
And we will wait for you and lead you through the dancefloor,
Up to the DJ booth,
You know what to ask for,
You know what to ask for.

Go ask for Joy Division,
And celebrate the irony,
Everything is going wrong,
But we're so happy,
Go ask for Joy Division,
And raise your glass to the ceiling,
'Cos this could all go so wrong,
But we're so happy,
So happy.

So let the love tear us apart,
I've found the cure for a broken heart,
Let it tear us apart,let the love tear us apart,
I've found the cure for a broken heart,
Let it tear us apart,(Let it tear us apart)
So let the love tear us apart,
I've found the cure for a broken heart,
Let it tear us apart,(Let it tear us apart)
So let the love tear us apart,
I've found the cure for a broken heart,
Let it tear us apart,
Let it tear us apart,
Let it tear us apart.

Let's dance to joy division,
And celebrate the irony,
Everything is going wrong,
But were so happy,
Let's dance to joy division,
And raise our glass to the ceiling,
'Cos this could all go so wrong,
But we're so happy,
Yeah we're so happy,
So happy,
Yeah we're so happy,
So happy,
Yeah we're so happy.

The Wombats

One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree.
»Which road do I take?» she asked.

»Where do you want to go?» was his response.

»I don’t know,» Alice answered.

»Then,» said the cat, »it doesn’t matter.»

Lewis Carroll

"Her books are always paperback; her bindings always broken. There is forever a book in her bag, if not in her hand; and every book she has read carries evidence of her, if not in a broken binding, then in a dog-eared page marked for a memorable passage. This is her journal. She is quiet, she is liberal, she is loyal, she is loving; she may not always agree with what you say but she will defend to the death your right to say it. "

Não sei quem escreveu, mas...it sounds so familiar...

Cigarettes and chocolate milk

Cigarettes and chocolate milk
These are just a couple of my cravings
Everything it seems
I likes a little bit stronger
A little bit thicker, a little bit harmful for me

If I should buy jellybeans
Have to eat them all in just one sitting
Everything it seems I likes a little bit sweeter
A little bit fatter, a little bit harmful for me

And then theres those other things
Which for several reasons we wont mention
Everything about em is a little bit stranger, a little bit harder
A little bit deadly

Its not very smart
Tends to make one part
So brokenhearted

Sitting here remembering me
Always been a shoe made for the city
Go ahead accuse me of just singing about places
With scrappy boys faces have general run of the town

Playing with prodigal sons
Take a lot of sentimental valiums
Cant expect the world to be your raggedy andy
While running on empty you little old doll with a frown

You got to keep in the game
Retaining mystique while facing forward
I suggest a reading of lesson in tightropes
Or surfing your high hopes or adios kansas

Its not very smart
Tends to make one part
So brokenhearted

Still theres not a show on my back
Holes or a friendly intervention
Im just a little bit heiress, a little bit irish
A little bit tower of pisa
Whenever I see ya
So please be kind if Im a mess

Cigarettes and chocolate milk
Cigarettes and chocolate milk

Rufus Wainwright

Estávamos a esquecer-nos tão depressa porque é
que a morte era uma ideia assim
tão triste, quando apagámos um nome
de lista de contactos
no telemóvel e nos tentámos lembramos
de coisas como o som da sua voz, ou de como
gostaria de ser recordado,
aliás, (a palavra certa é outra) esquecido.

Então Abril chega e é só mais um mês,
e a primavera rebenta cada vez mais distante
dos nossos gestos. Não contamos os cabelos,
mas vê-se bem que são cada vez menos
e a juventude; essa foi uma piada que na altura
não entendemos, e agora é já um pouco tarde
para nos começarmos a rir.

A manhã abre um parêntesis enquanto ponho
a chaleira ao lume, pego num livro
que larguei ali. Aborreço-me
com os temas elevados e o modo inspirado
como trocam impressões as personagens
deste escritor.
Gostava que Deus nos visse assim,
de pijama na cozinha, remelosos e vazios,
à espera da primeira chávena de café
e de algum twist no enredo destes dias
que vieram até aqui.

De volta ao quarto onde dorme ainda
a cinderela da noite passada,
vou rabiscando umas linhas, uma metáfora
molengona, a ver se colo duas estrofes
que não se entendem entre elas.
Por motivos óbvios penso na mão
que subiu pela saia da Mona Lisa
e lhe ensinou aquele sorriso.
É necessário ter tacto com coisas destas.

A gata borralheira finalmente acorda.
Falamos durante alguns minutos que
não consigo passar aqui,
e depois de umas tiradas
dessas que vêm nos manuais, deixei-me des-
contrair, vindo de uma rápida associação de ideias
fui meter o pé numa piada de mau gosto:
um parque de infância com muitas crianças,
todas indesejáveis, e uma recomendação
relativa ao uso de contraceptivos.

Ela demorou algum tempo a organizar-se,
deixou-me um olhar cheio de barcos a afundar
e foi-se, à procura de outra cama e de um príncipe
mais inclinado para finais felizes, ainda que
de curtíssima duração.

Estas coisas acontecem por uma boa razão,
acho eu. Mas o meu timing continua a não ser
dos melhores. Até por aí
me achego mais a versos, nestes cadernos
de exercícios onde marcamos encontros às cegas,
em lugares onde às tantas até é indiferente
se mais alguém virá ou não...

Em que é que estás a pensar?
Tira uma nota mental, espera, tenta enviar
por telepatia. Ou trauteia uma canção qualquer,
um fácil, e pode ser que me fique no ouvido.
Sabes que dizem que é preciso matar o autor
para que o leitor possa nascer. Anda,
mata-me um pouco mais...

De qualquer modo não tenho já
muito por onde ir. Agora estou para aqui,
com este coração meio-deixa-andar,
lambido por suores frios, entre esperma e cinzas
nestes lençóis, nas gengivas deste fim de manhã,
escrevendo, passeando, como quem assobia
e tem agarrado pela trela algum abismo,
um desses animais que apanham o que atiramos
e vão suportando a nossa companhia.

Diogo Vaz Pinto in Criatura nº3

The weirder you’re going to behave, the more normal you should look. It works in reverse, too. When I see a kid with three or four rings in his nose, I know there is absolutely nothing extraordinary about that person.

P.J. O’Rourke

Let's taste

and enjoy each other...

Carol

"a água corre pelas pálpebras pelas pontas do cabelo

curva na escápula nos seios no ventre nos joelhos

contorna as palmas dos pés liberta-me o semblante

sento-me no chão e penso

deveria praticar ioga

erguer-me como uma árvore assimétrica na torrente

de quando em quando o vento arrancar-me-ia uma ou outra ramada

talvez me cobrissem heras ou vinha virgem

não usaria de palavras não as escutaria

agora que somos todos Americanos indubitavelmente mestiços

só nos falta sermos todos Mulheres

talvez daqui a quarenta anos possam os nossos filhos dizê-lo

pois que nessa matéria a cor da pele não revela diferença

ressalvo que quando falo de Mulheres não falo

daquelas que se portam como homens

e que nada tenho contra os Homens

estou é tão cansada destes tempos vagarosos

onde ainda é possível apedrejar raparigas velá-las como corvos

incendiar-lhes o sari pagar-lhes um salário inferior por igual trabalho

cansada da bem pensante esquerda da iluminada direita

de todos os que esperam que nos comportemos

com gravidade e circunspecção masculinas

sem histeris dizem condescendentes

as mulheres refilam choram têm síndrome pré-menstrual engravidam

aborrecimentos que perturbam o ideário da gestão asséptica inócua

e muito produtiva - uma meta em alta

estou cansada das mulheres que podendo não compactuar com tudo isto

preferem a tranquilidade dos direitos adquiridos

são melhores os tempos de hoje que os das suas avós e mães mas

só nos falta sermos todos Mulheres digo eu que sou impertinente

que não me calo.

às vezes quando se me escurece a alma penso

deveria praticar ioga

erguer-me como uma árvore assimétrica na torrente

de quando em quando o vento arrancar-me-ia uma ou outra ramada

talve me cobrissem heras ou vinha virgem

os pássaros alimentar-se-iam de pequenos vermes e insectos

estranhos líquenes tomariam o meu torso

não usaria de palavras não as escutaria"

Cláudia Santos Silva in "Criatura nº3"

Sometimes

1 - Sometimes people surprise you.
2 - Sometimes the sun shines with a glow that feels strangely like love.
3 - Sometimes people paint and draw with so much passion that you have to close your eyes and take a deep breathjust to draw it all in.
4 - Sometimes people sing.
5 - Sometimes the trees blow just right in the wind, and you can hear them singing.
6 - Sometimes the air smells like bonfires and apples and rain.
7 - Sometimes the smell of flowers is all around you, but you can’t figure out where it’s coming from.
8 - Sometimes people care.
9 - Sometimes a new day is an adventure that fills you with excitement.
10 - Sometimes waking up is like being born again.
11 - Sometimes music or words are so beautiful they give you tingles all over your body, and you sparkle.
12 - Sometimes strangers smile at you as you walk by, and it makes you feel warm inside, so you pass the smile on.
13 - Sometimes in autumn when the air is just cold enough soyou can see your breath, you can take a walk outside and everything is alive with sparks.
14 - Sometimes there are fireworks.
15 - Sometimes there’s fudge.
16 - Sometimes the clouds move so slowly that you think timeis standing still.
17 - Sometimes you have this moment where your house becomes your home.
18 - Sometimes your bed is the nicest place in the world.
19 - Sometimes love is all around.
20 - Sometimes your friends call you out of the blue to go for coffee, and you have the best talk you’ve ever had.
21 - Sometimes you talk on the phone all night, ‘cause you just don’t want to stop.
22 - Sometimes new people make you feel good about you.
23 - Sometimes there are comics and hot chocolate.
24 - Sometimes a movie makes you cry.
25 - Sometimes pain is absolutely beautiful.
26 - Sometimes the experience of being human is more than you can take, and you feel like you’re going to burst with joy.
27 - Sometimes people love each other so much that they can’t breathe, and they can’t see.
28 - Sometimes swimming feels like flying.
29 - Sometimes the band is performing just for you.
30 - Sometimes the sea smells like heaven.
31 - Sometimes you close your eyes, and you realise something about yourself that you never thought of before.
32 - Sometimes things change.
33 - Sometimes things stay the same.
34 - Sometimes life is so big that you don’t think you can ever see everything you want to.
35 - Sometimes you love something you never thought you’d like.
36 - Sometimes people show you something they love.
37 - Sometimes magic is all around you, and you can feel it.
38 - Sometimes winter is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.
39 - Sometimes someone walks into the room, and you just can’t take your eyes off them.
40 - Sometimes people are magic.
41 - Sometimes there’s candy.
42 - Sometimes you achieve things you never thought possible.
43 - Sometimes something someone says is exactly what you need to hear.
44 - Sometimes someone writes something that seems to be about you.
45 - Sometimes colours look brighter and more beautiful than they ever have before.
46 - Sometimes the world is new.
47 - Sometimes you have to stop for a moment because everything around you is just so overwhelming you can’t take it all in.
48 - Sometimes things are hard, but everything’s going to be ok.
49 - Sometimes you just need to go out and be crazy.
50 - Sometimes you’re with someone, and you just can’t help but touch each other.
51 - Sometimes hugs can heal anything.
52 - Sometimes a kiss is like a raging river.
53 - Sometimes it’s like a soft tide.
54 - Sometimes you see the stars.
55 - Sometimes you learn a new word.
56 - Sometimes the way someone talks is enough to win you over.
57 - Sometimes another language can be like the most beautiful music.
58 - Sometimes there’s passion.
59 - Sometimes you wake up at midnight with a million ideas buzzing around your head.
60 - Sometimes life is worth living.
61 - Sometimes people hold the door for you.
62 - Sometimes you hold the door for them.
63 - Sometimes there’s chocolate.
64 - Sometimes people love you so much that you can feel it, even if they don’t say a word.
65 - Sometimes rain is energizing.

66 - Sometimes a movie is so good you can watch it over and over and over and over…

67 - Sometimes loneliness is sweet.

68 - Sometimes you open your email and you have 10 new messages, all from your old friends,who miss you.

69 - Sometimes you miss someone, and they miss you too.

70 - Sometimes you meet up with someone by chance who you haven’t seen in years.

71 - Sometimes you have to lose yourself completely to find what you’re looking for.

72 - Sometimes freedom is all you need.

73 - Sometimes you win.

74 - Sometimes the waitress/waiter is amazing.

75 - Sometimes people are sweet.

76 - Sometimes you get an unexpected compliment that leaves you beaming all day.

77 - Sometimes you’re on holiday.

78 - Sometimes the restaurant is playing your favourite song.

79 - Sometimes your stuffed animal is your best friend.

80 - Sometimes you look over at someone, and you know you’re both thinking the same thing.

81 - Sometimes people are willing to share.

82 - Sometimes there’s ice cream.

83 - Sometimes people fly across the world to see you.

84 - Sometimes there’s magic in the air.
85 - Sometimes you have way more money than you thought.

86 - Sometimes you look awesome.

87 - Sometimes love is all you need. Well… always.

88 - Sometimes a thunderstorm is captivating.

89 - Sometimes you know the right answer.

90 - Sometimes people smile through their tears.

91 - Sometimes people thank you, and you don’t even know why.

92 - Sometimes everything goes your way.

93 - Sometimes people are willing to compromise.

94 - Sometimes it’s time to party! :’)

95 - Sometimes you’re in love.

96 - Sometimes reading the last line of a book is like saying goodbye.

97 - Sometimes you can be romantic.

98 - Sometimes you have wonderful dreams.

99 - Sometimes it’s your birthday.

100 - Sometimes you’re not scared anymore.

(daqui: http://072106.tumblr.com/post/99753422/a-list-of-beautiful-moments-numbers-1-to-100)