Living vicariously, or the art of finding out

Qual é o oposto de "Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate"?

Lista de desejos 

(porque "bucket list" soa tão mal)

Ferris wheel

Bouncy castle

Christmas market

Apple on a stick

Van Gogh Museum - Amsterdam

Afghan restaurant - Utrecht

De Smaak van Afrika - Rotterdam

Make dough for pasta, pizza or somethin

Play a tabletop mini/war skirmish game (Thanks G and friends!)

Assemble my own mini and rimming (Thanks G&MJ)

Get tipsy (With Porto at 36!)

Get actually drunk plus hangover (With MJ ofc, and Port again)
PubQuizz (The Garden rocks!!)
Mini-golf (Thanks J!)

Blind date (Omg it kinda happened with MJ)

Meeting someone from a dating app in 2 days! (GH, you rascal)

Kissing someone in 4 days, not being in love with them (yet?GH ofc)

Spice Pumpkin Latte (Thanks C!)

Iced Chai Latte (Thanks MJ!)

Red Bull (Thanks V at work! lol)
Naturalis - Leiden (Thanks M, A&L!)

Tube slide (Who knew? Thanks T!)

Walking under a tempest of hail (Thanks M!)

Herring, eaten the right way (Gouda with M)

Visiting a windmill (Gouda with M)

4D movie

Sauna

Smoke a cigar?

Lap dance?

Trampoline?

Silent disco?

Skiing? 

Hiking trip?

Miller's girl

 

Like a fool

 "I hallucinate when you call my name

Got stars in my eyes

And they don't fade when you come my way"

It had been a while since Calliope visited me like this

The goddess of contradictions, white lies and transitions

Something's got a hold of me lately

                       

"Problematic

Problem is I want your body like a fiend, like a bad habit

Bad habit's hard to break when I'm with you"

Sonnet

I don't think that I've been in love as such,
Although I liked a few folk pretty well.
Love must be vaster than my smiles or touch,
For brave men died and empires rose and fell
For love: girls followed boys to foreign lands
And men have followed women into Hell.

In plays and poems someone understands
There's something makes us more than blood and bone
And more than biological demands...
For me, love's like the wind, unseen, unknown.
I see the trees are bending where it's been,
I know that it leaves wreckage where it's blown.
I really don't know what "I love you" means.
I think it means "Don't leave me here alone".

Neil Gaiman

Health journey update

But probably will

          

"No, I know

I'm a walking contradiction and it shows

Got a history of being in control

I'm aware that I could end up here alone

But then we spoke

I had a backbone made of glass and then it broke

Now I stay up and I wait here by the phone

If you're ready, all I mean is we could go

And I've never craved someone's attention

As much as yours, thought I should mention that"

Los síntomas del amor son los mismos que los del cólera

 "La curiosidad es otra de las tantas celadas del amor."

Gabriel García Márquez

Before we go

 

I guess I should know better

 

when it comes to falling.

Morpheus of the Endless, the Shaper

Crazy, stupid

 

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

Mas não tenho mais nada, amor, para dar

 

"E adeus, meu amor

Nas ondas do mar serei naufragada

Nas rochas mais duras serei mutilada

Posso viver triste, mas nunca negada"

 "The one thing I never counted on was having luck on my side.

It was generally simpler that way."

Alastair Reynolds, Chasm City

Maud Muller

[...]

God pity them both! and pity us all,
Who vainly the dreams of youth recall.

For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: “It might have been!”

John Greenleaf Whittier

A cidade são só luzes

 

Viagem

Iremos juntos separados,

as palavras mordidas uma a uma,

taciturnas, cintilantes

- ó meu amor, constelação de bruma,

ombro dos meus braços hesitantes.

Esquecidos, lembrados, repetidos

na boca dos amantes que se beijam

no alto dos navios;

desfeitos ambos, ambos inteiros,

no rasto dos peixes luminosos,

afogados na voz dos marinheiros.

Eugénio de Andrade