- Não tá fácil pra ninguém.
- Nunca foi.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
(te evitando para me encontrar)
Não descer do bloco
para não te cumprimentar.
Subir pelas escadas
pois você está no elevador.
Sair pela garagem
para não te ver no térreo.
Não levar o cachorro pra passear
porque seu vizinho
também levou.
Ficar no apartamento
para não te encontrar
na padaria.
Nicolas Behk
para não te cumprimentar.
Subir pelas escadas
pois você está no elevador.
Sair pela garagem
para não te ver no térreo.
Não levar o cachorro pra passear
porque seu vizinho
também levou.
Ficar no apartamento
para não te encontrar
na padaria.
Nicolas Behk
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
O fio que me liga
Às voltas com interruptores,
tomadas abertas
e fios desencapados,
na esperança de que,
em algum lapso de atenção,
eu receba um choque tão forte
eu receba um choque tão forte
que me faça ver o mundo
de ponta-cabeça.
É como li ontem, ou dia desses,
"A vida é um fio desencapado caído na rua em noite de chuva".
Monday, August 27, 2012
Hoje acordei
hoje acordei para ser feliz,
mas tudo o que tinha foram pedaços de uma felicidade
que já se foi.
mas tudo o que tinha foram pedaços de uma felicidade
que já se foi.
Friday, August 24, 2012
I hate them all
I'm tired
of everyone I know
Of everyone I see
on the street
and on TV, yeah
On the other side
On the other side
Nobody's waiting for me
On the other side
I hate them all
I hate them all
I hate myself for hating them
So I'll drink some more
I love them all
I'll drink even more
I'll hate them even more than I did before
On the Other Side
The Strokes
Of everyone I see
on the street
and on TV, yeah
On the other side
On the other side
Nobody's waiting for me
On the other side
I hate them all
I hate them all
I hate myself for hating them
So I'll drink some more
I love them all
I'll drink even more
I'll hate them even more than I did before
On the Other Side
The Strokes
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Saudade
Redescobrir você mesmo
e reviver sua própria vida.
Voltar aos velhos e ordinários hábitos.
Que saudade de mim!
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
O caminho
acho, agora, que o caminho
tem de ser mais fácil.
mais simples.
e que a poeira
- dessa estrada -
nunca cesse.
porque, bem, acho que assim
é a vida.
Monday, August 13, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
The Part of You, You Don't Own
Para Sergio Marino, meu último adeus.
You don't know. But, I've been stealing.
I've saved a smile of yours.
A frown from behind that desk.
Your face, your eyes, that scar.
The tilt of your head, from yesterday, at 15 degrees.
That mole on your neck.
The smell of your hair, and the wind that blew through it.
The vibrations of your voice.
A tear, and the light that shone off it.
Your walk, that walk.
Your words, every word.
Your laugh, your gasp.
The way you sound when you're out of breath.
A little song you'd hummed just the other day.
That clumsy skip you made on your way.
A weird noise. A feisty reply.
A really funny, awkward goodbye.
A silly "huh?", a helpless "why?".
A stubborn "No", a silent cry.
A look of anger on your face.
A look of sorrow, of peace...
A look of turbulence, a look of hope.
And a naked look of love.
I've taken a million snapshots of you in my head.
I've recorded your every word, heartbeat and footstep.
I have exhausted my memory space with you.
And I've stolen every second I could.
And saved you, in a place safe even from time.
And in this moment, this ache. It's mine.
Mine to cherish. Mine to keep.
Mine to live with.
There's a part of you, you do not own.
And this part of you... is mine.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Something Happened
Something happened to us.
A broken glass.
Our last tear.
Something happened to us.
As modern novels say,
the young boy is afraid of living.
The Change
"Change happens when the pain of holding on becomes greater than the fear of letting go."
Monday, August 6, 2012
Pierrot le fou
Qu'est-ce que je peux faire?
Je sais pas quoi faire.
Qu'est-ce que je peux faire?
Je sais pas quoi faire.
Qu'est-ce que je peux faire?
Je sais pas quoi faire.
Friday, August 3, 2012
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Monday, July 30, 2012
You Can Forgive Yourself
You’re not okay
nor cool
or even letting things go.
So, you can forgive yourself
because these days have been awful for you.
(Specially for you
Who cares so much.)
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Trocando em miúdos
eu bato o portão sem fazer alarde
eu levo a carteira de identidade
uma saideira, muita saudade
e a leve impressão de que já vou tarde
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
The Key to the Inglorious Happiness
you
kiss me with love
and then
kill me with love.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
O'Children
I'm totally in love with this one. Who knows what it means to me now...
Hey little train! We are all jumping on
The train that goes to the Kingdom
We're happy, Ma, we're having fun
And the train ain't even left the station
Saturday, July 21, 2012
my heart comes undone
while you are away
my heart comes undone
slowly unravel
in a ball of yarn
Esperar pelo melhor. Ao menos dessa vez.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Updating quickly
"I've found that the saddest people are also the funniest, and only those who understand complexity can communicate simpicity."
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Diálogo I
- e como se sente hoje?
- não sei se sinto. acho que não quero pensar na possibilidade de, ainda, sentir algo.
- como assim?
- nada. eu só me cansei de sentir.
- mas isso é impossível.
- não, não é. e sabe por quê? porque a gente sempre acha que sente demais. e o fim é sempre trágico. eu quero evitar isso. quanto menor a escalada, menor o tombo.
- não acredito que você possa estar sendo sincero.
- não estou. mas sentir é, de fato, e você há de convir, exaustivo demais para uma cabeça em formação.
- eu concordo, e isso é o belo da vida. poder renovar seus sentimentos.
- duvido que você acredite no que acabou de dizer.
- talvez eu não acredite.
- vamos ambos assumir para nós quão doloroso é sentir e como a vida seria melhor sem sentimentos.
os dois se olharam, preferindo acreditar na mentira que diziam.
- não sei se sinto. acho que não quero pensar na possibilidade de, ainda, sentir algo.
- como assim?
- nada. eu só me cansei de sentir.
- mas isso é impossível.
- não, não é. e sabe por quê? porque a gente sempre acha que sente demais. e o fim é sempre trágico. eu quero evitar isso. quanto menor a escalada, menor o tombo.
- não acredito que você possa estar sendo sincero.
- não estou. mas sentir é, de fato, e você há de convir, exaustivo demais para uma cabeça em formação.
- eu concordo, e isso é o belo da vida. poder renovar seus sentimentos.
- duvido que você acredite no que acabou de dizer.
- talvez eu não acredite.
- vamos ambos assumir para nós quão doloroso é sentir e como a vida seria melhor sem sentimentos.
os dois se olharam, preferindo acreditar na mentira que diziam.
Monday, July 16, 2012
da Fragilidade dos Relacionamentos
Why is everyone asking about "what it means"? We will never know what it "actually" means, that is if it's supposed to mean anything at all. We've become mad, thinking that everything must have meaning. Once an artwork is put out to the public, it belongs to the artworld (and leaves the artist), urging us to decipher and interpret what it "might" mean. Enjoy this video for its beautiful aesthetics and its excellent music. Get lost in the work, forget about meaning and interpret for yourself. [comentário retirado do Youtube]
Thursday, July 12, 2012
apropriado para o momento
"Você busca o relacionamento na expectativa de mitigar a insegurança que infestou sua solidão; mas o tratamento só fez expandir os sintomas, e agora você talvez se sinta mais inseguro do que antes."
Monday, July 2, 2012
the weight of my words
eu tenho ouvido muito essa música nos últimos dias. descobri por acaso no meio do meu ipod e me apaixonei pela banda.
There are very many things
I would like to say to you
but I've lost my way
and I've lost my words
Friday, June 29, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Hoje, 20 de junho.
Esses últimos dias tenho vivido como se fosse num filme. Ou pelo menos sentido como.
Clima chuvoso, frio, árvores molhadas, os sapatos sujos de lama. Sujos de alma.
A sensação doente que não passa, em momento algum, e que não fica, seja quando for.
Esta dubitável oscilação entre o estar e não estar.
Eu só precisava disso, falar. Se não te tenho mais, et je m'excuse d'être ainsi répétitif, tentarei ter a mim.
Clima chuvoso, frio, árvores molhadas, os sapatos sujos de lama. Sujos de alma.
A sensação doente que não passa, em momento algum, e que não fica, seja quando for.
Esta dubitável oscilação entre o estar e não estar.
Eu só precisava disso, falar. Se não te tenho mais, et je m'excuse d'être ainsi répétitif, tentarei ter a mim.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
I never wrote this for you...
but I miss you a lot.
Saturday, June 9, 2012
The non-happy poem
I'm not happy, I ought to affirme.
I wouldn't say I'm unhappy, for the weight of this affirmation is too stately and I don't want to be responsable for that.
I'm not happy, I'd say.
An unhappy person is that who already gave up on happiness, or is near to do this.
The non-happy person lives in their own imature hope.
I wouldn't say I'm unhappy, for the weight of this affirmation is too stately and I don't want to be responsable for that.
I'm not happy, I'd say.
An unhappy person is that who already gave up on happiness, or is near to do this.
The non-happy person lives in their own imature hope.
Friday, June 8, 2012
One is the loneliest number so am I
One is the loneliest number
that you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
it's the loneliest number
since the number one
"No" is the saddest experience
you'll ever know
Yes, it's the saddest experience
you'll ever know
Because one is the loneliest number
that you'll ever do
One is the loneliest number
that you'll ever know
It's just no good anymore
since you went away
Now I spend my time
just making rhymes of yesterday (one by one by one)
Because one is the loneliest number
that you'll ever do
One is the loneliest number
that you'll ever know
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
That you'll ever do
One is the lonelist number
much, much worse than two
One is a number divided by two
(Life isn't easy when two are divided
And one has decided to bring down the curtain
And one thing's for certain
There's nothing to keep them together)
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Monday, June 4, 2012
How to control you anger
1. Learn to recognize when you are feeling stressed – this will help you to
reduce your stress before it is expressed as destructive anger.
2. Work on developing your empathy – trying to see things from another’s
perspective often helps to dissipate intense emotions.
3. Decide to respond instead of react – although the way we react often
feels automatic, we can actually choose how we’ll think, feel and respond. This
is empowering and the road to freedom.
4. Change your self talk – listen to the conversation in your head and
learn to modify extreme, unbalanced thoughts. Look for exceptions to “you
always” thinking, and reframe “you must” or “you should” demands.
5. Learn to be assertive – honest and open communication about your
wishes, needs and preferences can stop resentment building – so it doesn’t turn
to anger.
6. Adjust your expectation – often anger is triggered by a difference
between our expectations and what we actually get. Thus, sometimes it is better
to adjust our expectations so they’re more in line with reality.
7. Forgiving doesn’t also mean forgetting – although it is healthy to
sometimes let things go, that doesn’t mean we weren’t hurt, upset or offended.
The difference is we’re choosing to move on with our lives, and we’re not being
controlled by external eventes.
8. Remove yourself from the situation – retreating temporarily or “talking
time-out” provides some space to think about the “best thing to do”. Thus, you
maintain control of yourself and circumstances.
Friday, June 1, 2012
Eu prefiro ser Clark Kent
Enquanto o Homem-Aranha se utiliza de fantasia para ser um super herói, o Super-Homem se fantasia de Clark Kent para ser um humano. É uma bela metáfora para mostrar como alguns de nós têm uma espécie de super-herói com superpoderes dentro de si. E outros não.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
The Little Mermaid Real Story
The prince and princess marry, and the Little Mermaid's heart breaks.
She thinks of all that she has given up and of all the pain she has suffered.
She despairs, thinking of the death that awaits her, but before dawn, her sisters bring her a knife that the Sea Witch has given them in exchange for their long hair.
If the Little Mermaid slays the prince with the knife and lets his blood drip on her feet, she will become a mermaid again, all her suffering will end and she will live out her full life.
The Little Mermaid cannot bring herself to kill the sleeping prince lying with his bride and as dawn breaks she throws herself into the sea.
Her body dissolves into foam, but instead of ceasing to exist, she feels the warmth of the sun; she has turned into a spirit, a daughter of the air.
The other daughters of the air tell her she has become like them because she strove with all her heart to gain an eternal soul.
Every time I listen to this song I want to get tattooed with these words
And how can you mend a broken heart?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
How can you stop the sun from shining?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
How can you stop the sun from shining?
Saturday, May 26, 2012
"I feel like shit"
o que fazer quando se sentir um lixo?
pensar em metáforas. falar dos sentimentos nunca é fácil.
mudar de ares. e adiar a vida.
olhar pela janela e só ver a cortina.
pensar em metáforas. falar dos sentimentos nunca é fácil.
mudar de ares. e adiar a vida.
olhar pela janela e só ver a cortina.
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