merit

To generalize is to be an idiot. To particularize is the alone distinction of merit. General knowledges are those knowledges that idiots possess.

(W. Blake)

tears dry on their own

All I can ever be to you,
Is a darkness that we knew,
And this regret I had to get accustomed to,
Once it was so right,
When we were at our high,
Waiting for you in the hotel at night,
I knew I hadn't met my match,
But every moment we could snatch,
I don't know why I got so attached,
It's my responsibility,
And you don't owe nothing to me,
But to walk away I have no capacity

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And in this grey, in this blue shade
My tears dry on their own,

I don't understand,
Why do I stress A man,
When there's so many better things at hand,
We could a never had it all,
We had to hit a wall,
So this is inevitable withdrawal,
Even if I stop wanting you,
A Perspective pushes thru,
I'll be some next man's other woman soon,

I shouldn't play myself again,
I should just be my own best friend,
Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men,

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And it's OK,
In this blue shade,
My tears dry on their own,

So we are history,
YOUR shadow covers me
The sky above,
A blaze only that lovers see

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And it's OK,
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own,

I wish I could SAY no regrets,
And no emotional debts,
And as we kiss goodbye the sun sets,
So we are history,
The shadow covers me,
The sky above a blaze that only lovers see,

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And it's OK,
In this blue Shade,
My tears dry on their own,

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And it's OK,
My deep shade,
My tears dry

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And it's OK,
My deep shade,
My tears dry

love is a losing game

For you I was a flame
Love is a losing game
Five story fire as you came
Love is a losing game

Why do I wish I never played
Oh what a mess we made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand

Self professed... profound
Till the chips were down
...know you're a gambling man
Love is a losing hand

Though I'm rather blind
Love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind
Love is a fate resigned

Over futile odds
And laughed at by the gods
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

i'll be there!

the first one is cool, i'm happy to go... the second is the best thing i could ever do! once again i'll fly to heaven, i'll know paradise, coz i'll be there!!!

emoções

a nudez do teu corpo
é ideia que vaga solta
no campo da fantasia,
abre portas,
ressuscita sonhos
e incendeia
as minhas emoções.

(Ademir Antônio Bacca)

dreams

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.

imagine

Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

fp/rr

Não sei quantas almas tenho. Cada momento mudei.Continuamente me estranho.
Nunca me vi nem acabei. De tanto ser, só tenho alma.

Segue o teu destino. Rega as tuas plantas . Ama as tuas rosas . O resto é a sombra de árvores alheias.

A espantosa realidade das coisas é a minha descoberta de todos os dias. Cada coisa é o que é. E é difícil explicar a alguém quanto isso me alegra, e quanto isso me basta. Basta existir para se ser completo.

Para ser grande, sê inteiro: nada teu exagera ou exclui. Sê todo em cada coisa. Põe quanto és no mínimo que fazes. Assim em cada lago a lua toda brilha, porque alta vive.

(Ricardo Reis)

cool

Black Widow Spider: Married, huh? I'm a widow.

A sweet and visually lovely tale of love lost.
Not just great fun but high art.
I love it!

mar

O vento sopra levemente
Solta uma brisa refrescante
Olho o mar…
É manhã cedo
O sol a nascer,
Timidamente
Trazendo cor ao dia
O vento intensifica-se
Acaricia o meu rosto
O tempo passa
Contemplo o mar
Imenso, infindável…

De águas salgadas e límpidas
Ondas cristalinas
Beijando a praia
De areia fina e aveludada
Permaneço absorto, observando-o
Na sua majestosa imponência
E imensidão
Saio de coração aberto,
Sereno…
Faz-me bem ver o mar
Soltando as vagas, na praia

Transmite tranquilidade

E outro dia…

Vários outros dias…

Terei de voltar
Para o ver, o mar...

one on one

eat lick kiss hold come on start off slowly throw us up against the wall watch us writhe until we fall thrust inside hear the cry watch the smile sweet delight tie us up let us hang so deep inside nearly pain move around and hit that spot hear the screaming not to stop faster faster cling to meriding through this ecstasy marked bodies made them bleed both our eyes fill with need the need to be close to be inside touching the more I think the more I want the body convulses with a grunt arch the back grab it buck the hips open wide we both explode seed all over breathing hard collapsing beat what a time this love this fuck is true.

good life

Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air…

(Ralph Waldo Emerson)

footprints

One night he had a dream...

They were walking along the beach.
Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene he noticed two sets of
footprints in the sand: each one belonging
to each one of them.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the footprints in the sand.

He noticed that many times along the path of
his life there was only one set of footprints.

He also noticed that it happened at the very
lowest and saddest times in his life.

This really bothered him and he
questioned about it:

You said you'd walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most
troublesome times in my life,
there is only one set of footprints.
I don't understand why when
I needed you most you would leave me.

The other replied:

I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you.

the sea

A place where water teems with might
The crashing waves of endless height
Rising and falling out of sight
The waves that break or fashion stone
Water that freezes to the bone
The mysteries within unknown
It’s power over me

A place of beauty found inside
Where exotic life forms reside
Beautiful creatures love to hide
Glittering sea of aqua dye
Weightless waters which make you fly
Bright sunsets painted in the sky

It’s more than water, salt, and sand
It is the great blue sea
Where rhythmic currents weave and race
Where unchecked power meets with grace
The most ruthless and gentle place
I truly love the sea

live!

If you fell down yesterday, stand up today. (H. G. Wells)

May you live every day of your life. (Jonathan Swift)

choices

How often we must bear the challenges of life, the endless roller coaster between happiness and sorrow, the constant ups and downs of daily strife. And always the question remains .... why?
Life is not an easy road for most; it twists and turns although always, and inevitably, we are given a choice ...
Decisions are not easy for those struggling for direction... And sometimes the many choices and signs become overwhelming.
While standing at a crossroads in life, the urge is to take the most comfortable path; the road with least resistance... The shortest or most traveled route.
And yet, if we've been down that comfortable road before; have gleaned its lessons in life, and learned from our experiences, do we yet again follow the known? Or does our destiny lie in another direction?
The fear of the road less traveled is tangible and all too real; it manifests itself in many ways and tends to cloud the issues that might otherwise be clear.
It is in these times of confusion that we must seek peace and solitude, time to contemplate on our life, our experiences and our choices past; time to look back, and reflect on what we have learned, without fear or confusion.
For only eachone of us knows our own personal thoughts, our unique past and personal history, the experiences that brought us to the crossroads we now face.
We can always learn a small degree from others experiences, and yet... no one can walk in our shoes, others know not, the trials and tribulations faced in private...
And that is why... while standing at a crossroads, only we can formulate the decision for ourselves; the true direction that lies within; the choices we must deliberate on with clarity and wisdom.
For it is only through personal reflection that we can now choose our destiny, our next adventure and the future we will embrace...

new eyes

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.

(Marcel Proust)

even the devil wouldn't recognize you, i do

as quiet as it is tonight
you'd almost think you were safe
your eyes, are full of surprises
they cannot predict my fate
waiting underneath the stars
there something you should know
the angels they surround my heart
telling me to let you go

i barely couldn't
i barely couldn't recognize
but i played right into it
who am i to criticise
somehow i'll get through it
and you won't even realize
falling through your own disguise

it's like over and over
you're pushing me right down to the floor
i should just walk away
over and over
i keep on coming back for more
i play into your fantasy
now that it's over
you can lie to me right through your smile
i see behind your eyes
now i'm sober, no more intoxicating my mind

even the devil wouldn't recognize you
i do

you almost fooled yourself this time
that all the saints be praised
you hide your sadness behind your smile
and you keep your lost heartbreaks
the steps that edge along the ledge
it's much higher than it seems
but i've been on that ledge before
you can't hide yourself from me

i barely couldn't
i barely couldn't recognize
i still played right into it
who am i to criticise
somehow i'll get through it
and you won't even realize
falling through your own disguise

it's like over and over
you're pushing me right down to the floor
i should just walk away
over and over
i keep on coming back for more
i play into your fantasy
now that it's over
you can lie to me right through your smile
i see behind your eyes
now i'm sober, no more intoxicating my mind

even the devil wouldn't recognize you
i do

it's like over and over
you're pushing me right down to the floor
i should just walk away
over and over
i keep on coming back for more
i play into your fantasy
now that it's over
you can lie to me right through your smile
i see behind your eyes
now i'm sober, no more intoxicating my mind

even the devil wouldn't recognize you
i do, i do, i do

love

Fomos para o quarto de mão dada. Ela sentou-se na beira da cama, e eu despi-a. Quando lhe beijei o pescoço, puxou-me para si. – Não me interessa o que vamos fazer – segredou-me. – Não é preciso fazermos nada. Só quero ficar abraçada a ti. – Meteu-se debaixo dos cobertores e ficou de joelhos encolhidos enquanto eu me despia. Quando me deitei, pôs os braços à volta do meu pescoço e puxou a minha cara para junto da dela. Sabia que eu era louco por estar assim aninhado. Fazia-me sentir que pertencia a alguém, que tinha raízes, que era bem-aventurado. E eu sabia que ela adorava fechar os olhos e que lhos beijasse, e depois o nariz e as maçãs do rosto, como se ela fosse uma criança à hora de ir para a cama, e só por fim os lábios.
Condenávamo-nos muitas vezes por perdermos tempo sentados em cadeiras, todos vestidos, a conversarmos, quando podíamos fazer o mesmo deitados na cama, virados um para o outro e nus. Nesse tempo precioso antes do acto sexual, mal servido pelo termo pseudoclínico de preliminares, o mundo ficava mais pequeno e mais profundo, as nossas vozes afundavam-se no calor dos nossos corpos, as conversas tornavam-se associativas e imprevisíveis. Tudo se resumia a contacto e respiração. Ocorriam-me certas frases simples que não dizia em voz alta por soarem tão banais – cá estamos nós, ou isto outra vez, ou sim, isto. Como um momento num sonho recorrente, esses minutos compridos e inocentes eram esquecidos até voltarmos a mergulhar neles. Quando voltávamos, as nossas vidas regressavam de novo ao essencial e começavam outra vez. Quando ficávamos em silêncio, estávamos tão perto um do outro que as nossas bocas ficavam quase encostadas, protelando a união, que nos ligaria ainda mais fortemente devido a este prelúdio.

Ian McEwan, O fardo do amor

WPP

the lesson

One evening, one of my best friends, his fiancee and I had just got back to their house after a few drinks down at the local pub. It had been quite a relaxed night out, as all three of us had had hectic days at work. I'd actually wanted it to be an evening of chilled out drinking, as I'd made the decision that tonight was going to be the night I was going to announce to my best friend's wife-to-be that I was bisexual. I'd already told Steven, a couple of years ago, and he'd said he was a little shocked, but would stand by me whatever I decided. "There you go", offered Caoimhe, as she set a can of beer in front of me, and then one in front of Steven. As she opened a third one for herself, we said the only word that was suitable - "Cheers!!". All three of us duly raised our cans in the air, and began drinking. Steven started reminiscing about women he'd been out with before he'd met Caoimhe, just to get Caoimhe wound up. As soon as he started mentioning the women's names, she turned on him, and started complaining."Okay", exclaimed Steven, "what do you want to talk about for the rest ofthe night?!". Within seconds, it was obvious Caoimhe had nothing else to talk about. It wasn't long before she turned to face me and ask aquestion. "What do you want to listen to this evening?". "I don't mind. Just stick on the radio, for the time being", I suggested, trying to avoid starting a fight between the two lovers. "Don't I get to suggest what music we listen to this evening?!", asked Steven, feeling a little leftout. "But Steven", commented Caoimhe, as she went over to him to sit on his knee, "you always get to choose the music. Let Alan have the choice tonight". Within seconds, the pair of them were snogging, more passionately than I'd ever witnessed before. "Yeah, yeah; all right you two, break it up!!", I ordered, as I'd seen them snogging many times during their five and a half year relationship. I went over to the hi-fi system and turned on the local music radio station. All of a sudden, one of the best dance tunes of the year started playing on the radio. I just had to get up and have a boogie, as I had hardly danced during the night. As the tune really got going, my legs felt as though they were doing overtime. After a few minutes, I began to slow down, and soon found myself stopping,only to find Steven and his fiancee kissing just as intensely as before. It looked to me as though they weren't going to pay any attention to what I said to them, so I sat down to finish my beer.

Not long after I'd sat down, Steven and his girlfriend parted to finish their beers. "Caoimhe", I began, "can you keep a secret?". "Yeah, 'course", she replied, "what is it?!". After taking a few seconds to compose myself, I told her my big secret. We were soon hugging each other, so as to confirm she had no problem with what I'd just told her. It was only the second time we'd ever hugged, and I suddenly began to feel more confident within myself. "I'm off to bed", said Steven, as he got up from where he was sitting. As he walked past me, he held his hand out and I shook his outstretched hand. "See ya, mate", I said, just as Steven walked through the open doorway, towards the hallway. "So, how long have you had these feelings?!", asked an inquisitive Caoimhe, once Steven was out of earshot. "To be honest with you", I started, "I don't know exactly, but I started coming out about two and a half years ago. Before that, I suppose I always thought it was a possibility that I wasn't straight". "Why didn't you tell me sooner? I have a lot of gay friends", Caoimhe continued to question. "I guess I thought you might react in a weird way", I commented. "Oh well ... now you know that it doesn't matter to me what your sexual orientation is to be honest". "I'm tired", I said, "I'm off to bed. I'll see you in the morning". With that, I leaned over to hug Caoimhe again because I'd been worried about what her reaction would be to my confession. I also felt my coming out to her had improved our friendship. As I was getting ready for bed, I heard Caoimhe climbing the stairs to the bedroom that she shared with Steven. "Goodnight", she said as she passed the door of the spare bedroom. "Yeah, goodnight; see you in the morning", Caoimhe replied.

After a few minutes of lying in bed, I heard a knock at my door. "Come in", I exclaimed, knowing it must be either Steven or Caoimhe. I was a little bemused when both of them walked into the room wearing only their underwear. Before I could ask what they wanted, Caoimhe explained why they were both standing there, half-naked. "We know that you're not very sexually experienced with men or women, so we've both agreed it's about time you had some lessons for when you eventually do strike it lucky!" "When was this decided?" I asked, still flabbergasted. "Oh, we've been planning it for a while now, but thought that now would be a perfect opportunity to start the course after what you told Caoimhe earlier", said Steven. "Are you serious?!", I replied. "Of course we are. You don't think we'd be here if we weren't", replied Steven. "The first lesson is to be kissing", Caoimhe continued. "We know you've had a few snogs in recent months, but you may need to practice a bit on your technique", explained Steven. As the half-naked woman of my dreams approached me, I automatically tilted my head to the right and puckered up for a snog that I'd only ever dreamed about. Although the first kiss only lasted a matter of a few seconds, it was like I'd just stepped into a new world. When she eventually pulled away from me, she looked at me with a smile. I immediately knew that I had made a statement. It was Caoimhe who broke the silence. "That's a great technique you've got there!". "Presumably not as good as mine", interrupted Steven, already starting to feel a bit left out."Of course not", exclaimed Caoimhe, as she proceeded to give him a really long-lasting snog. I was getting incredibly turned on by just looking at them. My brain was going mad just trying to imagine what other lessons my friends had lined up for me during the course of the night. "I think you need a little more practice at that", started Steven, as he approached me,"but this time, you're going to have to imagine snogging a bloke!". I was curious as to how this was going to be achieved, as there was only the three of us in the house. The next thing I knew was that Steven was standing right in front of me, lightly caressing my cleanly-shaven face as I'd just seen him do with his wife-to-be before they'd snogged. Was my best friend about to snog me in front of his long-term girlfriend? During Steven's mind-blowing snog, it was becoming obvious that both of them wanted to give me lessons about sex with both men and women. I was really starting to get the hang of it, when Steven broke off the kiss. "That's enough of that for a while", Caoimhe started, "we'll probably come back to that and give you some more practice". "Not that you really need any!",continued Stevie, giving me a knowing glance. "Right, what's the next lesson?!", I asked. "Have a guess?", said Caoimhe, proceeding to unclip her Wonderbra. As her bra fell to the ground, I saw what I had always thought would be the best pair of tits I've ever seen - either in real life or in print. I also noticed something truly erotic - she'd had her right nipple pierced - just as I did! "Well", said Caoimhe, "what are you waiting for, a written invitation?!". As both Steven and I got closer to Caoimhe, I began to realise that tonight would be the start of something very special indeed. As I began to nibble on her left nipple, Steven was taking care of her pierced right nipple. My first ever taste of a woman's nipple was an experience quite like no other. It was a lot more sensuous for me that I'd imagined. I also experimented by taking my mouth away from her nipple and using my tongue to 'flick' it to make it stand erect. "Mind if I tried sucking your other nipple now?", I asked Caoimhe. "No", she replied, encouraging me, "go right ahead". As Steven and I swapped sides,I began to let my tongue explore the area round her pierced right nipple,which was an even better experience than her left. It seemed as though I was doing all the right things as I could hear her moaning, but to this day I don't know who enjoyed it more - her or me!! After a while, I decided that I'd had enough of my first taste of female nipple and took it upon myself to proceed down Caoimhe's fantastic body towards the entrance of her love tunnel. "Hey", exclaimed Steven and Caoimhe in unison, as soon as they realised what I was up to, "where do you think you're going!". "Sorry", I explained, "didn't think I needed a written invitation!!".

I slowly stood up 'til I was facing Caoimhe once again and immediately felt the urge to give her another snog before taking a step back. "So ... what's next?". I felt overwhelmed by the moment and leaned forward to give her yet another snog. "Okay tiger", said Caoimhe, "no need to get worked up about it!". "Next", piped Steven, "is the lesson on blow-jobs". "We're going to start by demonstrating on you", continued Caoimhe turning to me,"then I'll demonstrate, using Steven's cock as an aid. After that, you can have some practice on Steven yourself". "Are you sure?", I asked, not sure what the two had said to each other to make this happen. "We wouldn't be here if we weren't 100% sure, would we?", answered Steven. "It's okay, I've told her all about us!". Had I just understood what my best friend had just said? You see, during the past two years, him and I had been sleeping with each other on and off - usually when we were both drunk. I would usually creep into his bed and within seconds would be munching on his tasty cock. What made things even more erotic was that he seemed to love sucking on mine - often at the same time. As I started to take in what had just been said, Caoimhe and Steven were on their knees just in front of me and it was Caoimhe who started to stroke my ever increasing cock through the fabric of my boxer shorts. Within a matter of a minute or so, she decided it was about the right time to be the first adult woman of my peer group to see my naked cock. Within a matter of a few seconds off easting her eyes on my fully erect seven inch cock, she started to lick it from the base right to the top. It looked even more erotic than I'd imagined it would - I nearly came there and then. As Caoimhe was continuing with the blow job, Steven told his future wife to start licking the side of my cock - so he could lick the other side of it. As I looked down to keep an eye on their progress and to try and learn something in the process, I was amazed at how erotic the whole 'set-up' looked. During the course of the next few minutes, it was obvious that the night was going to become even more erotic than I had first imagined. The pair of them began to lick up either side of my seven inch member, reaching the head of my cock at the very same time. Then, they would proceed to give each other a quick kiss. After about a minute of that, Caoimhe took over and gave me a 'full-on' blow job that I wouldn't be forgetting about in a hurry. While his wife-to-be was demonstrating me how to give a great blow job, Steven had got behind Caoimhe and was beginning to massage her gorgeous tits. Soon, Caoimhe stopped sucking my now sensitive cock and slowly pulled away after giving my cock a last, longing lick. As she did so, Steven also pulled away from where he was and stood up straight and Caoimhe followed his lead. As the intensity of the events got the better of me, I knew I had to give Caoimhe another long snog - my way of thanking her for the night's events so far. After we broke away from each other, it became obvious that the next lesson was about to begin - giving blow jobs. As Caoimhe and Steven started snogging again, I noticed Steven rising to the occasion quite nicely. Caoimhe then started to lower herself down Steven's great body - kissing every available inch of his torso. Soon, she was on her knees and was ready to start giving the blow job to her future husband. Before she went any further, she started to rub Steven's member through his boxer shorts that he was still wearing. As soon as it was obvious that Stevie was as horny as he could get, Caoimhe stopped what she was doing and looked up at me. "Aren't you going to come and join me down here?", asked Caoimhe.

'allo 'allo

Yvette has brought more hot water for René's bath.
Yvette: The old boiler is in a terrible state.
René: I do not know why I married her in the first place.

Edith has just given another tuneless singing performance.
Lt. Gruber: Madame Edith has an unusual voice, René. Was it trained?
René: Oh, yes... But it escaped and returned to the wild.

Officer Crabtree: God Moaning. The resist-once have accqo-aired a bum. They are going to ex-plod the whaleway brodge.

Michelle: Listen very carefully, I shall say this only once.
René: Well, in that case, could you please speak slowly?

Lt. Gruber: You notice I am walking very gingerly.
René: Do not tell me you have dynamite in your trousers.
Lt. Gruber: You should not believe everything you hear, René.

Edith: Tonight I will sing as I have never sung before.
René: What, in tune?

Officer Crabtree: I was pissing by the door, when I heard two shats. You are holding in your hand a smoking goon; you are clearly the guilty potty.

Yvette: What is happening?
Maria: We were both aroused by the banging.
Edith: I too was aroused by the banging.

Leclerc: I was aroused when I saw the girls with the candles.

Monsieur Alfonse: Perhaps Madame Edith will make me the happiest man alive...
René: I thought you wanted to marry her?

René: Are you one of them?
Lt. Gruber: Clearly it was very lonely on the russian front.
Leclerc: Is he one of us?
René: No, he is one of them!
Gruber: PLease, do not tell anyone!

Helga: Herr Flick, where are you?
Herr Flick: I am behind this screen with von Smallhausen.
Helga: May I enquire to what you are up?
Herr Flick: We have taken off our clothes in accordance with the Fuhrer's instructions
Helga: What exactly did the Fuhrer ask you to do?

Herr Flick: I have three fallen Madonnas, with six big boobies. Only one of them is real.
Helga: Only one big booby?
Flick. One painting is the original, the other two are forgeries.

Edith: René! What are you doing with your arms around that girl?
René: You stupid woman? Can you not see she's suffering from claustrophobia? She accidentally locked herself.
Edith: But there is no key!
René: Exactly, that's why she couldn't get out.
Edith: Oh, the poor child. Oh, it happened to me once. I screamed and screamed, but nobody came.
René: We thought you were singing.

Geering: The Colonel gave you a pill. Where is it?
René:I have the pill in the till.
Geering: Wheere is the vine for the General?
René: It is here in this jug.
Geering: The pill contains a drug.
René: The pill in the till?
Geering: Take it and put it in there.
René: Put the drug in the jug?
Gruber: (Comes in with the Gateau) We nearly forgot the most important thing.
René: (panic) Oh, my God! The Gateau from the Chateau!
Geering: What about the Gateau from the Chateau?
René: It contains a bomb!!!
Geering: A bomb in the Gateau from the Chateau???
René: It is to blow up the General! You must not let anyone light that fuse.
Geering: But where is the fuse?
René: It is the candle with the handle.
Geering: You do not need to kill the General, we have already arranged to kill the General... Do you not see? That if we kill him with the pill from the till by making with it the drug in the jug, you need not light the Candle with handle on the Gateau from the Chateau!
René: Simple plots are always the best.

eheheheheheh... I just love it!!!

drugs

All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down

And I hope you're thinking of me
As you lay down on your side
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

But I know I'm on a losing streak
'Cause I passed down my old street
And if you wanna show, then just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

I'm never going down, I'm never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more

the verbe

enjoy the silence

a gun shot, a child’s cry and a little laughter
a small talk, a big argument and crazy fight
standing patiently
you watch it with amazement
silently wishing for it to stop
yet amazed how stupid everyone can be when
chaos, commotion, violence
take over their sanity

words are violence
the more you talk
the more “insane” you become
the more you try to understand
the less you make out of it

life is one big canvas
with brushes aplenty
we all wait to paint the masterpiece
with the colors we want
amidst all this confusion
we look to standout
by standing on someone else

when you think you had enough
step back from this insane world
move into this darkness
take your time
enjoy the beauty
enjoy the silence

and when the time is right
for you to step back in this psychedelic world
you have a million reasons to rejoice
for you have a life full of rainbows
at every step

always... the hours

You cannot find peace by avoiding life, Leonard.

Dear Leonard. To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.

Your aunt is a very lucky woman, Angelica. She has two lives. She has the life she is leading, and also the books she is writing.

It would be wonderful to say you regretted it. It would be easy. But what does it mean? What does it mean to regret when you have no choice? It's what you can bear. There it is. No one's going to forgive me. It was death. I chose life.

Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more. It's contrast.

I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.

happy?

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather. (John Ruskin)


The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be. (Marcel Pagnol)

perspectivas

Há uma alegria selvagem em estar vivo. Há uma embriaguez da existência. Cada hora é uma amante para o meu desejo infinito.

(Arthur Lundkvist)

A vida já é curta, mas nós tornamo-la ainda mais curta, desperdiçando tempo.

(Victor Hugo)

Uma vida não basta ser vivida. Ela precisa ser sonhada.

(Mário Quintana)

A vida é maravilhosa se não se tem medo dela.

(Charles Chaplin)

acaso

Cada um que passa pela nossa vida passa sozinho, pois cada pessoa é única, e nenhuma substitui a outra.
Cada um que passa pela nossa vida passa sozinho, mas não vai só, nem nos deixa sós. Leva um pouco de nós mesmos, deixa um pouco de si mesmo. Há os que levam muito; mas não há os que não levam nada. Há os que deixam muito; mas não há os que não deixam nada.
Esta é a maior responsabilidade da nossa vida e a prova evidente que duas almas não se encontram ao acaso.

(Antonie Saint-Exupéry)

how about you?

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

But if I die tonight
At least I can say I did what I wanted to do
Tell me, how bout you?

voices

Who is the master? Who is the slave?

Treat me like a curse
Then tell me I'm your saviour
I never liked the stranger
I used to know so well
Waiting for your answer
Is a kind of torture
Could I grow accustomed to this kind of hell?

Are you walking the dog, 'cause that dog isn't new
Are you out of control, is that dog walking you
Haven't you had enough, now your time is up
Baby show me your hell

Voices start to ring in your head
Tell me what do they say
Distant echoes from another time
Start to creep in your brain
So you're playing 'round, it's like it's a rewind
You blew it so often that you start to believe it
You have demons so nobody can blame you
But who is the master and who is the slave?

First you say you love me
Then you wanna leave me
Then you say you're sorry
You play the game so well
I bought your illusion
You're the greatest salesman
How could I refuse you
When you sold it to yourself

momma knows

My momma always said, "Life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get."