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D I A

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J U Í Z O

F I N A L !



(e nao me estou a referir ao futebol!)

'Wish I could draw you near
to savour the emotions that today I see, I paint
and create.
would show you,
uma dança luminosa no ar nocturno,
the sweetness as one of those...
tartes de framboesa e leite condensado (partilhada) com açucar extra…=P
continuada num mergulho
in the sea.
a sério

isto não é poesia,
é o mais fidedigno that i am able
to write down from where i breath
(eu que não escrevo tao bem assim
but would, nevertheless, today right an Odessey)

gostava que viesses comigo, saborear as emoções que hoje pinto...
que nada se assemelham aos assombros entupidos e negros de lançar no chão
que conheceste
(e o chão era o teu)

são, se acreditares, seu mais profundo oposto,
smooth splashes of light and paint,
the will to run passionately and create
and give “sharing-ly”

this unbelievable strength...

hoje podia pintar 100 quadros, compôr 100 musicas, escrever 100 ensaios sobre 100 temas, rebolar 100 vezes, absorver 100 histórias e canções, dançar 100 horas, ultrapassar 100 vezes o que o meu corpo alguma vez conheceu
e “pôde”

And yet, you see, i’m not sure what to do with all this...
out here


If tonight I asked you to come to me
- Just that, and we’d see -
Would you?

As melhores coisas do meu dia de hoje
(Por ordem crescente )

– sentar-me ao piano e compôr, instantaneamente, uma melodia de acordes que espelhou exactamente o que me ia na alma (e que era energico mas confiante) após uma hora e meia em transportes para trazer de casa uma folha e voltar à amadora...

--» ver que a folha que procurava em casa ESTAVA REALMENTE LÁ.

- o livro “Budapeste” do Chico Buarque.

- a Teresa ter-me convidado a ir tocar acordy com ela no andanças.

– Rir-me a alto e bom som com o Luis no combio à noite - enquanto falavamos sobre personagens da escola, a demência da disney e sobre o amor. -

– isto:

Estive, sem ter jantado, à espera do 709, na avenida, às 22:45. Um rapaz preto, bonito e com ar porreiro, praguejava aos ventos a desorganização dos autocarros e incompetência de alguns condutores. Fazia-o com um vocabulario ultra correcto e um sentido de humor e criatividade tal que me fez sorrir a mim e a um rapaz brasileiro. A certa altura este ultimo chegou à conclusão que iamos os 3 para campo de ourique e propôs irmos juntos. Pouco depois eramos 4 a rir no taxi com as histórias do rapaz preto -- nunca disse o nome, mas trabalhava no lux e estudava comunicação e politica internacional -- riamo-nos nós os 3 mais o taxista, que ficou comovido e disse: que em 11 anos de trabalho nunca tinha visto jovens como nós, com este bom espirito, a ajudar-se desta forma sem se conhecerem.
O rapaz brasileiro pagou a viagem toda até à rua deles e o outro perguntou, atencioso, se eu precisava de dinheiro para o resto do caminho até a casa da minha avó (que eu nao aceitei).


– sentir que tenho imenso para dar =P.

contemplação numérica numa manhã de domingo:

- Duas senhoras compram tabaco, com dois carrinhos de bebé (com dois meninos bebés sentados) nas suas 4 mãos.

- Dois “minis” modernos, um preto e um vermelho, cada um com um tipo de meia idade a ouvir Amy Winehouse lá dentro (um deles de óculos escuros a cantar)

Um sol que é tapado por uma nuvem

Um suspiro...

Quatro musicas, nenhum autocarro

Uma ambulância

Um velhinho que atravessa a rua com um carrinho bebé vermelho

Um pensamento: “devia escrever estas coisas às vezes....”

Sete sinais de trânsito

Uma garrafa de cerveja, vazia, ao sol.

Uma pomba feia e desajeitada.

Um outro velhinho que não entende o mapa dos autocarros

Onze e trinta e cinco da manhã

Duas mulheres de braços cruzados a passear

Quatro pensamentos

Um autocarro, um bilhete, um euro e trinta e cinco

Um vestido azul turquesa lindo no corpo de uma mulher espanhola

Um tipo espanhol (de trinta e tal anos) de poupa e pernas depiladas à gilete

Uma planta num saco

Um velhinho - de mochila de cabedal castanha às costas, boné vermelho e chapéu de sol num braço, - que corre na direcção de outro velhinho - de barbas - que corre na direcção do primeiro, e olham-se....mas afinal corriam apenas para a mesma porta de comboio.

Um miúdo asiático que observa uma modelo numa revista

Duas velhinhas francesas, sorridentes e de labios pintados com um ar cool e um olhar quase apaixonado (pela vida?)

Uma mulher muitíssimo gorda mas muitíssimo bonita com um puto ainda mais giro e sorridente a correr atrás dela e a gritar: “mãe, vou-te apanhar!”

Nove musicas no meu leitor mp3. Presto atenção à sua letra:

1 – (weird fishes) “why should I stay here? Why should I leave…I’d be crazy not to follow, follow where you lead”

2 – (starman) “se o futuro assim permitir, não pretendo viver em vão”

3 – (between the bars) “drink up with me now and forget all about the pressure of days, do what I say and I’ll make you okay and drive them away – the images stuck in your head”

4 – (America) “let us be lovers, we’ll marry our fortunes together…”

5 – (things behind the sun) “Take your time and you'll be fine
And say a prayer for people there
Who live on the floor
And if you see what's meant to be
Don't name the day or try to say
It happened before.

Don't be shy you’ll learn to fly
And see the sun when day is done
If only you see
Just what you are beneath a star
That came to stay one rainy day
In autumn for free
Yes, be what you'll be.”

6 – (across the universe) : “Words are flying out like
endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting thorough my open mind
Possessing and caressing me”

7 – (cd) trovante:

“saudades do futuro”

8 – (we rule the school) :
“On a beech tree rudely carved
NC loved me
Why did she do it?
Was she scared?
Was she pushed?

Do something pretty while you can
Don't fall asleep
Skating a pirouette on ice is cool”

9 – (song for the asking) “here is my song for the asking, ask me and I will play….so sweetly I’ll make you smile”

quatro pensamentos, dois dos quais:

- quero fazer musica

e

- tenho duas mil e quarenta e seis razões para aproveitar o dia

Tudo o que os FILMES DO WONG KAR-WAI me ensinaram sobre o amor (mesmo que eu nao concorde com duas ou três coisinhas)

por palavras minhas


Love, connection, desire, devotion, dreams...are the substance of it all. everything else in existence is just there to fill up the canvas.

- One of the best ways of staying within someone...is to move away.

- you will have ONE great “love of your life” and spend the rest of your time on earth recovering.
(athough, the fact that there is one great unrecoverable love, doesn't mean you won't love again)

- all things are transitory.

- phones, pagers and devices such as those are just additional elements that emphasise your blind notion/feeling that no one really cares about you.

- Everyone is an island. Everyone carries their past with them.
Everyone needs "heat" (specially on the 24th and 25th of December).

- Mutual, altruistic, simultaneous and level to level LOVE is an impossibility (except maybe with your family)

- Sometimes you can tell what a woman is feeling by observing her neck or the way she smokes.

- Running until you sweat is a good way of drenching your body of tears and making yourself feel stronger.

- Tears are what happens when emotion is overwhelming and violent and there is nothing you can do to change or express something.

- women who are mysterious and distant will turn out to be crazier and more passionate than all others.

- Love is what everyone needs and is short of/searching for.

- A girl who is obsessed with another country will surely leave on a plane someday without saying goodbye.

- The best cure for the pain of loss, rejection, unrequited love...is distraction (or giving something to someone else).

- Never travel with someone who you always love but who loves you on Monday, Tuesday thinks you should part and wants you back on Friday. If you must travel with them make sure you have enough money to return at any given time.

- The most meaningful profound moments you’ll experience with other people probably won’t involve sex. Shared moments of things not said nor done will have much greater impact on you than that.

- Buying a girl silk stockings is a good way to respectfully acknowledge her --» while pointing out your interest in her legs. The type of girl you would give silk stockings to is, however, not the same type you can be drinking pals with.

- Love is as complicated and intense between a man and a women as it is between two men. The main difference being that, between the two men, jealousy talks are about comparing how many guys each of them has had sex with.

- Jealousy can kill you (LITERALLY and especially if you are a professional assassin, but not only).

- eating alone is dangerous because your mind wonders way too fast.

- You will keep track of the progression of time by recalling the meaningful people who crashed into your path.

- Sometimes the best way to let go of a secret is to whisper it into the gap of a tree or a temple and seal it forever.

- Jukeboxes are cool and smoke can be downright sexy.

- Nothing of good can come from regret.

- If you are crazy in love with someone who speaks another language...LEARN the goddamn language!

- If you are wondering what a certain person is doing (haven’t talked to them in a while and know they love you) CALL THEM.

- If you realize that what makes you passionately lured to a wonderful person is actually their resemblance to your old love.............treat them well, kiss them as if they were the last someone you would ever kiss, and leave.

- The curves of a womans’ body are sexy but a beautiful foot or back can be magnificent and rock your world, specially if the person to whom it belongs is walking away.

- Sometimes you will think that the one you love is incapable of loving you back....but actually sometimes it is just that they are in love with someone else.

- don't be dependent on someone who doesnt depend on you...although you probably will be either way.

- Never EVER take advantage of a drunken women. Instead gently put her in her bed, take off her shoes and move away. She will remember your gesture with affection.

- the amount of regret is inversly proportional to the amount of kindness and respect you showed someone who was good to you. so always treat people with care and respect (unless they are coming on to you too strong.)

- love is the greatest joy, the greatest catharsis, the greatest persuasion that life has a lot to give, the greatest catalyser of creation, the greatest evasion and resonance of life in your body AND the greatest sorrow.

- No one who tried desperately to recover moments from their past has ever returned (except maybe one person who moved on in time).

- observe others so you’ll learn from their rights and wrongs....…although you probably will end up doing those same mistakes anyway.

- If you can’t be with someone, spend time among their things.

- Sometimes you can catch a ride towards the highway of the future through the kindness of a stranger.

- we walk an inch apart from everyone else but barely touch a few.

- Just because someone enjoys sleeping with you does NOT mean they think about you as often, and want to be with you as much, as you want to be with them.

- Trust people but keep yourself covered and one step back if you realise they are using you.

- don't pitty yourself, don't indulge in your sorow, but don't fight it...when shit happens just let go to whatever comes.




- SOMETIMES THE BEST WAY OF FORGETTING SOMETHING IS TO KEEP IT IN YOUR MEMORY.

simple thought that makes me smile =)

é tão bom...sentir que vocês não são o meu passado mas fazem parte do meu AGORA.
*cat blushes* la la la lala la...

1.14am

Someone’s plane ticket,
weary eyes…
an alluring invitation and a heart that beats…
closer. Whimsical pianos, lustful guitars
rising above memorable tunes

the word "saudade"

yours,
read while thoughtless thoughts rush past
way too fast…

The chills...
how tired…
Lazy anticipation of…enlightment…
dance…creation
Not enough…

Lament
Can’t move.
Mothers kisses and solitude
Friends who wish I was (there).
Sweet sweet sad hymns
“until tomorrow little one.”

A room of my own,
my haven temple of
quiet
dreamless
soundless
sleep