Friday, December 07, 2012

Ficamos sozinhos quando...

Bem verdade...
E às vezes é preciso muita coragem para o fazermos. Nem todos o conseguem.
 
"Ficamos sozinhos quando somos exigentes. Ficamos sozinhos quando não mentimos. Ficamos sozinhos quando defendemos as nossas convicções. É um preço que estou disposto a pagar."

(Pedro Mexia in "Expresso)

Thursday, December 06, 2012

Nada Tem Sentido

Há dias em que nada tem sentido.




Nos altos ramos de árvores frondosas
O vento faz um rumor frio e alto,
Nesta floresta, em este som me perco
          E sozinho medito.
Assim no mundo, acima do que sinto,
Um vento faz a vida, e a deixa, e a toma,
E nada tem sentido — nem a alma
          Com que penso sozinho.


Ricardo Reis, in "Odes"

Thursday, November 29, 2012

The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions




The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions—the little soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery, and the countless other infinitessimals of pleasurable thought and genial feeling.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Tu Tens Um Medo


Acabar.
Não vês que acabas todo o dia.
Que morres no amor.
Na tristeza.
Na dúvida.
No desejo.
Que te renovas todo dia.
No amor.
Na tristeza
Na dúvida.
No desejo.
Que és sempre outro.
Que és sempre o mesmo.
Que morrerás por idades imensas.
Até não teres medo de morrer.
E então serás eterno.
Não ames como os homens amam.
Não ames com amor.
Ama sem amor.
Ama sem querer.
Ama sem sentir.
Ama como se fosses outro.
Como se fosses amar.
Sem esperar.
Tão separado do que ama, em ti,
Que não te inquiete
Se o amor leva à felicidade,
Se leva à morte,
Se leva a algum destino.
Se te leva.
E se vai, ele mesmo...
Não faças de ti
Um sonho a realizar.
Vai.
Sem caminho marcado.
Tu és o de todos os caminhos.
Sê apenas uma presença.
Invisível presença silenciosa.
Todas as coisas esperam a luz,
Sem dizerem que a esperam.
Sem saberem que existe.
Todas as coisas esperarão por ti,
Sem te falarem.
Sem lhes falares.
Sê o que renuncia
Altamente:
Sem tristeza da tua renúncia!
Sem orgulho da tua renúncia!
Abre as tuas mãos sobre o infinito.
E não deixes ficar de ti
Nem esse último gesto!
O que tu viste amargo,
Doloroso,
Difícil,
O que tu viste inútil
Foi o que viram os teus olhos
Humanos,
Esquecidos...
Enganados...
No momento da tua renúncia
Estende sobre a vida
Os teus olhos
E tu verás o que vias:
Mas tu verás melhor...
... E tudo que era efêmero
se desfez.
E ficaste só tu, que é eterno.

Cecília Meireles

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Tempus fugit




"Há um tempo em que é preciso abandonar as roupas usadas, que já tem a forma do nosso corpo, e esquecer os nossos caminhos, que nos levam sempre aos mesmos lugares. É o tempo da travessia: e, se não ousarmos fazê-la, teremos ficado, para sempre, à margem de nós mesmos."

Fernando Pessoa

Monday, November 26, 2012

Uma questão de sorte?

Nunca li nada desta autora, mas confesso que gostei da citação que uma colega colocou hoje no FB.


"Na vida de cada homem só existe uma mulher com quem é possível conseguir a união perfeita e, na vida de cada mulher, só existe um homem com quem pode sentir-se completa. Todavia, poucos, muito poucos, acabam por se encontrar. Os outros são obrigados a viver num estado de insatisfação, de nostalgia. Quantos encontros existirão assim? Um em cada dez mil? Um num milhão? Um em dez milhões? Os outros são ajuntamentos, simpatias epidérmicas, transitórias, afinidades físicas ou de carácter, convenções sociais. Que sorte nós tivemos, hein?"

Susanna Tamaro in Vai Aonde Te Leva o Coração



Será que tivemos todos esta sorte? Neste preciso momento acho que não tive, mas em muitos outros momentos já acreditei que sim.

Monday, November 14, 2005

Purple Hair

Your Hair Should Be Purple
Intense, thoughtful, and unconventional.You're always philosophizing and inspiring others with your insights.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Kierkegaard Quote for 10/11/2005

Since boredom advances and boredom is the root of all evil, no wonder, then, that the world goes backwards, that evil spreads.
This can be traced back to the very beginning of the world.
The gods were bored; therefore they created human beings.

Monday, November 07, 2005

The Cat

"Why don't you bring the cat along? He spends so much time on his own..." he asked yesterday.
"Why shouldn't I? That's what I wanted, right?" I thought and so I took him along...
What is supposed to come next?

I am scared things won't work out...

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Kierkegaard Quote for 27/10/2005

What is a poet?
An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

They're back

It's today...once again.
I know it won't be as good as it has been before, but still I feel I should go.:)



Every time I think of you it's like the last beat of my heart
The memory of leaving you is tearing me apart
No waves no tears no backward glance
But I'll always hold you dear
Never regret but I'll never forget
'Cos there's not enough heaven here

Hands across the ocean, reaching out for you
Across the waves, across the water
Hands, across the ocean

And every time I'm missing you I just can't let it show
And every time I want to cry I just can't let it go
all wine and song and masquerade and refuge holds me dear
Ribbons and lace and daisy chains
But there's not enough heaven here

Hands across the ocean, reaching out for you
Across the waves, across the water, reaching out for you
Hands across the ocean, reaching out for you
Across the waves, across the water
Hands, across the ocean

Bangles beads and lipstick games
And comfort holds me dear
Velvet and lace and perfumed sheets
But there's not enough heaven
Not enough heaven here

Hands across the ocean, reaching out for you
Across the waves, across the water, reaching out for you
Hands across the ocean, reaching out for you
Across the waves, across the water
Hands, across the ocean

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

How's Your Taste in Music?





Your Taste in Music:


80's Alternative: Highest Influence
80's Pop: High Influence
90's Alternative: Medium Influence
Adult Alternative: Low Influence
Dance: Low Influence

Monday, August 01, 2005

You, the only sense the world has ever made

It has been a year now and I am dedicating this to you.
I just hope you are as happy as I am.
I love you.


Last of the men in hats hops off the coil
And a final scene unfolds inside
Deep in the rain of sparks behind his brow
Is a part replayed from a perfect day
Teaching her how to whistle like a boy
Love's first blush

Chorus
Is this making sense?
What am I trying to say?
Early evening June
This room and a radio play
This I need to save
I choose my final thoughts today
Switching off with you

All the clocks give in
And the traffic fades
And the insects like a neon choir
The instant fizz
Connection made
And the curtains sigh
In time
With you

Chorus 2
You, the only sense the world has ever made
Early evening June
This room and radio play
This I need to save

I choose my final scene today
Switching off

Ran to ground for a while there
But I came off pretty well

Chorus 3
You, the only sense the world has ever made
This I need to save
A simple trinket locked away
I choose my final scene today
Switching off with you

Elbow - Switching Off

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Come Undone

Yesterday I went to see Duran Duran with my mate for the first time in my life.
Great concert, the guys still rule.
Felt very very nostalgic and sad...I couldn't feel as happy as other people did...just the thought of 23 years having passed since they last toured Portugal made me think how quick time passes by without us noticing it.
The ageing process terrifies me.

They played all their hits (almost)...from Girls on Film to Planet Earth, just name it!:)
It was worth it.

Boys, what took you so long?


Mine, immaculate dream made breath and skin
I've been waiting for you
Signed with a home tattoo,
Happy birthday to you was created for you

Can't ever keep from falling apart
At the seams
Can't I believe you're taking my heart
To pieces

Oh, it'll take a little time,
Might take a little crime
To come undone now

We'll try to stay blind
To the hope and fear outside
Hey child, stay wilder than the wind
And blow me in to cry...

Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone?

Words, playing me deja vu,
Like a radio tune
I swear I've heard before
Chill, is it something real
Or the magic I'm feeding off your fingers

Can't ever keep from falling apart
At the seams
Can I believe you're taking my heart
To pieces

Lost, in a snow filled sky we'll make it alright
To come undone now...

Friday, May 20, 2005

Wishing

Feeling so anxious and afraid of the future.
Afraid that bad things will happen to me and not being able to react, to fight.
I have never been much of a fighter; I go down very easily.
I am down. I used to be happy on Fridays, but I don't feel that way anymore.
We used to go out, drink, dance, laugh, have fun...those days seem so far away...

Sometimes I wish I was someone else. I wish I had a more interesting life. When I read other people's blogs, they seem to lead such a fascinating life...I found a journal from a girl living in Denmark and it's so stupid, but I wish I had her life. Even with her panic attacks and anxieties, everything about her seems so interesting and glamourous...her social life, the places she goes to...
I know no one can live my life for me...I just wish I were happier, that's all...

I wish I were an artist. A writer or maybe a painter. I wish I was adored and loved.
Maybe I am, but lately I haven't felt like that.

My therapist told me that I have got an artist's soul. So why the hell can't I create anything? The only thing I do is feel, think, feel, think, feel, think...it is soooo tiring it hurts.

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Back. I hope...

I have been away for soooo long...
I wish I could write every day.
I think a lot and feel too much, but it is very difficult for me to put all my emotions into words.
I am too lazy and definitely not disciplined enough to keep a blog.

I will give myself a second chance...

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Mesmerized

Dedicated to R.
I wanna feel again the thrill of the first kiss
I’ve never wanted anything more than this
I wanna feel again the blinding sheer delight
My senses scorched desire that flames so bright
I’m mesmerized hypnotized by you
I’m mesmerized so beguiled by you
I’m mesmerized by you
There’s too many years and an ocean between us
And in the eyes of the world I’m scorned as a libertine
But you are my muse you are my Venus
And I watch move devotion comes serene
I’m mesmerized hypnotized by you
I’m mesmerized so beguiled by you
I’m mesmerized by you and your sea green eyes
One glance and I’m mesmerized
Entrance and I’m hypnotize by you
You mesmerized me
With just the promise of a kiss I’m enrapture
I wanna feel you touch you hold you and caress you
Within this moment of bliss I’m encaptured
I wanna ravish you thrill you enchant you and possess you
I’m mesmerized hypnotized by you
I’m mesmerized so beguiled by you, beguiled by you
I’m mesmerized hypnotized by you
I’m mesmerized so beguiled by you
I’m mesmerized by you
The Mission
P.S. I can still feel the thrill of the first kiss!*

Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Tired

I feel so tired...
I wish I could hibernate just like bears do and sleep all winter.
I am happy I can sleep late tomorrow and not having to go to work...boring job, brainless stupid job...
My mood sucks today.:(

Thursday, November 25, 2004

The Seven Ages Of Man


All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players,
They have their exits and entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then, the whiling schoolboy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Madew to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice
In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
And so he plays his part.

Poem lyrics of Seven Ages Of Man by William Shakespeare