segunda-feira, 25 de fevereiro de 2013

The thrill is gone

It's your fiction that interests me. Your interplay of human motives and emotion.  Sometimes it is more difficult to make a scene, than to feel sincerely. We must beware the revenge of the starved senses, the embittered animal in its prison. You becomes a mirror.


Nicht tun dürfen, was andere tun; tun müssen, 
was die anderen nicht tun.
Egon Flaig

quarta-feira, 20 de fevereiro de 2013

To argue with reality

Raise your words, not your voice 
to bully.
It is rain that grows flowers, 
not thunder.

A person wrapped up in himself makes a very small parcel. 
Karma exists, chickens do come home to roost, not because I'm a spiritual person, but as my mother liked to say: 
“There is always a day of reckoning.” 

Train up a child in the way he should go, 
and when he is old he will not depart from it.



sábado, 16 de fevereiro de 2013

Rainbows and Unicorns

I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop without jumping.


Overlooks the park

There are no more barriers to cross, and then take a deep breath and touch your chest- expecting a heart to be thumping quickly, impatiently, but there's nothing there, not even a beat. Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is crock.

sexta-feira, 15 de fevereiro de 2013

The biscuits, the cake and the dreams

The death of a dream can in fact serve as the vehicle that endows it with new form, with reinvigorated substance, a fresh flow of ideas, and splendidly revitalized color. In short, the power of a certain kind of dream is such that death need not indicate finality at all but rather signify a metaphysical and metaphorical leap forward. 

The body sticks to the facts.


quinta-feira, 14 de fevereiro de 2013

O Big Bang é um mal-entendido

Sometimes people hold a core belief that is very strong. When they are presented with evidence that works against that belief, the new evidence cannot be accepted. It would create a feeling that is extremely uncomfortable, called cognitive dissonance. And because it is so important to protect the core belief, they will rationalize, ignore and even deny anything that doesn't fit in with the core belief. 

White Skin, Black Masks...


terça-feira, 12 de fevereiro de 2013

Cloud So Loud

We are just an advanced breed of monkeys on a minor planet of a very average star. But we can understand the Universe. That makes us something very special. I believe everyone should have a broad picture of how the universe operates and our place in it. It is a basic human desire. And even people who claim everything is predestined, and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road. 


segunda-feira, 11 de fevereiro de 2013

Strangely alive

A strangely alive silence, like a trap open over a well, from which one can hear the secret murmur of the earth itself. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools. Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.


sexta-feira, 8 de fevereiro de 2013

I Can't Stand

By The Bridge

Every day that is born into the world comes like a burst of music and rings the whole day through, and you make of it a dance, a dirge, or a life march, as you will. The strength of cheerfulness, and its power of endurance - the cheerful man will do more in the same time, will do it; better, will preserve it longer, than the sad or sullen. A person who is gifted sees the essential point and leaves the rest as surplus.


quarta-feira, 6 de fevereiro de 2013

A devil to scratch my soul

Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him. 


terça-feira, 5 de fevereiro de 2013


I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.


segunda-feira, 4 de fevereiro de 2013

Thirteen Thirtyfive

When you get those rare moments of clarity, those flashes when the universe makes sense, you try desperately to hold on to them. They are the life boats for the darker times, when the vastness of it all, the incomprehensible nature of life is completely illusive. There have been great societies that did not use the wheel, but there have been no societies that did not tell stories.


domingo, 3 de fevereiro de 2013


'I dedicate this to everyone who understands how it feels to pray in this way - beyond all religion, from the terrifying emptiness of the wasteland.'


sábado, 2 de fevereiro de 2013

sexta-feira, 1 de fevereiro de 2013

Por entre as hastes castigadas

O modo como esperam pela morte,
com tanta paixão quanto um sinal
de trânsito.

Essas são as pessoas que votam
Essas são as pessoas que acreditam em comerciais
Essas são as pessoas que compram dentaduras a prazo
Essas são as pessoas que comemoram feriados
Essas são as pessoas que agonizam o dia todo nos parques, 
olhando o mar ao longe
Essas são as pessoas sentadas ao lado do velho canhão,
enferrujado e inútil 
Essas são as pessoas que têm breves funerais

Esses são os mortos.
Esses são quase todos que 

Gaivotas são melhores
Algas marinhas são melhores
Areia suja é melhor.

Se pudesse posicionar aquele velho canhão 
contra eles...


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