dreams and teethmarks

2009-09-30T03:24:00.000+01:00

2009-09-29T04:07:00.000+01:00

Elogio ao Amor

2009-09-29T04:02:00.004+01:00

"O amor é uma verdade. É por isso que a ilusão é necessária. A ilusão é bonita, não faz mal. Que se invente e minta e sonhe o que quiser. O amor é uma coisa, a vida é outra. A realidade pode matar, o amor é mais bonito que a vida. A vida que se lixe. Num momento, num olhar, o coração apanha-se para sempre. Ama-se alguém. Por muito longe, por muito difícil, por muito desesperadamente. O coração guarda o que se nos escapa das mãos. E durante o dia e durante a vida, quando não esta lá quem se ama, não é ela que nos acompanha - é o nosso amor, o amor que se lhe tem. Não é para perceber. É sinal de amor puro não se perceber, amar e não se ter, querer e não guardar a esperança, doer sem ficar magoado,viver sozinho, triste, mas mais acompanhado de quem vive feliz. Não se pode ceder. Não se pode resistir. A vida é uma coisa, o amor é outra. A vida dura a vida inteira, o amor não. Só um mundo de amor pode durar a vida inteira. E valê-la também."

Miguel Esteves Cardoso in Elogio ao Amor

Foi assim que te amei.

Hoje sinto a tua falta.

memória

2009-06-18T00:21:00.001+01:00

quando nos deitávamos tiravas-me o relógio do pulso antes de adormecer.
inocentemente acreditava que não querias ouvir o tempo a fugir-nos.

my moleskine.

2009-06-16T17:01:00.002+01:00

2009-06-14T19:01:00.000+01:00

2009-06-14T18:24:00.001+01:00

i still have hopes of one day turning out fine.

2009-01-13T02:17:00.000Z

"Music is crucial. Beyond no way can I overstress this fact. Let's say you're southbound on the interstate, cruising alone in the middle lane, listening to AM radio. Up alongside comes a tractor trailer of logs or concrete pipe, a tie-down strap breaks, and the load dumps on top of your little sheetmetal ride. Crushed under a world of concrete, you're sandwiched like so much meat salad between layers of steel and glass. In that last, fast flutter of your eyelids, you looking down that long tunnel toward the bright God Light and your dead grandma walking up to hug you--do you want to be hearing another radio commercial for a mega, clearance, closeout, blow-out liquidation car-stereo sale?"

- Chuck Palahniuk, in 'Rant'

2008-12-17T01:16:00.000Z

Layover

2008-12-17T01:09:00.001Z

Making love in the sun, in the morning sun
in a hotel room
above the alley
where poor men poke for bottles;
making love in the sun
making love by a carpet redder than our blood,
making love while the boys sell headlines
and Cadillacs,
making love by a photograph of Paris
and an open pack of Chesterfields,
making love while other men- poor folks-
work.
That moment- to this. . .
may be years in the way they measure,
but it's only one sentence back in my mind-
there are so many days
when living stops and pulls up and sits
and waits like a train on the rails.
I pass the hotel at 8
and at 5; there are cats in the alleys
and bottles and bums,
and I look up at the window and think,
I no longer know where you are,
and I walk on and wonder where
the living goes
when it stops.

by Charles Bukowski

porque há dias que não têm manhãs...

2008-11-20T23:07:00.002Z

e cicatrizes que não se podem disfarçar.

Há um sem fim de momentos que não dão simplesmente para esquecer, tal como os pés frios, tal como um nariz que pinga, como me pingam os olhos. Tal como uma dor de cabeça que persiste e uma solidão tão escura como a de quem não quer ver.

As forças escasseiam, os motivos são mais que muitos. Perdida, no meio de alguém que nunca fui, pergunto-me algum dia vou ser o que quis.

Perdida, perdida, perdida, perdida.

2008-11-04T03:40:00.005Z

Life is essentially a chess game.

You have to plan and calculate and...

...

I am so lonely.

2008-10-30T21:03:00.001Z

(...)
we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis

ee cummings, in since feeling is first

2008-10-27T22:45:00.003Z

What I want is to be needed.
What I need is to be indispensable to somebody.
Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time,
my ego, my attention.
Somebody addicted to me.
A mutual addiction.

~Chuck Palahniuk, in Choke

Guts.

2008-10-16T16:42:00.001+01:00

Do you have them?

http://chuckpalahniuk.net/features/shorts/guts

Whatever he does, Palahniuk never stops amazing me.

But I do.

2008-10-14T03:17:00.002+01:00

This morning I woke up and remembered an embarrassing sex story. Everyone has embarrassing sex stories, I hope.

Once, a girl and I were in bed together, masturbating. She was on her back, naked, touching herself, and I was above her, mostly naked, doing the same. I was eighteen or nineteen years old, and all I could think about was coming on her breasts. You know, like on the Internet. I think, probably, I was saying something to that effect. I wasn't mentioning the Internet, of course, but I was saying I'm going to come on you, I'm going to come on you. I'm classy like that. I don't remember how she felt about the whole coming-on-her idea, actually, but I can tell you that I was very excited about it. I was almost lying on top of her. I was leaned forward so far. So when I felt my orgasm coming, I looked down between us to watch for, "the come shot."

And then I came in my own eye. It came right at me, like a 3D movie gone terribly wrong, and it stung. I started clawing at my face. She laughed and laughed while I tried frantically to wipe my eye clean. She was curled up naked on the bed, laughing so hard there were tears. I started laughing too. I couldn't help it. We both laughed until it hurt, until the muscles in our cheeks were sore from smiling, and then we looked up at her ceiling, on our backs, exhausted. For the rest of that afternoon, every once in a while one of us would start laughing again and then so would the other. It is one of my favourite memories.

I used to say I never want children. But I do. And I want grandchildren. I want them to have lovers and I want them to know how good it feels to embarrass yourself so totally in front of someone you care about. I want the world to last forever just for moments like that. How sappy can you get? But I do.

in http://www.asofterworld.com/oq-display.php?id=65

i will follow you into the dark

2008-10-11T22:07:00.001+01:00

*sigh*
<3

Eagle vs. Shark

2008-10-06T12:54:00.002+01:00

A tale of hope for every doofus out there.

Mudar de Bina

2008-10-03T19:24:00.002+01:00

Possivelmente, o artista português que mais me agrada de momento.
http://www.myspace.com/norbertolobo

Hoje, no Maus Hábitos.

Club 8 - The Boy Who Couldn't Stop Dreaming

2008-10-03T13:23:00.001+01:00

swedish music is what makes me keep on dreaming.

))<>((

2008-09-25T02:56:00.002+01:00

the deadly syndrome

2008-09-25T02:06:00.001+01:00

Keep it to yourself
Make your life a living hell
Die a little every day
Most people die that way;

-animals wearing clothes.

2008-09-24T01:21:00.003+01:00

estou doente de ti.
quero te fora, mas não tenho anti-corpos para te expulsar de mim.
não há antibóticos, nem vacinas.
arranho-te, mas só me dóis mais.

quero esquecer.

tomara que fosse assim tão simples.

temporary life

2008-09-22T02:45:00.002+01:00

The morning sun's about to break
I'm looking in as you create someone
You lift your head and brush your teeth
And make your bed as if you won't sleep again
You fix your hair and tie your shoes
And tuck your shirt and now you feel new

The glass is full, the glass is broke
And every day dissolves and there's no hope
Of ever leaving this temporary life
Of ever leaving this temporary life

You may ask yourself, "Is there anyone so alone?"
But there's no beep before the dial-tone
When you pick it up to see who called
If there is, it's probably your mom

But, oh, the rising sun brings little cheer
To this city with the stolen name
And you're wondering whose bright idea
It was to pack your things and leave your friends
And move down here

002

2008-09-01T03:37:00.002+01:00

i like my body when it is with your

2008-09-01T03:09:00.006+01:00

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

ee cummings

woozy with cider

2008-08-31T01:06:00.007+01:00

miséria

2008-08-31T00:51:00.003+01:00

do Lat. miseria

s. f.,
estado que inspira compaixão;
penúria;
estado vergonhoso ou indigno;

podias juntar te a mim nesta miséria, ser miserável como eu. podiamos ficar os dias em casa de pijama, a observar as vidas de outros no ecrã da televisão, a pensar como estará o tempo lá fora e se valerá a pena levantarmo-nos para verificar.

demasiado frio fora destes lençóis, demasiada luz para lá das persianas, mais te vale ficar aqui, deitado, cabelos desgrenhados, a boca a saber a manhã.

não há nada que valha a pena para além disto. não, para mim não, que não tenho mais que isto.

não queres a minha miséria? compreendo, nem eu a quero, mas não sei bem o que fazer com ela. pensei que talvez a pudessemos partilhar um pouco, para não ser eu sempre a carregar este peso. pensei que até podia ser divertido, ser miserável, se fosse uma coisa feita a dois. daqui a uns tempos se calhar até nos iamos rir.

daqui a uns tempos? sim, daqui a uns tempos. gosto de nos imaginar ainda juntos daqui a uns tempos, às vezes penso nisso, sim, como será daqui a dois, três anos.
desculpa, desculpa, não quero por pressão em cima de ti, não vamos pensar nisso agora.

vá, deixa me só com a minha miséria.

skinny love

2008-08-28T02:34:00.004+01:00

come on skinny love just last the year
pour a little salt we were never here
staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

I tell my love to wreck it all
cut out all the ropes and let me fall

are you sad?

2008-08-27T15:47:00.005+01:00

novo ep da banda canadiana stars, disponível dia 16 de setembro 2008.
http://www.myspace.com/stars
www.sadrobots.ca

001.

2008-07-15T22:14:00.001+01:00

i wished that I believed in fate.

i wish I didn't sleep so late.