Monday, November 17, 2008

Regras: escolher uma banda (Nightwish) respondendo às questões com títulos de canções dessa banda (estes questionários andam cada vez mais rebuscados) e reencaminhar para 4 bloggers.


1) És homem ou mulher? The Riddler
2) Descreve-te: End of All Hope
3) O que as pessoas acham de ti? Fantasmic
4) Como descreves o teu último relacionamento: Nymphomaniac Fantasia
5) Descreve o estado actual da tua relação: The Forever Moments
6 ) Onde querias estar agora? Walking in the Air
7) O que pensas a respeito do amor? Two for Tragedy
8) Como é a tua vida? Dark Chest Of Wonders
9) O que pedirias se pudesses ter só um desejo? I Wish I had an Angel
10) Escreve uma frase sábia: Toivo jää, tie rakkauteen, tie syvään vaupauteen.

Monday, October 20, 2008

A woman, while at her mother's funeral, met this guy whom she didn't know. She thought this guy was amazing, her dream guy! She fell in love with him right there, but never asked for his number and couldn't find him again.
What could she do to find him again?

Dizem que este era um teste que se fazia a criminosos para avaliar se eles pensavam como verdadeiros psicopatas...
Quem souber responder, pensa como um psicopata.

Eu respondi bem.
Muwahaha!

Crave

And I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy's and talk about the day and type your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don't listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you're sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the the programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts your arse your... and sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home and sit on the steps smoking till you come home and worry when you're late and be amazed when you're early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till I'm black and be sorry when I'm wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I'd known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you're angry and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you you're gorgeous and hug you when you're anxious and hold you when you hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I'm next to you and whimper when I'm not and dribble on your breast and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don't and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and not understand why you think I'm rejecting you when I'm not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I'd ever reject you and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you and write poems for you and wonder why you don't believe me and have a feeling so deep I can't find words for it and want to buy you a kitten I'd get jealous of because it would get more attention than me and keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do and get rid of the roaches and buy you presents you don't want and take them away again and ask you to marry me and you say no again but keep on asking because though you think I don't mean it I do always have from the first time I asked you and wander the city thinking it's empty without you and want want you want and think I'm losing myself but know I'm safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don't deserve any less and answer your questions when I'd rather not and tell you the truth when I really dont' want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it's all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am and try to get closer to you because it's a beautiful learning to know you and well worth the effort and speak German to you badly and Hebrew to you worse and make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love I have for you.



Sarah Kane - Crave



Obrigada à c. por me ter dado a conhecer este bonito texto.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Vieram entregar-me um pratinho com um brigadeiro e um post-it:

Para um doce...
do André

96*******

:)

Afinal a mim, podem não dizer "pirosices"; mas até são originais...

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Top coisas felizes

Ter amigas que se preocupam
Ter amigas parvas
Ir para o bairro beber caipirinhas
Ter discussões altamente científicas depois de beber caipirinhas
Manter o equilíbrio sob o efeito de caipirinhas
Rir até doer a barriga com ou sem efeito de caipirinhas

...

Repetir tudo outra vez uma semana depois

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Closer...

Thursday, June 05, 2008

How much
.
[closer]
.
?

Monday, April 28, 2008

[a little bit]
.
closer
.
[please]

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

It doesn't matter that you cry...



Epica - Façade of Reality


This song is too beautiful to be spoiled with thoughts of you.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Ein Schritt forwärts,

Zwei zurück

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

- Dá-me uma boa razão...

- Uma boa razão é que na verdade tenho mil boas razões.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Dizem que quem canta, seus males espanta.
Por acaso até acho que é verdade. Cantar faz bem.

Mas a principal coisa que que espanto, é minha gata, que desata sempre a correr e a fugir de mim quando começo a cantar...
A sério.

Someone is dancing on my grave
Sending shivers down my spine.
I hear a laugh, it awoke my soul.

The Dance - Within Temptation

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

- Bem, um dia tudo estará no devido lugar e vamos ser felizes.

- Se continuarmos sempre amigas já vou estar metade feliz.

- (Eu também)

Friday, February 22, 2008


Thursday, February 21, 2008

Dissecação II

Consegues dissecar o meu corpo
da mesma maneira que o fazes com a minha alma?

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Oh, young blood!

Thursday, February 07, 2008

- O que é que quer dizer «cativar»?
- É uma coisa muito esquecida, disse a raposa. Significa «criar laços...».
- Criar laços?
- Isso mesmo, disse a raposa. Para mim não passas ainda de um rapazinho muito parecido com cem mil rapazinhos. E não preciso de ti. E tu também não precisas de mim. Para ti sou apenas uma raposa semelhante a cem mil raposas. Mas, se me cativares, teremos necessidade um do outro. Para mim serás único no mundo. E eu serei para ti única no mundo...
- Começo a compreender, disse o principezinho. Há uma flor... creio que ela me cativou...
- É possível, disse a raposa. Vê-se de tudo sobre a Terra...
(...)
- Se me cativares a minha vida ficará como que iluminada pelo sol. Conhecerei um ruído de passos que será diferente de todos os outros. Os outros passos fazem-me meter debaixo da terra. Os teus, chamar-me-ão para fora da toca como uma música. E além disso, olha! Vês, além, os campos de trigo? Não me alimento de pão. Os campos de trigo não me dizem nada. E isso é triste! Mas tu tens cabelos cor de ouro. Então será maravilhoso quando me tiveres cativado! O trigo que é dourado, far-me-à lembrar de ti. E amarei o som do vento no trigo...
A raposa calou-se e olhou muito tempo o principezinho.
- Por favor... cativa-me! disse ela.
(...)
- O que é que é preciso fazer? disse o principezinho.
- É necessário ser paciente, respondeu a raposa. Sentas-te primeiro um pouco longe de mim, assim, na erva. Eu olhar-te-ei pelo canto do olho e tu não dirás nada. A linguagem é fonte de mal entendidos. Mas, de dia para dia, Poderás sentar-te um pouco mais perto...

No dia seguinte o principezinho voltou.
- Era preferível teres voltado à mesma hora, disse a raposa. Se vieres, por exemplo às quatro da tarde, a partir das três começarei a sentir-me feliz. Quanto mais a hora avançar, mais me sentirei feliz. Chegadas as quatro horas já estaria agitada e inquieta; descobriria o preço da felicidade! Mas se vieres a qualquer hora, ficarei sem saber a que horas hei de vestir o meu coração... Os rituais são necessários.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry em O Principezinho

Saturday, February 02, 2008


Monday, January 28, 2008

Dissecação

Consegues dissecar a minha alma
da mesma maneira que o fazes com o meu corpo?

Saturday, January 12, 2008

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling