"Tudo o que dorme é criança de novo. Talvez porque no sono não se possa fazer mal, e se não dá conta da vida, o maior criminoso, o mais fechado egoísta é sagrado, por uma magia natural, enquanto dorme. Entre matar quem dorme e matar uma criança não conheço diferença que se sinta."
(Fernando Pessoa) "somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep, disoordeer"
Hello, Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me Is there anyone at home? Come on now I hear you're feeling down Well, I can ease your pain And get you on your feet again Relax I'll need some information first Just the basic facts Can you show me where it hurts There is no pain, you are receding A distant ship's smoke on the horizon You are only coming through in waves Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying When I was a child I had a fever My hands felt just like two balloons Now I've got that feeling once again I can't explain, you would not understand This is not how I am I have become comfortably numb I have become comfortably numb O.K. Just a little pin prick There'll be no more...aaaaaaaah! But you might feel a little sick Can you stand up? I do belive it's working, good That'll keep you going, through the show Come on it's time to go. There is no pain you are receding A distant ship's smoke on the horizon You are only coming through in waves Your lips move, but I can't hear what you're saying When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse Out of the corner of my eye I turned to look but it was gone I cannot put my finger on it now The child is grown The dream is gone And I have become Comfortably numb.
"Do mesmo modo que ocorre às vezes na água que se estende a teus pés um pequeno tremor brusco que a faz refletir a luz, como se estivesse coberta de escamas, assim também se vê às vezes nos olhos humanos essas incertezas repentinas e essas ambigüidades, a propósito dos quais se pergunta: é um estremecimento? É um sorriso? Serão ambos?"
terça-feira, 8 de junho de 2010
When I was younger
I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind
He broke his own heart
And I watched
As he tried to reassemble it
And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget
And that was the day I promised
I'd never sing of love
If it does not exist
But darling,
You are the only exception
(...)
Maybe I know, somewhere
Deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways
To make it alone
Or keep a straight face
And I've always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable, distance
And up until now
I had sworn to myself that I'm content
With loneliness
Because none of it was ever worth the risk...
I've got a tight grip on reality
But I can't
Let go of what's in front of me here
I know you're leaving
In the morning, when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it`s not a dream
Ohh...
(...)
And I'm on my way to believing...
sexta-feira, 4 de junho de 2010
Pentagramadom. pub.
(Antiguidade, Grécia).
1. Símbolo da escola de Pitágoras, filósofo e matemático grego. Entre os pitagóricos, seus seguidores, o pentagrama era utilizado como saudação em cartas - equivalia a "passe bem".2.Entre os romanos, uma representação de felicidade, realização, vitória, casamento. 3.Para os místicos da Idade Média, síntese das foras da natureza, uma chave para conjurar poderes mágicos.4. Por campanha difamatória da Igreja Católica, símbolo do demônio.5.Para a tradição maçônica, o pentagrama é o emblema da sabedoria, que eleva a alma a grandes coisas.6.Símbolo de fé para a religião Wicca, assim como a cruz para os cristãos e a estrela de davi para os judeus.7.Qualquer coisa relacionada, ainda que de maneira tangente e superficial, ao gênero musical heavy metal.
