terça-feira, 27 de junho de 2017

F#1111

-Breathe in!
 Breathe out!
 Ok?

- Ok...
She takes some time to recover, they are walking for ages now...

- Better?
  Ready?
  Let's go? - he asks.

- Yes...Let's go.- she says, feeling tired.

- Don,t worry, my love.
  We will get there. Sooner than you think.

- You always say that! And we are not there yet! We are never there!

- But, right now, i am sure you think we won't ever get there! So, when we will, it will always be faster than you think, right? - he says smiling. Like the child he is. Deep, where no eyes can see.

- Ok. Let's go! - she replies as she starts walking, right beside him. As if they have just started to walk.




quinta-feira, 22 de junho de 2017

y#864

"Through thee, the gracious Muses turn,
To Furies, O mine Enemy!
And all the things of beauty burn
With flames of evil ecstasy."

~Lionel Johnson, The Dark Angel (1985)

y#863

"Drift all you like from ocean to ocean
Search the whole world
But drunken confessions and hijacked affairs
Will just make you more alone..."

F#1110

Give my gods a try!

sábado, 17 de junho de 2017

F#1108

Da série,
largos dias têm (c/s)em anos.

"infinity is not a number,
 is the idea of endless..."


sexta-feira, 9 de junho de 2017

y#861

"How do you learn to trust? How do you steer when all you can see is a rear-view mirror?
This video is a lighthearted exploration of fear and courage and having your world turned on its head.


based on a poem by Guillaume Apollinaire:

“Come to the edge,” he said.
“We can’t, we’re afraid!” they responded.
“Come to the edge,” he said.
“We can’t, We will fall!” they responded.
“Come to the edge,” he said.
And so they came.
And he pushed them.
And they flew.”


for Gord Downie
-love, Do Make Say Think"

quinta-feira, 8 de junho de 2017

y#860

"Anywhere means we’re running
We can sleep and see them coming
Where we drift and call it dreaming
We can weep and call it singing..."

y#859

"How could it all fall in one day?
Were we too sure of the sun?"

domingo, 4 de junho de 2017

F#1106

Seven years ago,
how different were we?

Who were we?

Were we us?

Were we here? 

Or was it just me?

Do they know  we were here?

Do they know who we were?

Did the see our fall?

Do they know at all?

Or was it just a deep dream?

Or was it just a lucid dream?