"Everybody is fighting a battle you know nothing about."

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"When you know the fourfoil in all its seasons root and leaf and flower, by sight and scent and seed, then you may learn its true name, knowing its being: which is more than its use. What, after all, is the use of you? Or of myself? Is Gont Mountain useful, or the Open Sea?" Ogion went on a halfmile or so, and said at last "To hear, one must be silent."

The Earthsea Quartet, Ursula Le Guin

Bilbo's song in Rivendell

I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.
For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.

J. R. R. Tolkien

Rien ne sera jamais plus

Foi há tanto tempo. Que eu ouvi esta música, que comecei este blog. Que eu acreditei na lua, senhora de todas as mulheres. Nessa altura eu pensei que teria tudo figured out, by now. Mas as mudanças continuam a suceder-se todas a uma velocidade vertiginosa, juntas, todas juntas, impossibilitando qualquer tentativa de habituação. Agora, em princípio, estarei um passo mais próxima de uma profissão (que não planeio exercer). Alguns passos, profundos, mais longe de outras coisas.

Choices

Como dos extraños más
Que van quedándose detrás

"J’ai aimé jusqu’à atteindre la folie. Ce que certains appellent la folie, mais ce qui pour moi, est la seule façon d’aimer."

Françoise Sagan

E ela vira um diamantizinho

Chama-se burilar - that awful verb.

Not lettin' go

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KF-F_Jlk9HQ

Sometimes words are hard to find
I'm looking for that perfect line
To let you know you're always on my mind
Ya this is love - n' I've learned enough to know
I'm never lettin' go
No, no, no - won't let go

Tiny few

"It’s not that a twenty year old doesn’t know he’s going to die, but it’s the loss of others that so profoundly affects an older person— and you can’t know what that accumulation of losses is going to do to you until you experience it yourself. Life is so short, so fragile, so mystifying. After all, how many people do we actually love in the course of a lifetime? Just a few, a tiny few. When most of them are gone, the map of your inner world changes. As my friend George Oppen once said to me about getting old: what a strange thing to happen to a little boy."

Paul Auster, in http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/121/the-art-of-fiction-no-178-paul-auster

LOUD NOISESS

 

Ai ai Steve, não desapontas.

Nao tenho tempo

Repetir até acreditar que é essa a resposta para todos os problemas.

Ou trabalhar, trabalhar finalmente, música boa mas melancólica nos ouvidos.