Saturday, December 31, 2005

E se amanhã todos acordássemos mudos?

Andam por ai umas publicidade da swatch em que (quase todas) as pessoas do mundo se juntam para saltar ao mesmo tempo.
Lembro-me quando tinha palmo e meio, de querer parar o mundo. Sentia que de alguma forma todo ele me pertencia. E deixar o dia continuar a ser dia por mais um pouco. Mas hoje não. Só queria dois segundos de silêncio.
Amanhã ninguém falaria. Acordariam todos mudos. E todos os outros sons pareceriam estar mais altos. E mesmo que eles tentassem falar de outro modo que não por palavras, vocalizadas ou gestualizadas, perder-se-ia no léxico.
POR OUTRO MEIO? APENAS COM OUTRA VONTADE DE COMUNICAR. Pela vontade de ser, sem que para isso se deixe de sonhar.

Friday, December 30, 2005

PARA o 31 de DEZEMBRO de 2005

Pensei...


O perfeccionismo.
Não adianta ser perfeccionista, porque ninguém é perfeito.


A auto-critica.
Ninguém para além de nós valoriza a nossa auto-critica.


As mulheres.
Desvalorizam o que acham que já lhes pertence a priori.


Os homens.
Emoções impulsivas, e razão explosiva.



Que contrariem, não só pela voz, estas verdades, os que delas quiserem fazer mentiras.


REflexões...

Corta essa!

PRAGAx4

Saturday, December 24, 2005

everyone alive wants answers

Hi everyone, even not special for me i wish a good christmas to all.
Here is the perfect soundtrack for your free time, that i've been addicted lately: Colleen "everyone alive wants answers". Just chill and enjoy to think about you and the world around you...
http://www.colleenplays.org/

Treasure Map


Ho Ho Ho! Maaaaerry Xmas!! Everybody's happy! Everybody sings along. Everybody this old same stupid song! The indians, maya, siux and the amazon. In Irak, in Iran, in Vietnam. Yupii, I'm so happy 'cause santa claus is everywhere!!


Well, after this few words dedicated to Xmas, I would like to say that everybody is tring to achive the treasure. Doesn't matter witch it is. But. Where's the treasure map? Do you have your own?
And. Are you absolutly sure that you'll find anything?

I think it doesn' matter anyway as long as you take the map with you... ;)

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

-1-to-destroy-every1-


"Porque fazem mal umas ás outras? Porque querem querem querem querem, mas não sabem bem o quê." - Ordnael

There is people concerned about other people hurting each other. There is people concerned about other people hurting them. There is not such a people concerned about others. People hurt each other...FACT

...

E até as verdades, afinal são só meias-verdades!

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Words of advice for young people

Meanwhile, life goes on...

I am sometimes asked if I have any words of advice for young people.
Well, here are a few simple admonitions for young and old, man and beast.

Never interfere in a boy and girl fight.

Beware of whores who say they don't want money. The hell they don't.
What they mean is that they want *more* money; much more, these are
the most expensive whores what can be got.

If you're doing business with a religious son of a bitch, get it in writing;
his word isn't worth shit, not with the good lord telling him how to fuck
you on the deal.

If, after having been exposed to someone's presence, you feel as if
you've lost a quart of plasma, avoid that presence. You need it like you
need pernicious anemia.

We don't like to hear the word "vampire" around here; we're trying to
improve our public image. Building a kindly, avuncular, benevolent
image; "interdependence" is the keyword -- "enlightened
interdependence".

Life in all its rich variety, take a little, leave a little. However, by the
inexorable logistics of the vampiric process they always take more than
they leave -- and why, indeed, should they take any?

Avoid fuck-ups. Fools, I call them. You all know the type -- no matter
how good it sounds, everything they have anything to do with turns into
a disaster. Trouble for themselves and everyone connected with them.
A fool is bad news, and it rubs off -- don't let it rub off on you.

Do not proffer sympathy to the mentally ill; it is a bottomless pit. Tell
them firmly, "I am not paid to listen to this drivel -- you are a terminal
fool!" Otherwise, they make you as crazy as they are.

Above all, avoid confirmed criminals.
They are a special malignant strain of fool.


William S Burroughs

...

Verdade? Não existe. Apenas as verdades.

Friday, December 09, 2005

AMIGOS


Hi. It's good to be here again! From now on i'll not be alone. The family is getting bigger. If also you want to make part of it, just send to me what would be your first post. Chears!

Para os epicuristas mais adormecidos


Das duas formas ["a palavra"] e o [porquê de "a palavra"], o uso da 1ª é obsoleto.
Continuam, porém, a ser primitivas as emoções.

Pequenos napoleões saem do infantário vestidos com a bata aos quadradinhos azuis e brancos.


Grita o pequeno Napoleão com a mão esquerda no bolso, contorcendo a direita no ar, para a sua avó que lhe carrega a mochila e caminha á sua frente envergonhada pela situação:
- Já mandaste em mim uma vez. Acabou-se! Eu não vou á natação!

Sunday, December 04, 2005

This Wasn't Suppose To Burn My Fingers!!!

I WAS PLAYING WITH THIS BOTTLE. I USED ALL KIND OF BASES TO NEUTRALISE THE ACID. HOWEVER I BURNED THE FINGERS TILL THE BONE! I'M CHRISTIAN NOW. WITH MY FAITH I HOPE TO HAVE NEW FINGERS. JUST NEED TO SEE THE WAY TO CHURCH. AND THEN I CAN PRAY. I TOOK MY FINGERS ACCIDENTALLY TO MY EYES. AND NOW I'M BLIND.