Friday, June 8

Those fingers in my hair


No one loved in music as classy as Sinatra.

Thursday, March 15

Home

"He wondered whether home was a thing that happened to a place after a while, or if it was something that you found in the end, if you simply walked and waited and willed it long enough."

Neil Gaiman, American Gods

Saturday, February 3

Vozes

Vozes imaginárias e amadas
daqueles que morreram ou daqueles que estão,
como os mortos, perdidos para nós.
Às vezes falam-nos em sonhos;
às vezes na sua fantasia as ouve o pensamento.
E, com seu som, retornam por um instante
ecos da poesia primeira da nossa vida -
como música que, na noite, se extingue ao longe.

Konstantinos Kaváfis, 145 Poemas, tradução de Manuel Resende, Flop Editora, 2017

Wednesday, January 31

Thursday, January 25



"Any woman can weep without tears", she answered over her shoulder, "and most can heal with their hands. It depends on the wound. She is a woman, Your Highness, and that's riddle enough."

The last unicorn, Peter S. Beagle

Saturday, January 20

Saturday, January 13



"Happiness is just a kick in the balls waiting to happen."

The Punisher

Saturday, January 6

"Tough-minded critics od religion have found much pleasure in laying bare the idiocy of believers in remorseless detail, finishing only when they felt they had shown up their enemies as thorough-going simpletons or maniacs. Though this exercise has its satisfactions, the real issue is not whether God exists or not, but where to take the argument once one decides that he evidently doesn't. The premise of this book is that it must be possible to remain a committed atheist and nevertheless find religions sporadically useful, interesting and consoling - and be curious as to the possibilities of importing certain of their ideas and practices into the secular realm. (...) In a world beset by fundamentalists of both believing and secular varieties, it must be possible to balance a rejection of religious faith with a selective reverence for religious rituals and concepts."

Alain de Botton, Religion for Atheists

Tuesday, December 26

Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste

"Hello from the outside
At least I can say that I've tried
To tell you I'm sorry
For breaking your heart
But it don't matter, it clearly
Doesn't tear you apart anymore"

O meu amor tem um jeito manso



Que é só seu.

Sunday, December 24

The Eleven Rules of the Earth

1. Do not give opinions or advice unless you are asked.
2. Do not tell your troubles to others unless you are sure they want to hear them.
3. When in another's lair, show them respect or else do not go there.
4. If a guest in your lair annoys you, treat them cruelly and without mercy.
5. Do not make sexual advances unless you are given the mating signal.
6. Do not take that which does not belong to you unless it is a burden to the other person and they cry out to be relieved.
7. Acknowledge the power of magic if you have employed it successfully to obtain your desires. If you deny the power of magic after having called upon it with success, you will lose all you have obtained.
8. Do not complain about anything to which you need not subject yourself.
9. Do not harm little children.
10. Do not kill non-human animals unless you are attacked or for your food.
11. When walking in open territory, bother no one. If someone bothers you, ask them to stop. If they do not stop, destroy them

Monday, December 18

Sunday, December 17

"Science fiction is the fiction of ideas. Ideas excite me, and as soon as I get excited, the adrenaline gets going and the next thing I know I’m borrowing energy from the ideas themselves. Science fiction is any idea that occurs in the head and doesn’t exist yet, but soon will, and will change everything for everybody, and nothing will ever be the same again. As soon as you have an idea that changes some small part of the world you are writing science fiction. It is always the art of the possible, never the impossible."

Ray Bradbury
https://theparisreview.org/interviews/6012/ray-bradbury-the-art-of-fiction-no-203-ray-bradbury

Soneto II

Amor, cuántos caminos hasta llegar a un beso,
qué soledad errante hasta tu compañía!
Siguen los trenes solos rodando con la lluvia.
En Taltal no amanece aún la primavera.

Pero tú y yo, amor mío, estamos juntos,
juntos desde la ropa a las raíces,
juntos de otoño, de agua, de caderas,
hasta ser sólo tú, sólo yo juntos.

Pensar que costó tantas piedras que lleva el río,
la desembocadura del agua de Boroa,
pensar que separados por trenes y naciones

tú y yo teníamos que simplemente amarnos,
con todos confundidos, con hombres y mujeres,
con la tierra que implanta y educa los claveles.

Pablo Neruda

Let it snow