"Umas vezes estou redondo, outras quadrado, outras cheio de picos, outras liquefeito, outras não estou sequer: deslizo por aí armado em nuvem.

(...)

Como estás?
explico que não estou redondo nem quadrado. Neste momento acho-me mais uma espécie de losango.
-Estou losango.
quem interroga a olhar para mim sem entender:
-Losango?
e eu
-Sim, losango, nunca te sentiste losango?
Nunca se devem ter sentido losangos. Há alturas em que me acontece pensar que as pessoas são esquisitas mas deve ser problema meu. Aposto o que quiseresm que é problema meu."

António Lobo Antunes

Nada é tão mau...

Lift not the painted veil which those who live
Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there,
And it but mimic all we would believe
With colours idly spread,--behind, lurk Fear
And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave
Their shadows, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear.
I knew one who had lifted it--he sought,
For his lost heart was tender, things to love,
But found them not, alas! nor was there aught
The world contains, the which he could approve.
Through the unheeding many he did move,
A splendour among shadows, a bright blot
Upon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that strove
For truth, and like the Preacher found it not.

Percy Shelley

so this is the new year.
and i don't feel any different.

Look, all i know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen
And I wish that we could see if we could be something
Yeah I wish we could see if we could be something.

FELIZ NATAL :)

Put the lights on the tree(Put them on the tree)

Put the ribbon on the wreath(Put it on the wreath)

Call your grandma on the phone(Call her on the phone)

If she's living all alone(If she's all alone)

Tell her Jesus Christ is here(Tell her He is here)

Tell her she has none to fear(There is none to fear)

If she's crying on the phone(Crying on the phone)

Tell her you are coming home(You are coming home)

Be ready to go
You'll never know when
You'll never know why
Take off any time.

now hang me up to dry...

Dans Paris

Paul: I think we grossly underestimate our sorrows, in general. We always die of sadness, actually.
Alice: You mean sadness is put inside us at birth?
Paul: Yes.
Alice: Like eye color?
Alice: Exactly. That's why it needs our care, but others can do nothing. No one can do anything about eye color. Also, I think it would be fair to let you take care of your sorrow alone.

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Paul: I don't know what's happening. I don't trust myself when I'm in love. I get nervous and say the wrong things or I start examining, evaluating, calculating what I say. I say "Think it will rain?" She responds, "I don't know." Then I wonder if she's even interested. It all scares me to death. Yes, scared to death. A friend once told me having a fuck buddy is better than falling in love. I think he's right. Rain makes flowers grow and snails happy. That's a fact. But if a girl loves me she starts acting strangely, like asking me funny questions and pouting when I snap at her or saying things like "Think it will rain?" and I say "I have no idea" and she says "Oh" and gets all sad looking up at the California-blue sky. That makes me thank god it's you, darling. This time it's your turn.

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