Into the wild

"So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more dangerous to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future.

The very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun"

Christopher McCandless

Um dia hei-de voar até ao Alasca, encontrar aquele histórico "magic bus" e prestar a minha homenagem a Christopher McCandless.

Mas que grande filme.

Ainda não viram? Vejam, AGORA.

Obsessão

SEVERE ADDICTION.

a moment

a love

a dream

aloud

a kiss

a cry

our rights

our wrongs

a moment

a love

a dream

aloud

a moment

a love

a dream

aloud.

Miss almost, Miss maybe, Miss halfway.

"Doesn't matter how though we are,

Trauma always leaves a scar.

It follows us home,

It changes our lives.

Trauma messes everybody up

But maybe that's the point.

All the pain, and the fear and the crap,

Maybe going through all of that is what keeps us moving forward,

It's what pushes us.

Maybe we have to get a little messed up

Before we can step up."

Why do you let me stay here?

Why Do You Let Me Stay Here? - She & Him

Across the Universe!

Hey Jude, don't make it bad

Take a sad song and make it better

Remember to let her into your heart,

Then you can start to make it better.

Hey Jude, don't be affraid

You were made to go out and get her.

The minute you let her under your skin,

Then you begin to make it better.

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain

Dont carry the world upon your shoulders.

For well you know that its a fool who plays it cool

By making his world a little colder.

Hey Jude, don't let me down.

You have found her, now go and get her.

Remember to let her into your heart,

Then you can start to make it better.

So let it out and let it in, hey jude, begin,

Youre waiting for someone to perform with.

And dont you know that its just you, hey jude, youll do,

The movement you need is on your shoulder.

Hey jude, dont make it bad.

Take a sad song and make it better

Remember to let her under your skin,

Then youll begin to make it

BETTER BETTER BETTER BETTER BETTER, OH!

NA NA NA NA NA ,NA NA NA, HEY JUDE..."

"Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while 

Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies 

Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst 

Are you gonna drop the bomb or not 

Let us die young or let us live forever 

We don't have the power, but we never say never 

Sitting in a sand-pit, life is a short trip 

The music's for the sad men. 

Can you imagine when this race is run 

Turn our golden faces into the sun 

Praising our leaders, we're getting in tune 

The music's played by the mad men 

Forever young, I want to be forever young 

Do you really want to live forever, forever, forever? 

Forever young, I want to be forever young 

Do you really want to live forever, forever, forever? 

Some are like water, some are like the heat 

Some are a melody, some are the beat 

Sooner or later they all be gone 

Why don't they stay young? 

It's so hard to get old without a cause 

I don't want to perish like a fading horse 

Youth is like diamonds in the sun 

and diamonds are forever 

So many adventures couldn't happen today 

So many songs that we forgot to play 

So many dreams swinging out of the blue 

We let them come true 

Forever young, I want to be forever young 

Do you really want to live forever, forever, forever? 

Forever young, I want to be forever young 

Do you really want to live forever, forever, forever? 

Forever young, I want to be forever young 

Do you really want to live forever, forever, forever? 

Forever young, I want to be forever young 

Do you really want to live forever, forever, forever?"

The end's not near, it's here.

Brighter than sunshine!

A lot like love...

Oh here it goes, here it goes again.

Brilhante.

"When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,

I all alone beweep my outcast state

And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries

And look upon myself and curse my fate,

Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,

Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,

Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,

With what I most enjoy contented least;

Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,

Haply I think on thee, and then my state,

Like to the lark at break of day arising

From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;

For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings

That then I scorn to change my state with kings."

                                                William Shakespeare

"Erase an rewind...

...cause i've been changing my mind"

Got my six string on my back

Don't need anything but that.

Borrão

Cada vez mais dou por mim a pensar nas pessoas que fazem a minha vida, nas cidades onde vivo, neste planeta egoísta em que existimos. Serei eu que continuo a crescer e começo a reparar nestes pequenos "pormaiores", ou cada vez mais mostramos, parecemos, fingimos mais do que vivemos? Serão a hipocrisia e o comodismo os novos elos de relacionamento entre as pessoas e não as qualidades e os defeitos que até à pouco tempo nos faziam gostar de alguém?

Num mundo cada vez mais tecnológico, em que cada pessoa só pensa em si própria, em dinheiro, em poder, em aparências, haverá ainda espaço para a genuidade? Para a amizade pura e crua, para o amor apaixonado e arrebatador, ou simples e ridiculamente cada vez mais nos transformamos em robôs incapazes de ter sentimentos que não por nós próprios? E uma pessoa inconformada, deve ser honesta, seguir o seu coração e lutar por aquilo que acredita e ser punida por isso, por sentir? 

Tenho saudades dos contos de fadas, em que "o bem vencia sobre o mal", a bruxa má desaparecia no fim e a princesa vivia feliz para sempre. Contudo, aprendi que o mundo já não é a preto e branco mas sim um grande borrão cinzento em que as pessoas se descartam ou "dão-se" por não quererem ver-se mais de perto. Porquê a superfície se o que interessa está tão mais escondido? Ainda existem pessoas puras ou todos os Antónios, Marias, Anas e Maneis viraram Narcisos? 

"Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah they were all yellow

I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow

So then I took my turn
Oh all the things I've done
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know, you know I love you so?
You know I love you so

I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh all the things you do
Cause you were all yellow

I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know for you i bleed myself dry
For you i bleed myself dry

Its true look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine
look at the stars look how they shine for you"

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Joel: Constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating.
Clementine: This is it, Joel. It's going to be gone soon.
Joel: I know.
Clementine: What do we do?
Joel: Enjoy it.



Clementine: You know me, I'm impulsive.
Joel: That's what I love about you.



Clementine: Let me show you something... come on...
Joel: I think I heard a crack.
Clementine: It's not gonna crack, or break, or... it's so thick!... Show me which constellations you know.
Joel: Um... oh... I don't... know any.
Clementine: Show me which ones you know!
Joel: Okay... okay... oh! There's Osidius.
Clementine: Where?
Joel: Right there... see? Sort of a swoop and a cross, Osidius the Emphatic.
Clementine: You're full of shit, right?
Joel: Nope. Osidius, right there, swoop and cross.
Clementine: Shut the fuck up!




Clementine: Joely? What if you stayed this time?
Joel: I walked out the door. There's no memory left.
Clementine: Come back and make up a good-bye at least. Let's pretend we had one.
[Joel comes back]
Clementine: Bye, Joely.
Joel: I love you...

Clementine: Meet me... in Montauk...

Desmotivação

O que fazer quando ela invade a nossa alma, se apodera dos nossos sentimentos e nos subtrai violentamente todo (qualquer?) alento?



(Tempo, pára para mim.)

Hoje subia umas escadas rolantes com o meu Sol até Plutão.

Anti-Repressivos

Porque não, esquecer o coração, porque não
Pecar sem ter perdão, perder toda a razão, porque não...

Porque não, um filme sem guião, porque não
Um tema sem refrão, cantar esta canção, porque não...

Porque não, voar com a multidão, porque não
Sorrir da solidão, gritar na escuridão, porque não...

Por aqui, por aí, porque sim sem ter aprovação,
Sou o normal e sou a loucura,
Não me peçam para ter razão.

Porque não, um mundo e uma nação, porque não
Sem bomba no Islão, nem fome no Sudão, porque não...

Porque não, guardar a confissão, porque não
Umbigo sem cordão e Eva ser Adão, porque não...

Por aqui, por aí, porque sim sem ter aprovação,
Sou o normal e sou a loucura,
Não me peçam para ter Razão.

Donna Maria

"It's funny how our perceptions can be so off.
Like when you're seaching for a place to fit in,
and you don't even realize that you've been there the all time.


***

Maybe it's not about being the best.
Maybe it's all finding the little things that get you through the day:
Whether is the support of someone close to you,
Or letting yourself feel overwhelmed...for only for a moment,
Or being selfless every once in a while.

I don't know.
I guess in the end it's about surviving, anyway you can."

O amanhã

Não devia ser tão dificil ver alguém partir.
A mim nunca me custou partir, mas agora vejo-me do outro lado e sim, como diz o típico cliché, "só consegues dar o devido valor a algo quando o perdes". Porquê? Eu apercebo-me agora do quanto a sua presença me dá descanso, me protege, me faz esquecer o mundo num sorriso, me pertence, e acima de tudo me vai fazer tanta falta...

Não devia ser tão dificil ver o tempo passar, as pessoas envelhecer, o mundo girar, pessoas que entram e saem, ou simplesmente se ausentam da nossa vida. Mudança.
Porque é que parece sempre que nunca é para melhor, porque é que custa sempre agarrar o futuro e pensar "hei porreiro, a minha vida vai mudar outra vez."? Bem, não sei.



"Brother
There's so much that I could never say to your face
But by now
You should know the world and all its ways
So find your place"

'O meu desejo é morrer na paz do teu beijo.'

Wicker Park

'Please don't flow so fast

You little mountain hum

I'll take a bottle down to you

Please don't flow this fast

You hold a little hum

I'll bottow sounds of me for you

Please don't flow so fast

You little mountain din

I'll bottow piano sounds from you

Please don't flow so fast

You little mountain noise

I'll close my eyes and bite your tongue'

We All Have a Map of the Piano - MUM

Let's go back to the start

Porque ainda estou meia que, digamos, embriagada:


>New year's [drunk] resolution<

• Quero um filtro gigante - Não quero ter muitos, quero apenas manter os que tenho, e aqueles que valem mesmo a pena. Aqueles que encontro (des)focados pla lente da colorsplash, numa mensagem saudosa, numa palavra sincera, numa piada estupida. Sim, eu um dia hei-de conseguir focar aquilo que realmente interessa.
  


• Deixar de ser a irritante eterna insatisfeita, e parar para ver o arco-iris que me rodeia.

• O que não pertencer ao arco-iris, não vale a pena ser visto (ponto)
  


• Dançar contigo no meu mundo de fantasia.
  


• Sentir o que é de sentir e deitar para trás o que baralha este cérebro inconstante.

• Ás vezes gostava de ser um bocadinho (coisa pouca) menos parva. Mas isto já uma utopia do género dizer que vou mudar este mundo podre. O que também seria parvo.

• Quero mudar este mundo podre.
  


• Ups.

Happy New Year *

Feel the vibe

Sorrateiro, vem de repente, sem pedir licença, e provoca aquela sensação.
Um sorriso, uma palavra e impotência, MEDO...que tudo não passe de um sonho fugidio. Uma flor que abre os braços ao Sol na Primavera mas, chegado o Outono e sem ELE, perde o encanto, perde o brilho, sobrando apenas pétalas e sombra.
Sombra que escurece os sonhos e ilumina as noites longas.



" ...And then I wonder who I am |
Without the warm touch of your hand... " *

Black, white, lemon or lime

"Tira a mochila, anda, vamos dançar"


Aquele café e aquele piano
Aquela cabine
Aquela árvore
Aquela luz
Aquela musica
Aquela dança
Aquele friozinho (sim, no estômago, que percorre espinha, eriça a pele e enfraquece os joelhos)
Aquele abraçar...

"You're the prince to my ballerina
You feed other people's parking meters
You encourage the eating of ice cream
You would somersault in sand with me

You talk to loners, you ask how's your week
You give love to all and give love to me
You're obsessed with hiding the sticks and stones
When I fear the unknown
You feel like home, you feel like home

You put my feet back on the ground
Did you know you brought me around
You were sweet, and you were sound
You saved me

You're the warmth in my summer breeze
You're the ivory to my ebony keys
You would share your last jelly bean
You would somersault in sand with me

You put my feet back on the ground
Did you know you brought me around
You were sweet and you were sound
You saved me

You put my feet back on the ground
Did you know you brought me around
You were sweet and you were sound
See I had shrunk yet still you wore me around
And 'round and 'round"



Feeling silly today.
Amo-te um milhão de m&m's amarelos *

Elevador

Entrei e encostei-me no canto mais longínquo da porta na esperança que aquela viagem se elevasse para sempre.

Tanto que me queima por dentro, encerrado naquela caixa fria que bate, bate irregular, tanto de mim que me faz mover e lutar qual Hércules e, no fim, uma fraqueza se apodera de todo o meu ser e tudo se resume a uma incapacidade (avontade?) de reagir.

How many times do I have to say

To get away-get gone

Flip your shit past another lasses

Humble dwelling

You got your game, made your shot, and you got away

With a lot, but Im not turned-on

So put away that meat youre selling

Cuz I do know whats good for me

And Ive done what I could for you

But youre not benefiting, and yet

Im sitting

Singing again, sing, sing again

How can I deal with this, if he wont get with this

Mi gonna heal from this; he wont admit to it

Nothing to figure out;

I gotta get him out

Its time the truth was out that he dont give a

Shit about me

How many times can it escalate

Till it elevates to a place I cant breathe?

And I must decide, if you must deride

That Im much obliged to up and go

Ill idealize, then realize that its no

Sacrifice, because the price is paid, and

Theres nothing left to grieve

Fuckin go - Cuz Ive done what I could for you,

and I do know whats good for me and

Im not benefiting, instead

Im sitting singing again, singing again, singing again,

Sing, sing, sing again

How can I deal with this, if he wont get with this

Mi gonna heal from this; he wont admit to it

Nothing to figure out;

I gotta get him out

Its time the truth was out that he dont give a

Shit about me.

My mind is a mess *