Constatações fortuitas

Observo que a Lua está cheia. Todavia, desconheço por onde pára.

sketch of the model, edvard munch

"My therapist said not to see you no more

She said you're like a disease without any cure

She said I'm so obsessed that I'm becoming a bore, oh no

Ah, you think you're so pretty"

'Laid', James

Sms 2

Shhh!, não acordes. Sabes que... Pois sabes.

"Little sister don't you worry about a thing today

Take the heat from the sun

Little sister

I know that everything is not ok

But you're like honey on my tongue

True love never can be rent

But only true love can keep beauty innocent"

'A Man and a Woman', U2

Já dormia...

O cansaço é de tal ordem que se me obrigo a mais uma ida a qualquer seminário, conferência ou workshop, suicido alguém, pois que sou demasiado cobardolas para o aplicar em mim mesmo. Pior é que não se limita ao físico, que se arrasta por uma indiferença apática. E tanto ainda por fazer num futuro demasiado - excessivamente - próximo.

Bom e já que estou num flow de revivalismo da ida adolescência, insisto um pouco mais nos Faith no More:

"Turn me up

Now I gotta murder da' murder ta' get away
The eyes gotta peer now the fool's gotta pay

And if they pay then they pay with they life

So watch another man try to hold on to his life

Cause' I keep lookin' and huntin' just like a lion

Let the sucka' know that it's them that be dyin'

I show no remorse to the source of the tales

And if they tell then the hungry better battle

Aw I keep it comin' and comin' across the table

And if I miss, I never miss, cuz Im able

I'm lookin' forward and I'm lookin' over my shoulder

And I'll make a simple sin to make the bonus

But I'll never bless the rest, so never cease

I'll do a motherfucker with this restin' piece

Cause' what they saw they never seen or even heard of

And if they live, it's just another body murdered...

...another body murdered...

I'm makin' deals for deals that make a kill

And anyone looking gonna' get that ass killed

I'm livin' like a criminal and criminal I be

And I'm respected in the hood like a 'G'

But if they think I'm blasted then they gone

I'm takin' off they're head with a motherfuckin' chrome

I gotta pay the play the pay ta' get crooked

And I ain't 'Boo' til' I dump another fool

I see the fool runnin' and runnin' but where they goin'?

Had to witness my murder now they knowin'

What they blast so blast so at the pad

I'll have the thing fixed... My life was goin' in a flash...

If I went to say

that'd be my ass

Searching for these fools while stepping cross the squares

Cause they can't hide and hide and that's real

And what you just witnessed with your eyes got ta' kill...

....another body murdered...

Bang your head to this... Turn me up! ...another body murdered

... Faith No More...

I had to get it together to watch a body get murdered, ehh...

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E...

I have to get it together to watch a body get murdered

Bang your head... come on... Bang your head...

...Bang your head... ...Bang you head to this...

I see a fool an' I try an' test the fool

I testify that the fool will have to lose

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. gotta keep it low

Cause the brother that was shot with my motherfuckin Uz. ooooh...

As I bail with my head up

Round they crowd someone kicks my luck and then I get up

All these busters on my trail

Well they get where I'm at, but the fail cause' they can't bail

I keep bailin' I been stickin' my shit ever since they've had me jailed in

But it ain't all about servin' time...

It's about breakin' down the verd(ict) and servin' mine...

Another pass or passive

You wanta' play it by the Ridd did the king start blastin'

All these fools goin' up they sigh

They try to test mine

They never get to know why

Oooh how long can you live when a gangster like the Ridd keep smokin' that ass....

Bang your head to this...

Turn me up... I had to get it together to watch a body get murdered. ehh

Faith No More... I had to get it together to watch a body get murdered

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E... Murder well I won..."

'Another Body Murdered', Faith no More feat. Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

video...


(O raio da letra é comprida que se farta... nem precisava de ter escrito nada...)

Quotidianos...

Tão desorganizado. Há vezes em que cogito se não viverei numa vida a part-time.

"Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline 

For my pet genius

My head is like lettuce

Go on dig your thumbs in

I cannot stop giving in

I'm thirty-something

Sense of security

Like pockets jingling

Midlife crisis

Suck ingenuity

Down through the family tree

You're perfect, yes, it's true

But without me you're only you (you're only you)

Your menstruating heart

It ain't bleedin' enough for two

What an inheritance

The salt and the kleenex

Morbid self attention

Bending my pinky back
A little discipline

A donor by habit

A little discipline

Rent an opinion

Sense of security

Holding blunt instrument

Midlife Crisis

I'm a perfectionist

And perfect is a skinned knee

You're perfect, yes, it's true

But without me you're only you (you're only you)

Your menstruating heart

It ain't bleedin' enough for two 

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

It's a midlife crisis...

It's a midlife crisis..."

'Midlife Crisis', Faith no More

video...

Altercações de ar

Amanhã sigo para o Porto. Dois dias, apenas. Não levo saudades de Lisboa.

"If hospital cure

Then prisons must bring their pain

Do not be ashamed to slaughter

The centre of humanity is cruelty

There is never redemption

Any fool can regret yesterday"

'Archives of Pain', Manic Street Preachers

Cada um é como é. Somos diferentes. Porém, com tanto em comum.

"You have a winning way, so keep it

Your future, your future, your future...

You are an angel heading for a land of sunshine

And fortune is smiling upon you

Prepare for a series of a comfortable miracles

From fasting to feasting

And life to you is a dashing, bold adventure

So sing, and rejoice, sing, and rejoice

And look for the dream that keeps coming back

Your future, your future, your future...

Pat yourself on the back and give yourself a handshake

'cause everything is not yet lost...

Does life seem worthwhile to you?

Does life seem worthwhile to you?

Here's how to order!

Yes, hmm hmm, now for the next question

Does emotional music have quite an effect on you?

Do you feel like sometimes age is against you?

Sing and rejoice and sing and rejoice

Yes, hmm hmm, that's interesting

But tell me, do you often sing or whistle just for fun?

Do you feel like sometimes age is against you?

I, I can help - I can help you - I can help you help yourself!

Does life seem worthwhile to you?

Does life seem worthwhile to you?

Here's how to order!

Varicose

Comatose

Senile"

'Land of Sunshine', Faith no More

Entre o trabalho e a praia...

É pá, mas será que o bom tempo não se decide a ficar? Há muitas idas a Carcavelos por realizar e já estou farto de as fazer com o céu a tez cinzenta e com o frio a cortar por entre agasalhos.

"À la plage nous observons souvent les attitudes ou, quand nous n'y parcipons pas, les jeux des autres, déchiffrant ainsi les signes du plaisir qu'ils communiquent."

'Sur la Plage', Jean-Didier Urbain

Assertividade

- Cinquenta e um?
- Certamente!

Pseudo Antónimos

O querer tudo e o nada querer são sinónimos.

"Can you feel it ,see it, hear it today? 

If you can't, then it doesn't matter anyway 

You will never understand it 'cause it happens too fast 

And it feels so good, it's like walking on glass 

It's so cool, it's so hip, it's alright 

It's so groovy, it's outta sight 

You can touch it, smell it, taste it so sweet 

But it makes no difference 'cause it knocks you off your feet 

You want it all but you can't have it 

It's cryin', bleedin', lying on the floor 

So you lay down on it and you do it some more 

You've got to share it, so you dare it 

Then you bare it and you tear it 

You want it all but you can't have it 

It's in your face but you can't grab it 

It's alive, afraid, a lie, a sin 

It's magit, it's tragic, it's a loss, it's a win 

It's dark, it's moist, it's a bitter pain 

It's sad it happened and it's a shame 

You want it all but you can't have it 

It's in your face but you can't grab it 

What is it? 

It's it 

What is it?..."

'Epic', Faith no More

Tombado ao esquecimento

Consegui aprender a erguer um belo número de defesas. Esqueci-me, todavia, de defender-me de mim.

"um modelo é essencialmente um procedimento heurístico que serve para demolir uma interpretação inadequada e abrir o caminho a uma interpretação nova e mais adequada."

'Teoria da Interpretação', Paul Ricoeur

Ponto de vista

Nem sempre se deve ser apologista do pessimismo; nem antagonista do remanescente.

"É a ti que vejo porque não consigo deixar de te pensar."

'Fazes-me Falta', Inês Pedrosa

Post Scriptum: Hoje a Lua está cheia. Vou dormir.