Another Woman

pero si hablan, aunque sólo sea un murmullo, escucha sus palabras y piensa en ellas, piensa en su significado, piensa en lo que dicen y en lo que no dicen, intenta comprender qué es lo que en realidad quieren decir

2012-02-21T12:03:00.001Z

"-Como dicen los gángsters, no es nada personal, Max. Por supuesto, en esa aseveración hay algo de verdad y algo de mentira. Siempre es algo personal. Hemos llegado indemnes a través de un túnel del tiempo porque es algo personal. Te he elegido a ti porque es algo personal. Por descontado, nunca antes te había visto. Personalmente nunca hiciste nada contra mí. Esto te lo digo para tu tranquilidad espiritual. Nunca me violaste. Nunca violaste a nadie que yo conociera. Puede incluso que nunca hayas violado a nadie. No es algo personal. Tal vez yo esté enferma. Tal vez todo es producto de una pesadilla que no soñamos ni tú ni yo, aunque te duela, aunque el dolor sea real y personal. Sospecho, sin embargo, que el fin no será personal. El fin, la extinción, el gesto con el que todo esto se acaba irremediablemente."

Ideia do Dia: Las mujeres son putas asesinas, Max. Ou isso, ou o amor é fodido.

la gloria y la felicidad, los deseos saciados y la victoria, esas cosas que sólo existen en el reino del futuro

2012-02-21T11:59:00.000Z

"Tu gesto esconde una dosis insospechada de ternura y de timidez. Pero tus ojos no son todavía lo suficientemente tiernos ni tímidos. Te gusta mi casa. Te gustan mis cuadros. Me preguntas por las figuras que en ellos aparecen. El príncipe y la princesa, te contesto. Parecen los Reyes Católicos, dices. Sí, en alguna ocasión a mí también se me ha ocurrido pensarlo, unos Reyes Católicos en los límites del reino, unos Reyes Católicos que se espían en un perpetuo sobresalto, en un perpetuo hieratismo, pero para mí, para la que yo soy al menos durante quince horas diarias, son un príncipe y una princesa, los novios que atraviesan los años y que son heridos, asaeteados, los que pierden los caballos durante la cacería e incluso los que nunca han tenido caballos y huyen a pie, sostenidos por sus ojos, por una voluntad imbécil que algunos llaman bondad y otros natural buen talante, como si la naturaleza pudiera ser adjetivada, buena o mala, salvaje o doméstica, la naturaleza es la naturaleza, Max, desengáñate, y estará siempre ahí, como un misterio irremediable, y no me refiero a los bosques que se queman sino a las neuronas que se queman y al lado izquierdo o al lado derecho del cerebro que se quema en un incendio de siglos y siglos."

"Nos acercamos, tú y yo, desde los extremos del túnel, y aunque lo único que vemos son nuestras siluetas seguimos caminando resueltamente hacia nuestro encuentro. En la mitad del túnel por fin podrán nuestros brazos entrelazarse, y aunque allí la oscuridad es tan grande que no podremos contemplar nuestros rostros, sé que avanzaremos sin temor y que nos tocaremos la cara (tú lo primero que me tocarás será el culo, pero eso también es parte de tu deseo de conocer mi rostro), palparemos nuestros ojos y pronunciaremos acaso una o dos palabras de reconocimiento. Entonces me daré cuenta (entonces podría darme cuenta) de que no sabes nada de pintura, pero sí de soledad, que es casi lo mismo. Algún día nos encontraremos en el medio de ese túnel, Max"

Mantén los ojos abiertos o ciérralos, es igual, piensa en algo bonito o no pienses en nada

2012-02-21T11:54:00.000Z

"Imagina por un instante que yo soy una princesa que espera. Una princesa impaciente. Una noche te veo, te veo porque de alguna manera te he buscado (no a ti sino al príncipe que también tú eres, y lo que representa el príncipe)." (...)

"Te busco con paciencia, aunque siento al mismo tiempo la inquietud de la princesa que contempla el marco vacío donde debiera refulgir la sonrisa del príncipe. Tus amigos son un problema elevado al cubo: son una tentación. Los veo, soy vista por ellos, soy deseada, sé que me bajarían los pantalones sin pensárselo dos veces, algunos merecen sin duda mi compañía al menos tanto como tú, pero en el último instante siempre te soy fiel. Por fin, apareces rodeado de bailarines de conga, entonando himnos cuyas letras son premonitorias de nuestro encuentro, con el rostro grave, imbuido de una importancia que sólo tú sabes sopesar, ver en su exacta dimensión; eres alto, bastante más alto que yo, y tienes los brazos largos exactamente tal como me los imaginé después de verte en la tele, y cuando te sonrío, cuando te digo hola, Max, no sabes qué decir, al principio no sabes qué decir, sólo reírte, un poco menos estentóreamente que tus camaradas, pero sólo te ríes, príncipe de la máquina del tiempo, te ríes pero ya no caminas."

a vida de fio a pavio

2012-02-20T11:33:00.001Z

A principio é simples, anda-se sozinho
passa-se nas ruas bem devagarinho
está-se bem no silêncio e no borborinho.

Depois vem cansaços e o corpo fraqueja
olha-se para dentro e já pouco sobeja
pede-se um descanso por curto que seja
apagam-se as dúvidas num mar de cerveja
e vem-nos à memória uma frase batida [...].

Questão do dia: bebe-se a coragem até dum copo vazio ?

Pontuação: um caso de interrogações e reticências

2012-02-15T21:23:00.001Z

por causa de uma vírgula colocou-se ponto final no romance

Ideia do Dia: o essencial e o acessório.

McLove or else

2012-02-15T16:38:00.000Z

Despite our attempts to trivialize it, commercialize it, and strip-mine it of meaning, love is still dangerously, incandescently meaningful. While we may try to reduce it to a mass-made quasi-luxury we purchase on credit once a year, obediently, in the form of chocolates, flowers, and dinners, it remains vital. While we may try to turn it into an option — one more choice to be plucked off the shelf, depending on whether you prefer the red label or the blue — it remains necessary. And it must be evoked and created, nurtured and renewed, tilled and cultivated — because without it, life is little more than sleepwalking.

Perhaps our celebrations of "love" are so often tinged with a quiet desperation because what we're really pursuing is a caricature of love. And perhaps by endlessly redrawing that caricature, we ourselves are lessened, little by little; as if we feel we don't fully belong in the human world, but can't quite understand why.

None of us belong here. But we are here. And there's not enough time. Cut the bullshit.

http://blogs.hbr.org/haque/2012/02/why_love_matters_more_and_less.html

Ideia do Dia: Love is a Verb

nada a acrescentar

2012-02-14T16:48:00.000Z

Mon gentil, merveilleux, bien-aimé « jeunot du cru », vous m’avez encore fait pleurer, mais de douces larmes, douces comme tout ce qui vient de vous. Je venais de m’installer dans l’avion, j’avais ouvert votre livre, ça m’a donné envie de voir votre écriture, j’ai regardé la première page en regrettant de ne pas vous avoir demandé d’y écrire quelque chose, et voilà qu’elles étaient là, vos tendres, aimantes et belles lignes. J’ai appuyé mon front contre le hublot et j’ai pleuré au dessus de la mer bleue, mais de douces larmes, les larmes de l’amour, de notre amour. Je vous aime. Le chauffeur de taxi m’a demandé « c’est votre mari ?-Non.- Ah, un ami ? », et il a ajouté d’une voix pleine de sympathie : « Comme il avait l’air triste ! » Je n’ai pas pu m’empêcher de dire : « Nous sommes très tristes de nous quitter, Paris est si loin ! » Alors il s’est mis à parler aimablement de Paris. C’est mieux que vous ne soyez pas venu avec moi, à Madison Avenue et à La Guardia il y avait de vagues connaissances, avec les pires voix françaises et les pires visages français, et dieu sait qu’ils peuvent être moches. J’étais étourdie, pas même capable de pleurer à ce moment –là, juste étourdie. Puis l’avion a décollé. J’aime les avions, lorsqu’on a atteint un certain degré d’émotion c’est le seul mode de transport qui s’harmonise avec l’état du cœur, je trouve. L’avion, l’amour, le ciel, la tristesse et l’espoir formaient un tout. Je pensais à vous, me rappelais avec soin chaque détail, je lisais votre livre, que je préfère d’ailleurs à l’autre ; on nous a offert du whisky et un bon déjeuner : poulet à la crème, glace au chocolat. Vous auriez jubilé du paysage, des nuages, de la mer, de la côte, des forêts, des villages, on distinguait très bien la Terre et vous auriez souri de votre sourire chaleureux et enfantin. Au-dessus de Terre-Neuve le soir tombait déjà, alors qu’à New York il n’était que 15 h. L’île est fort belle, toute en pins sombres et en lacs mélancoliques avec çà et là une touche de neige, vous l’aimeriez aussi. Nous avons atterri et devons attendre ici deux heures. Où êtes-vous en ce moment précis ? Peut-être dans un autre avions. Quand vous regagnerez notre petit foyer, je serai là, cachée sous le lit et partout. Désormais je serai toujours avec vous, dans les rues tristes de Chicago, sous le métro aérien, dans la chambre solitaire, je serai avec vous comme une épouse aimante avec son mari bien-aimé. Nous n’aurons pas de réveil car ce n’était pas un rêve ; c’est une merveilleuse histoire réelle qui ne fait que commencer. Je vous sens avec moi, là où j’irai vous irez, non votre seul regard, vous tout entier. Je vous aime, il n’y a rien d’autre à ajouter. Vous me prenez dans vos bras, je me serre contre vous, je vous embrasse comme je vous embrassais.

Votre Simone

I am done with my graceless heart , so tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart

2012-02-13T16:18:00.001Z

I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope
It's a shot in the dark and right at my throat
Looking for heaven, for the devil in me
Well, what the hell ...

Note to self: A chain is only as strong as its weakest link

It brings you luck whether you believe it or not

2012-02-12T11:03:00.001Z

temos sorte aos maus amores
temos mãos do mesmo naipe
de perdedores

Ideia do Dia: querida, sê bem-vinda à masmorra.

I carry the sun in a golden cup, The moon in a silver bag.

2012-02-10T17:00:00.000Z

For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy. Kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?

W.B.Yeats

A frase do dia: A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love

There's one thing that you might have missed

2012-02-10T09:53:00.000Z

So come with me in bed
Because it's you and me, we're history
There ain't nothing left to say
When I will get you alone
Maybe we could find a room
Where we could see what we should do
Maybe you know it's true
Living with me is like keeping a fool

Adjectivo do dia: memorável.

the grooviest thing

2012-02-08T19:54:00.000Z

All these years and no one heard.

Sugestão: Let's go and throw all the songs we know.

off balance

2012-02-08T15:06:00.001Z

A tua presença
Entra pelos sete buracos da minha cabeça
A tua presença
Pelos olhos, boca, narinas e orelhas
A tua presença
Paralisa meu momento em que tudo começa
A tua presença
Desintegra e atualiza a minha presença

Ideia do Dia: Another belief of mine: that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise.

― Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye

a tear and a smile

2012-02-05T13:47:00.000Z

I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the
Depths of my spirit,for I have seen those who are
Satisfied the most wretched of people.
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and Longing, and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.

Khalil Gibran

Questão do Dia: what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?

Apesar de você

2012-02-03T16:33:00.000Z

Amanhã há-de ser outro dia.

Ideia do Dia: Esse meu sofrimento Vou cobrar com juros. Juro.

why did you ?

2012-02-03T16:30:00.000Z

sadness is a blessing

The shortest distance between two points is often unbearable.

2012-02-02T19:11:00.000Z

“Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.”

― Charles Bukowski

Ideia do Dia: Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels

all kisses are metaphors

2012-02-01T15:46:00.000Z

I love to see you naked over there
especially from the back.
I did not know until you walked away
you had the perfect ass.

"You can't measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange."

2012-02-01T15:34:00.000Z

"Do I contradict myself ? Very well, then, I contradict myself; I am large -- I contain multitudes."
— Walt Whitman

Questão do Dia: I don' know what hurts me more, is it the words of my enemies or the silence of my friends ?

It was late, late in the evening, The lovers they were gone; The clocks had ceased their chiming, And the deep river ran on.

2012-01-30T10:58:00.000Z

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total darkness sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

W.H auden 1957

Ideia do Dia:Time watches from the shadow And coughs when you would kiss.

the morning after

2012-01-29T20:02:00.000Z

“That’s the thing with the young these days, isn’t it? They watch too many happy endings. Everything has to be wrapped up, with a smile and a tear and a wave. Everyone has learned, found love, seen the error of their ways, discovered the joys of monogamy, or fatherhood, or filial duty, or life itself. In my day, people got shot at the end of films, after learning only that life is hollow, dismal, brutish, and short.”

― Nick Hornby

Translation: “Everyone knows how to talk, and no one knows what to say.”

mercy, or merci

2012-01-29T13:38:00.002Z

I had to go crazy to love you

Had to let everything fall
Had to be people I hated
Had to be no one at all

Tired of choosing desire
I've been saved by a blessed fatigue
The gates of commitment unwired
And nobody trying to leave
Ideia do dia: to kiss and stop writing everything down

I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.

2012-01-28T17:51:00.000Z

Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.

SAMUEL BECKETT, The Unnamable

Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, "It might have been"

2012-01-27T19:05:00.000Z

Cheguei em casa
Toda descabelada
Completamente arrependida
Do que aconteceu
Tomei cachaça
E fumei como
Maria fumaça
Completamente arrependida
Do que aconteceu
Não teve a menor graça
Tudo isso eu sei que passa
Mas não passou...

Ideia do Dia: “Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.”

por falar em saudade

2012-01-25T12:13:00.000Z

A vida é uma grande ilusão
A hora do sim
É um descuido do não

Mensagem do dia: amores impossíveis.

Going home

2012-01-24T17:05:00.000Z

I love to speak with Leonard
He’s a sportsman and a shepherd
He’s a lazy bastard
Living in a suit
But he does say what I tell him
Even though it isn’t welcome
He will never have the freedom
To refuse
He will speak these words of wisdom
Like a sage, a man of vision
Though he knows he’s really nothing
But the brief elaboration of a tube

Going home
Without my sorrow
Going home
Sometime tomorrow
To where it’s better
Than before
Going home
Without my burden
Going home
Behind the curtain
Going home
Without the costume
That I wore

He wants to write a love song
An anthem of forgiving
A manual for living with defeat
A cry above the suffering
A sacrifice recovering
But that isn’t what I want him to complete
I want to make him certain
That he doesn’t have a burden
That he doesn’t need a vision
That he only has permission
To do my instant bidding
That is to SAY what I have told him
To repeat

Leonard Cohen (2012)

Ideia do Dia: I'm living in a suite, alright , but I don't want to surrender

So I smile and try to mean it to make myself let go

2012-01-21T20:13:00.000Z

Say goodbye to the world
You thought you lived in
Take a bow
Play the part
Of a lonely lonely heart
I try to live alone
But lonely is so lonely alone
So human as I am

Pensamento de final do dia: to give up my defences

shining your light my way

2012-01-20T22:18:00.000Z

If I talk real slowly

If I hold your hand
If you look real closely my love, you might understand.
Here I go, I'll tell you, what you already know.

Ideia do Dia: Still too young to fail, too scared to sail away, but one of these days I'll grow old and I'll grow brave and I'll go

imaginary memories

2012-01-17T10:46:00.000Z

There is only a limited evolutionary advantage in being able to reminisce about what happened to you, but there is a huge payoff in being able to use that information to work out what is going to happen next. Similar neural systems seem to underpin past-related and future-related thinking. Memory is endlessly creative, and at one level it functions just as imagination does. That's how I think we should value memory: as a means for endlessly rewriting the self. It's important not to push the analogy with storytelling too far, but it's a valuable one. (...)To emphasise its narrative nature is not to undermine memory's value. It is simply to be realistic about this everyday psychological miracle.

Ideia do Dia: It might be a fiction, but it's my fiction, and I treasure it.

tantas sensações contraditórias

2012-01-16T15:49:00.000Z

Talvez houvesse a passagem
de uma estrela no teu rosto.
Era quase uma viagem:
foi apenas um desgosto.

Ideia do Dia: Não foi nada, não foi nada: podia ter sido (...).

Do Tempo ao Coração

2012-01-16T15:44:00.003Z

O resto foi o que eu não quis: perseguição, procura, enlace, desse retrato feito a giz, pra que não mais eu me encontrasse.

she's a real fake

2012-01-15T22:00:00.000Z

She's a diva lady.

She's a hopeless case.

She needs extra makeup

For her extra face

She lives in a vacuum.

She has no real home.

Where did diva come from?

Where shall diva go?

Ideia do Dia: need to be somebody's somebody

See the way she walks, hear the way she talks

2012-01-14T22:27:00.001Z

Here she comes, you better watch your step
She's going to break your heart in two, it's true
It's not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She builds you up to just put you down

Everybody knows: before you start, you're already beat

Some you lose some you win

2012-01-14T21:57:00.000Z

I won't die when you wave goodbye

I'm out of tears

I can't hear I won't speak
Let it out let it in
All this pain from within

Ideia do Dia: I tried so hard to rearrange your mind. But after a while I realized you were disarranging mine.

pursuit of happiness

2012-01-13T11:58:00.000Z

“The best way out is always through.”
― Robert Frost

Ideia do Dia: Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense

hey você aí ...

2012-01-10T12:00:00.000Z

Já enchi a cara de cerveja mas você não pintou
Mergulhei no sena, dei bandeira
Mas você nem notou
Já subi a Penha de joelhos
Mas você não mudou
Já enchi um saco de conselhos
Mas você não sacou
Sobre a terra devastada, um sol sem calor
Luz no deserto que a boca de um santo calou
Anjos que roubam galáxias ao seu criador
Ana que toca guitarra no Circo Voador

Olhos de vaca no cio, Você não sacou?
Sobras de Sintra na tinta do retrovisor
Sexo que acorda Lisboas e tudo que eu sou
Highways deslocam e pulsam beleza e pavor
Era uma zona de mistério
entre o sublime e o terror
Era o fantasma de Picasso no buraco do metrô
Melting pot estou tão só sticky fingers
Whisky a go-go
Era casamento de Pessoa com a loucura de Rimbaud

Ideia do Dia: do que sobra faz verso

I just wanna hold you now

2012-01-09T12:20:00.001Z

Look at me now
because I got to the point where I can't look back
And I got to the spot where I can't get enough
And I got to the place where it all makes sense
Look at me now
because I got what you want without looking back
And I found what you need I know what you thought
See I got to this stage now it all makes sense

Ideia do Dia: Stick with me now because i'm opening things I couldn't before and I feel like a ship sailling to shore

I'm a million different people from one day to the next

2012-01-08T20:55:00.000Z

I got bruises on my knees for you
And grass stains on my knees for you
Got holes in my new jeans for you
Got pink and black and blue

Ideia do Dia: It's a bittersweet symphony, this life

Living is Easy with Eyes Closed

2012-01-05T16:23:00.002Z

"I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls."

— Anaïs Nin

Ideia do Dia: All endings are also beginnings: «the end».

Tell me what you've seen. Was it a dream? Was I in it?

2012-01-04T15:17:00.000Z

I've got to tell you my tale
Of how I loved and how I failed
I hope you understand

(verve)

Ideia do Dia: I come in on my own and leave on my own

“I have to remind myself to breathe, almost to remind my heart to beat!”

2012-01-03T20:00:00.001Z

“May she wake in torment!" he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. "Why, she's a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there—not in heaven—not perished—where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens— Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust

2012-01-03T19:52:00.002Z

"Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard
Some do it with a bitter look
Some with a flattering word
The coward does it with a kiss
The brave man with a sword"
— Oscar Wilde

Pensamento nocturno: “I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you.”

"I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles."

2012-01-03T12:08:00.002Z

"What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one."
— Virginia Woolf

Ideia do Dia: kiss me, and you will see how important I am

plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose

2012-01-02T16:04:00.000Z

"Ainda que sendo tarde e em vão, perguntarei por que motivo tudo quanto eu quis de mais vivo tinha por cima escrito: 'Não! "

Note to self: Aprender com as primaveras a me deixar cortar para poder voltar sempre inteira.

cada segundo que contém nele mil bateres de asas

2012-01-02T15:53:00.000Z

If you're going abroad I can't help you
If you're crossing the street I might be there
If you give it a minute, it's wrong
If you give it a minute, it's gone

Ideia do Dia: Tell me when you hear me falling, there's a possibility it wouldn't show

perhaps he knew, as I did not, that the Earth was made round so that we would not see too far down the road

2011-12-25T19:51:00.000Z

Denys: You've ruined it for me, you know.
Karen Blixen: Ruined what?
Denys: Being alone.

Ideia do Dia: You're not going to fall in love are you? Not with someone who's always leaving.

charisma

2011-12-23T16:55:00.000Z

“Take the risk of thinking for yourself, much more happiness, truth, beauty, and wisdom will come to you that way.”

Ideia do Dia: an appreciation for the irony and the sense of the absurd ...

reality is not always probable, or likely

2011-12-20T14:59:00.000Z

“I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart, I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.”
― Jorge Luis Borges

the case of understanding

2011-12-20T14:49:00.000Z

“The secret story is the one we'll never know, although we're living it from day to day, thinking we're alive, thinking we've got it all under control and the stuff we overlook doesn't matter.”
― Roberto Bolaño

Pensamento do Dia :“Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.”

could be better, should be better

2011-12-18T17:57:00.000Z

if we lose the time before us, the future will ignore us.

Ideia do Dia: we should use it, we could use it ...

the question of funniness

2011-12-16T19:40:00.000Z

Why are men, taken on average and as a whole, funnier than women ? Well, for one thing, they had damn well better be. The chief task in life that a man has to perform is that of impressing the opposite sex, and Mother Nature (as we laughingly call her) is not so kind to men. In fact, she equips many fellows with very little armament for struggle. An average man has just one outside chance: He hat better be able to make the lady laugh. Making them laugh has been one of the crucial preoccupations of my life. If you can stimulate her to laughter - I am talking about that real, out-loud, head-back, mouth-open-to-expose-the full- horseshoe-of-lovely-teeth, involuntary, full, and deep throated mirth; the kind that is accompanied by a shocked surprise, and a slight, (no make that a loud) peal of delight - well then, you have caused her to loosen up and to change her expression. I shall not elaborate further.

Christopher Hitchens in Arguably (RIP)

Ideia do dia: we want you as an audience, not as rivals

Si vas a volverte loca, vuelve te sola

2011-12-14T20:09:00.000Z

"He was still too young to know that the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past. But when he stood at the railing of the ship... only then did he understand to what extent he had been an easy vicitim to the charitible deceptions of nostalgia. "
— Gabriel García Márquez

Food for thought: "My most important problem was destroying the lines of demarcation that separate what seems real from what seems fantastic."

my heart has more rooms in it than a whore house

2011-12-14T20:02:00.001Z

"I discovered that my obsession for having each thing in the right place, each subject at the right time, each word in the right style, was not the well-deserved reward of an ordered mind but just the opposite: a complete system of pretense invented by me to hide the disorder of my nature. I discovered that I am not disciplined out of virtue but as a reaction to my negligence, that I appear generous in order to conceal my meanness, that I pass myself off as prudent because I am evil-minded, that I am conciliatory in order not to succumb to my repressed rage, that I am punctual only to hide how little I care about other people’s time. I learned, in short, that love is not a condition of the spirit but a sign of the zodiac."
— Gabriel García Márquez (Memories of My Melancholy Whores)

Ideia do dia: inside an abyss of disenchantment, and yet, with endless imagination

Se te sentes desfalecer pega na tua própria mão para ganhares coragem

2011-12-10T17:01:00.000Z

Tanto ruído no interior deste silêncio: são as vozes dos outros a falarem em mim, pessoas de quem gostei, pessoas que perdi, gente que tenho ainda.

Ideia do Dia: Se cair do trapézio a responsabilidade é minha e o aleijar das costas também.

cheer me

2011-12-07T15:18:00.000Z

you gotta wine me and dine me, don't try to fool me, bejewel me, either amuse me or lose me, I'm getting hungry, peel me a grape, pop me a cork, french me a fry, crack me a nut, bring a bowl full of bon-bons, chill me some wine, keep standing by, just entertain me. Champagne me !!!

Ideia do Dia: cut me a rose make my tea with the petals

“What would Prince Charming have for occupation if he had not to awaken the Sleeping beauty?”

2011-12-06T16:08:00.000Z

“I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself ”

― Simone de Beauvoir

Ideia do Dia: “To be oneself, simply oneself, is so amazing and and utterly unique an experience that it's hard to convince oneself so singular a thing happens to everybody”

the choice of others

2011-12-04T16:35:00.000Z

"Rejection says nothing about you as a person. This is where the phrase "I got rejected" is particularly troubling. "

Pensamento do dia: cognitive distortions

Any regrets ?

2011-12-02T14:17:00.000Z

Wayne Gale: Mallory Knox has said that she wants to kill you.
Dr. Emil Reingold: I never really believe what women tell me.

Ideia do Dia: I want everyday to feel like kindergarten - won't take less - don't need more.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true

2011-11-30T22:03:00.000Z

"It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human."

Ideia do Dia: I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away

We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand

2011-11-30T21:54:00.000Z

"One final paragraph of advice: do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am - a reluctant enthusiast....a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it’s still here. So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, the lovely, mysterious, and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much; I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those desk-bound men and women with their hearts in a safe deposit box, and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this; You will outlive the bastards."
— Edward Abbey

Questão do Dia: How do I know what I think until I see what I say?

until death do them part

2011-11-29T12:15:00.000Z

"Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow."

— Khalil Gibran (The Prophet)

Ideia do Dia: be the guardian of each other's solitude

killer graces and my secret places

2011-11-28T11:59:00.000Z

Everyone dreams of a love lasting and true
But you and I know what this world can do
So let's make our steps clear that the other may see

Ideia do Dia: It takes a leap of faith

You can only lose something that you have, but you cannot lose something that you are

2011-11-25T21:28:00.000Z

Once you label yourself (no matter what the label is, i.e. conservationist, vegan, meditator), you create a predetermined impression of who you are. In many cases, labels limit the natural curiosity that another might have to get to know you. Others might feel they understand all that the label implies, or they might be turned off by that particular label, or they might not understand what it means at all and don’t want to appear ignorant by asking more about it. No matter how you look at it, labels leave little to the imagination. Their goal is to sum things up quickly and neatly. By not allowing yourself to be defined or labeled, you leave open all potential, all possibility, all opportunity — to be whatever you feel called to be in that moment. In other words, you are not your label. You are much deeper, vaster, and more magnificent than any label could ever convey. And if others try to label you, refuse to be concerned. They may have the need to compartmentalize things in life, but it need not affect you. It only affects how that person chooses to view you.

Ideia do Dia: gaining the freedom to be me, without constraint, without limits, without definition

"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb..." he murmured. I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word. What a stupid lamb," I sighed. What a sick, masochistic lion."

2011-11-25T12:05:00.000Z

"He was not my boyfriend. On the other hand, he wasn't just a friend either. Instead, our relationship was elastic, stretching between those two extremes depending on who else was around, how much either of us had to drink, and other varying factors. This was exactly what I wanted, as commitments had never really been my thing. And it wasn't like it was hard, either. The only trick was never giving more than you were willing to lose."

Ideia do Dia: "...I've committed to nothing...and that's just suicide...by tiny, tiny increments." — Nick Hornby (High Fidelity)

belonging

2011-11-24T15:45:00.000Z

“ Tell me what a person finds sexually attractive and I will tell you their entire philosophy of life. Show me the person they sleep with and I will tell you their valuation of themselves. No matter what corruption they're taught about the virtue of selflessness, sex is the most profoundly selfish of all acts, an act which they cannot perform for any motive but their own enjoyment - just try to think of performing it in a spirit of selfless charity! - an act which is not possible in self-abasement, only in self-exultation, only on the confidence of being desired and being worthy of desire.”

― Ayn Rand

Constatação: we will always be attracted to the person who reflects our deepest vision of ourselves

You don't know the first thing about love, because you don't understand compromise

2011-11-22T22:40:00.000Z

Alice: Can I still see you?
[Dan stands silent]
Alice: Dan can I still see you? Answer me.
Dan: I can't see you. If I see you I'll never leave you.
Alice: What will you do if I find someone else?
Dan: Be jealous.

A Palavra do dia: Fling. Lying is the currency of the world, on some small level, I think you will owe me for deceiving me so exquisitely

to conquer myself is mighty !

2011-11-22T11:50:00.000Z

Once upon a time, a king gave a feast. And there came the most beautiful princesses of the realm. Now, a soldier, who was standing guard, saw the king's daughter go by. She was the most beautiful one, and he immediately fell in love with her. But what could a poor soldier do when it came to the daughter of the king? Well, finally, one day, he managed to meet her, and he told her that he could no longer live without her. The princess was so impressed by his strong feelings that she said to the soldier: "If you can wait 100 days and 100 nights under my balcony, then at the end of it, I shall be yours." Damn! The soldier immediately went there and waited one day. And two days. And ten. And then twenty. And every evening, the princess looked out of her window, but he never moved. During rain, during wind, during snow, he was always there. The bird shat on his head, and the bees stung him, but he didn't budge. After ninety nights, he had become all dried up, all white, and the tears streamed from his eyes. He couldn't hold them back. He no longer had the strength to sleep. All that time, the princess watched him. And on the 99^th night, the soldier stood up, took his chair, and went away.

Ideias do Dia: Resiliência

win/win

2011-11-21T14:12:00.002Z

Ora, é impossível fazer amor sem um certo abandono, sem a aceitação, pelo menos temporária, de um certo estado de fraqueza e de dependência.

Michel Houellebecq, in 'Plataforma'

Ideia do dia: “Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.”

o rosto da mulher madura entrou na moldura de meus olhos

2011-11-19T22:31:00.000Z

Há uma serenidade nos seus gestos, longe dos desperdícios da adolescência, quando se esbanjam pernas, braços e bocas ruidosamente. A adolescente não sabe ainda os limites de seu corpo e vai florescendo estabanada. É como um nadador principiante, faz muito barulho, joga muita água para os lados. Enfim, desborda. A mulher madura nada no tempo e flui com a serenidade de um peixe. O silêncio em torno de seus gestos tem algo do repouso da garça sobre o lago. Seu olhar sobre os objetos não é de gula ou de concupiscência. Seus olhos não violam as coisas, mas as envolvem ternamente. Sabem a distância entre seu corpo e o mundo.

Ideia possível: a boca da mulher madura tem uma indizível sabedoria. Ela chorou na madrugada e abriu-se em opaco espanto. Ela conheceu a traição e ela mesma saiu sozinha . (...) Maturidade é essa coisa dupla: um jogo de espelhos revelador.

"Não abra essa porta", disse. "O corredor está cheio de sonhos difíceis".

2011-11-19T19:46:00.004Z

Agora, quando acabou de falar, eu continuava no canto, sentado, equilibrando-me na cadeira. "Tento me lembrar todos os dias da frase com que preciso encontrar você", disse. "Agora creio que amanhã não a esquecerei. Mas sempre esqueço ao acordar quais são as palavras com que posso encontrar você"

Ideia do Dia: "Você é o único homem que, ao acordar, não se lembra nada do que sonhou".

mais vale nada

2011-11-18T13:49:00.006Z

Ao fugir da própria vida,
Sem correr e sem saltar,
Oculto o sangue que tenho para dar.

Questão do dia: que é feito das pessoas sempre sós ?

loves are like empires: when the idea they are founded on crumbles, they, too, fade away

2011-11-17T14:45:00.000Z

“She had an overwhelming desire to tell him, like the most banal of women. Don't let me go, hold me tight, make me your plaything, your slave, be strong! But they were words she could not say.
The only thing she said when he released her from his embrace was, "You don't know how happy I am to be with you." That was the most her reserved nature allowed her to express.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

when the strong were too weak to hurt the weak, the weak had to be strong enough to leave

I leave you to the Gods

2011-11-17T14:38:00.000Z

“Of all our games, love’s play is the only one which threatens to unsettle our soul, and is also the only one in which the player has to abandon himself to the body’s ecstasy. …Nailed to the beloved body like a slave to a cross, I have learned some secrets of life which are now dimmed in my memory by the operation of that same law which ordained that the convalescent, once cured, ceases to understand the mysterious truths laid bare by illness, and that the prisoner, set free, forgets his torture, or the conqueror, his triumph passed, forgets his glory.”

Marguerite Yourcenar

Pensamento: The technique of a great seducer requires a facility and an indifference in passing from one object of affection to another which I could never have

you fill the gap

2011-11-17T12:31:00.000Z

To fill a Gap
Insert the Thing that caused it—
Block it up
With Other—and 'twill yawn the more—
You cannot solder an Abyss
With Air.

Emily Dickinson

Ideia do dia: I must not put my foot amiss, for fear I spoil my shoe?

a que esperou que lhe abrissem a porta ao pé de uma parede sem porta

2011-11-09T14:06:00.001Z

(...)

is this the sound of a breaking heart or echoes of the sea?

2011-11-08T16:06:00.001Z

I really want you to really want me, but I really don't know if you can do that.
I know you want to know what's right but I know it's so hard for you to do that.
And time's running out as often it does ...

Hoje: giving up ...

Infinitivamente só

2011-11-08T13:33:00.000Z

Nós dois fomos feitos muito pra nós dois
Não valem dramáticos efeitos
Mas o que está depois

Desejo do dia: alguém que esteja sempre a fim do que em mim é tão desigual

Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.

2011-11-06T22:56:00.000Z

De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.
Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

Fim do dia: La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo. Eso es todo.

All-in

2011-11-06T22:44:00.000Z

Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow
did to you; I am old when it is fashionable to be
young; I cry when it is fashionable to laugh.
I hated you when it would have taken less courage
to love.

Ideia do dia: I am the player that needed a better hand

Se as coisas são inatingíveis... ora! não é motivo para não querê-las

2011-11-03T12:18:00.000Z

Eu que sempre fui livre, não importava o que os outros dissessem. Até onde posso ir para te resgatar ? Reclama de mim, como se houvesse a possibilidade de me inventar de novo.
Desculpa se te olho profundamente, rente à pele, a ponto de ver seus ancestrais nos seus traços. A ponto de ver a estrada muito antes dos seus passos.

Ideia do Dia: nunca deixo de lembrar que te esqueci?

a fogo lento

2011-11-02T13:35:00.000Z

Got you. You're mine now. For the rest of the day, week, month, year, life. Have you guessed who I am? Sometimes I think you have. Sometimes when you're standing in a crowd I feel those sultry, dark eyes of yours stop on me. Are you too afraid to come up to me and let me know how you feel? I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say "I love you I love you I love you" while stripping. I want you so bad it stings. I want to kill the ugly girls that you're always with. Do you really like those boring, naive, coy, calculating girls or is it just for sex? The seeds of love have taken hold, and if we won't burn together, I'll burn alone.

The Rules of Attraction

Ideia do Dia: What does that mean know me, know me, nobody ever knows anybody else, ever! You will never know me.

guarda bene com’è che finisce l’amore

2011-11-01T10:41:00.000Z

la distancia
-tan familiar y, sin embargo, tan extraña-
de repente no se mide en x kilómetros,
ni tan siquiera en y días o z llamadas de teléfono;
si me apuras, ni en ausencias ni en espacios vacíos.

El no-espacio, los abrazos invertidos.
Las palabras que no brillan.
Una taza que se rompe.
Un velocímetro.

Eso es distancia

http://myclownworld.blogspot.com/

Ironias: "me estoy muriendo por encima de mis posibilidades".

glimpse

2011-11-01T10:01:00.001Z

I look at you
There’s only one thing
I want you to do
Kiss me
Like a stranger once again

Devaneios: to believe our love’s a mystery

deixaram de existir, mas o existido continua a doer eternamente

2011-10-31T15:53:00.000Z

Ponho-me a escrever teu nome, com letras de macarrão.

Consequência: a sopa esfria

Something I never had

2011-10-31T13:16:00.002Z

Someday we'll meet
And you'll dry all my tears
Then whisper sweet
Little things in my ear
Hugging and a-kissing
Oh, what I've been missing

Pensamento em círculos

Through the wall something's breaking

2011-10-31T13:09:00.020Z

I haven't got the will to try and fight against a new tomorrow, so I guess I'll just believe it, that tomorrow never comes.

Ideia do Dia: I'm living in a forest of a dream

I know a little bit about a lot of things but I don't know enough about you

2011-10-30T09:06:00.000Z

So, tell me how long
Before the last one ?
And tell me how long
Before the right one ?

Just a false alarm ?

just the shadow of my wound

2011-10-30T08:54:00.000Z

you who wish to conquer pain
you must learn what makes me kind
the crumbs of love that you offer me
are the crumbs I've left behind

Constatação: I have begun to long for you - I who have no need

lost among my thoughts

2011-10-30T08:46:00.000Z

In my life
Oh, why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or die ?

What she asked of me at the end of the day
Caligula would have blushed

"You've been in the house too long" she said
And I (naturally) fled

Ideia do Dia: a trap

difficult to find words at once true and kind,or not untrue and not unkind

2011-10-28T11:57:00.001+01:00

Continuing to live - that is, repeat
A habit formed to get necessaries -
Is nearly always losing, or going without.
It varies.

Suspiro: a reminder of the strength and pain of being young; that it can't come again, but is for others undiminished somewhere.

the loneliness of the long distance runner

2011-10-28T11:29:00.001+01:00

You're the top!
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's sonnet,
You're Mickey Mouse.
You're the Nile,
You're the Tower of Pisa,
You're the smile on the Mona Lisa.

Ideia do Dia: So long ago I stopped playing that song, when I realized I was dancing alone

Belle and Sebastian

2011-10-25T17:02:00.000+01:00

Laura: Listen, Rob, would you have sex with me? Because I want to feel something else than this. It either that, or I go home and put my hand in the fire. Unless you want to stub cigarettes out on my arm.
Rob: No. I only have a few left, I've been saving them for later.
Laura: Right. It'll have to be sex, then.
Rob: Right. Right.

Ideia do Dia: I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real

Set fire to my tie, as we dance

2011-10-24T11:46:00.000+01:00

Bash in my brain,
And make me scream with pain,
Then kick me once again,
And say we'll never part.
I know too well
I'm underneath your spell,
So, darling, if you smell
Something burning, it's my heart.
Excuse me!

Desafio do Dia: Take your cigarette from it's holder, and burn your initials in my shoulder.

...no need...

2011-10-24T11:39:00.000+01:00

I have lost a telephone
with your smell in it

Questão do Dia: and if you won't come back, how will you phone to say, you won't come back, so that I could at least argue

o dia da noite de todas as noites que nos precederam

2011-10-22T20:59:00.000+01:00

Nobody shall sleep!...
Nobody shall sleep!
Even you, o Princess,
in your cold room,
watch the stars,
that tremble with love and with hope.
But my secret is hidden within me,
my name no one shall know...
No!...No!...
On your mouth I will tell it when the light shines.
And my kiss will dissolve the silence that makes you mine!...
(No one will know his name and we must, alas, die.)
Vanish, o night!
Set, stars! Set, stars!
At dawn, I will win! I will win! I will win!

Moral da história: nessum dorma

about a boy

2011-10-20T11:35:00.003+01:00

“What is the point of worrying oneself too much about what one could or could not have done to control the course one's life took? Surely it is enough that the likes of you and I at least try to make our small contribution count for something true and worthy. And if some of us are prepared to sacrifice much in life in order to pursue such aspirations, surely that in itself, whatever the outcome, cause for pride and contentment.”
― Kazuo Ishiguro, The Remains of the Day

and a small big step

once upon a time ...

2011-10-20T11:27:00.000+01:00

“I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it's just too much. The current's too strong. They've got to let go, drift apart. That's how it is with us. It's a shame, Kath, because we've loved each other all our lives. But in the end, we can't stay together forever.”
― Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

Ideia do Dia: I almost believed in happily ever after

Make me dance, I want to surrender

2011-10-19T17:11:00.000+01:00

Everybody's talking about you
Every word's a whisper without you
I didn't see it coming

we don't need a lifetime

A lack of understanding

2011-10-19T17:04:00.001+01:00

It's best to forget freedom
It's best to be enslaved
Better still to love first
Harder still to love first
You're my winter queen that disappeared
Your hands grew cold
You ran a mile from my ways
Last I heard you had a flour floor view
With lots of time
A notebook full of the finest
Creamy rich girl parchment pages
Slowly filled with all your passing days
Every sacred word
Paints a picture

Admissão: an empty picture

I want to write a message to you everyday at 10 o clock in the evening

2011-10-19T16:57:00.001+01:00

Let me step out of my shell
I'm wrapped in sheets of milky winter disorder
Let me feel the air again, the talk of friends
The mind of someone my equal

Hoje: I just want the world to stop