Friday, January 29

How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.


Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 - 1861

Get me away



Quando quase não consegues acreditar que as merdas da semana estejam resolvidas finalmente, e o melhor fim-de-semana do mês está a chegar - e nem te consegues sentir entusiasmada como geralmente porque a cabeça em água só quer descansar naquele peito.

Monday, January 25

Serendipity

"Serendipity means a "fortunate happenstance" or "pleasant surprise". It was coined by Horace Walpole in 1754. In a letter he wrote to a friend, Walpole explained an unexpected discovery he had made by reference to a Persian fairy tale, The Three Princes of Serendip. The princes, he told his correspondent, were “always making discoveries, by accidents and sagacity, of things which they were not in quest of”. The notion of serendipity is a common occurrence throughout the history of scientific innovation such as Alexander Fleming's accidental discovery of penicillin in 1928, the invention of the microwave oven by Percy Spencer in 1945, and the invention of the Post-it note by Spencer Silver in 1968. The word has been voted one of the ten English words hardest to translate in June 2004 by a British translation company."

Thursday, January 21

I find it hard to do anything

"You came along just like a song 
And brighten my day 
Who would have believed that you where part of a dream 
Now it all seems light years away"

Closer



"Why do birds suddenly appear
Every time you are near?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you"

Wednesday, January 20

Monday, January 18

Knowing Me, Knowing You

You said you didn't understand me either, how could I behave like this after what he did to me. It's a very fair point, one I asked myself too. Yet I've known the answer for some time: I didn't forgive, I will never forgive, because I can't, it's as if it doesn't depend on me. But the person that hurt me isn't the same as the one I want to be with, now - that one is gone, never to come back, and never forgiven. Because you can never forgive a lover that broke your heart, but you can dissociate him from your best friend from the past, and hang out with him. Not saying it isn't weird, probably it's very uncommon, but I'm not known for being normal either.

That song from Abba resonates in my head: "Breaking up is never easy, I know but I have to go". With no regrets, no shame or doubts, just go, because it's the right thing to do - and look back years after and knowing it was so indeed.

PS: And forgiving the possibilities in others is forgiving them in yourself - and we need to forgive ourselves, not just because of the selfhelp bullshit but because we also hurt others, more than we like to admit.

PSS: That moment when you realize you have been thinking way too much in English so you end up recording thoughts in English as well. Who cares anyway.

Thursday, January 14

Tuesday, January 5

"I confess to being monstrously old-fashioned, and I still believe, like Cicero did, that historia magistra vitae: history is the teacher of life."

Umberto Eco, http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/5856/the-art-of-fiction-no-197-umberto-eco