Esterótipos?!

Mais um dia. Prestes a terminar. Emoldurado numa quadrícula demasiado estanque. Não que passe despercebido. Há mais dias. Há tantos mais dias a prosseguir num quotidiano preenchido; a preencher. Aí vêm...

dance in the city, 1883, pierre-auguste renoir

"Para o homem a sua namorada é literalmente a mulher mais bonita do mundo, superior a qualquer outra beleza."

'Sexo e Amor', Francesco Alberoni

Referendo?

Sim, claro.

Simplicidade: 01

Pára. Ignora a velocidade alucinante da vida; das vidas. Acorda por instante o ser adormecido. Vive uma eternidade num momento. Os sentidos, todos, desintegram-se numa explosão unificadora. Descansa, despertarás novamente para o quotidiano envolvente, para a plenitude da existência.
Um ano passa. Um ano se ganha.

©

"Over the sea and far away
She's waiting like an iceberg
Waiting to change
But she's cold inside
She wants to be like the water

All the muscles tighten in her face
Buries her soul in one embrace
They're one and the same
Just like water

Then the fire fades away
But most of everyday
Is full of tired excuses
But it's to hard to say
I wish it were simple
But we give up easily
You're close enough to see that
You're the other side of the world to me

On comes the panic light
Holding on with fingers and feelings alike
But the time has come
To move along

Then the fire fades away
But most of everyday
Is full of tired excuses
But it's to hard to say
I wish it were simple
But we give up easily
You're close enough to see that
You're the other side of the world

Can you help me?
Can you let me go?
And can you still love me
When you can't see me anymore?

The fire fades away
Most of everyday
Is full of tired excuses
But it's too hard to say
I wish it were simple
But we give up easily
You're close enough to see that
You're the other side of the world
The other side of the world
You're the other side of the world
To me"

'Other Side of the World', KT Tunstall