'Sempre foste tu que estiveste cá! Adoro encontrar-te uns dias depois!'wishful thinking
1 Comments escrito por purita on quarta-feira, novembro 23, 2005 at 10:46 da manhã.
'Tears streamin' down on your face
I promise you I will learn from the mistakes
Tears streamin' down on your face
And I
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you.'
frases famosas # 12
2 Comments escrito por purita on segunda-feira, novembro 21, 2005 at 2:50 da tarde.
'adoro a forma como dizes beijinho ao telefone:
até logo, beijinho, beijinho, beijinho, beijinho...'
- I've got a really great compliment for you, and it's true.
- I'm so afraid you're about to say something awful.
- Don't be pessimistic, it's not your style. Okay, here I go: Clearly, a mistake.
- I'm so afraid you're about to say something awful.
- Don't be pessimistic, it's not your style. Okay, here I go: Clearly, a mistake.
I've got this, what - ailment? My doctor, a shrink that I used to go to all the time, he says that in fifty or sixty percent of the cases, a pill really helps.
I *hate* pills, very dangerous thing, pills. Hate. I'm using the word "hate" here, about pills. Hate. My compliment is, that night when you came over and told me that you would never... well, you were there, you know what you said.
Well, my compliment to you is, the next morning, I started taking the pills.
- I don't quite get how that's a compliment for me.
- You make me want to be a better man.
- ...That's maybe the best compliment of my life.
- Well, maybe I overshot a little, because I was aiming at just enough to keep you from walking out.
- I don't quite get how that's a compliment for me.
- You make me want to be a better man.
- ...That's maybe the best compliment of my life.
- Well, maybe I overshot a little, because I was aiming at just enough to keep you from walking out.
ps. [sigh]
frases famosas # 11
2 Comments escrito por purita on quinta-feira, novembro 17, 2005 at 5:01 da tarde.
corta-me o coração...
'mas quando o fizeres, manda com aviso de recepção,
para me veres uma última vez'
'mas quando o fizeres, manda com aviso de recepção,
para me veres uma última vez'
Tudo o que escolhemos impomos aos outros. É de um egoísmo atroz pensar que aquilo que decidimos (in)conscientemente só nos atinge a nós.
O que me intriga é o momento exacto da escolha, aquele segundo de sim ou não.
O que me intriga é o momento exacto da escolha, aquele segundo de sim ou não.
O que se sente nesse momento? O que passa pela cabeça?
Tu, nós, tu, nós...tu.
Chego à conclusão que o amor nunca é forte o suficiente...
De facto, não dormi assim lá muito bem hoje.
ps.estado do coração:ameixa seca.
Tu, nós, tu, nós...tu.
Chego à conclusão que o amor nunca é forte o suficiente...
De facto, não dormi assim lá muito bem hoje.
ps.estado do coração:ameixa seca.
sudoku* para dois
5 Comments escrito por purita on quinta-feira, novembro 10, 2005 at 12:02 da tarde.
'Ama como a estrada começa.'Mário Cesariny de Vasconcelos
ps. * - o que a mim me parece o desafio mais inconcebível de vir a realizar plenamente.
frases famosas # 10
7 Comments escrito por purita on terça-feira, novembro 08, 2005 at 3:43 da tarde.
"secaste-me a boca. O que tencionas fazer para resolver o assunto?""oh, fácil, encher-te de beijos"
...a las instrucciones para dar cuerda al reloj
Piensa en esto: cuando te regalan un reloj te regalan un pequeño infierno florido, una cadena de rosas, un calabozo de aire.
No te dan solamente el reloj, que los cumplas muy felices y esperamos que te dure porque es de buena marca, suizo con áncora de rubíes;
no te regalan solamente ese menudo picapedrero que te atarás a la muñeca y pasearás contigo.
Te regalan —no lo saben, lo terrible es que no lo saben—, te regalan un nuevo pedazo frágil y precario de ti mismo, algo que es tuyo pero no es tu cuerpo, que hay que atar a tu cuerpo con su correa como un bracito desesperado colgándose de tu muñeca.
Te regalan la necesidad de darle cuerda todos los días, la obligación de darle cuerda para que siga siendo un reloj;
te regalan la obsesión de atender a la hora exacta en las vitrinas de las joyerías, en el anuncio por la radio, en el servicio telefónico.
Te regalan el miedo de perderlo, de que te lo roben, de que se te caiga al suelo y se rompa.
Te regalan su marca, y la seguridad de que es una marca mejor que las otras, te regalan la tendencia de comparar tu reloj con los demás relojes.
No te regalan un reloj, tú eres el regalado, a ti te ofrecen para el cumpleaños del reloj.
julio cortázar, mas com ajuda, por inspiração.
Piensa en esto: cuando te regalan un reloj te regalan un pequeño infierno florido, una cadena de rosas, un calabozo de aire.
No te dan solamente el reloj, que los cumplas muy felices y esperamos que te dure porque es de buena marca, suizo con áncora de rubíes;
no te regalan solamente ese menudo picapedrero que te atarás a la muñeca y pasearás contigo.
Te regalan —no lo saben, lo terrible es que no lo saben—, te regalan un nuevo pedazo frágil y precario de ti mismo, algo que es tuyo pero no es tu cuerpo, que hay que atar a tu cuerpo con su correa como un bracito desesperado colgándose de tu muñeca.
Te regalan la necesidad de darle cuerda todos los días, la obligación de darle cuerda para que siga siendo un reloj;
te regalan la obsesión de atender a la hora exacta en las vitrinas de las joyerías, en el anuncio por la radio, en el servicio telefónico.
Te regalan el miedo de perderlo, de que te lo roben, de que se te caiga al suelo y se rompa.
Te regalan su marca, y la seguridad de que es una marca mejor que las otras, te regalan la tendencia de comparar tu reloj con los demás relojes.
No te regalan un reloj, tú eres el regalado, a ti te ofrecen para el cumpleaños del reloj.
julio cortázar, mas com ajuda, por inspiração.
I'm running out of time
I'm out of step and closing down and
Never sleep for wanting hours
The empty hours of greed and uselessly
Always the need to feel again the real belief
Of something more than mockery
If only I could fill my heart with love
closedown, the cure
normalmente, quem publica letras de canções não espera que a leiam, até porque eu já li e sei o que (me) diz!
(que tal esta forma de pressionar alguém a ler?)
'I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they're real
I've been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures are
All I can feel
Remembering
You standing quiet in the rain
As I ran to your heart to be near
And we kissed as the sky fell in
Holding you close
How I always held close in your fear
Remembering
You running soft through the night
You were bigger and brighter and wider than snow
And screamed at the make-believe
Screamed at the sky
And you finally found all your courage
To let it all go
Remembering
You fallen into my arms
Crying for the death of your heart
You were stone white
So delicate
Lost in the cold
You were always so lost in the dark
Remembering
You how you used to be
Slow drowned
You were angels
So much more than everything
Hold for the last time then slip away quietly
Open my eyes
But I never see anything
If only I'd thought of the right words
I could have held on to your heart
If only I'd thought of the right words
I wouldn't be breaking apart
All my pictures of you
Looking so long at these pictures of you
But I never hold on to your heart
Looking so long for the words to be true
But always just breaking apart
My pictures of you
There was nothing in the world
That I ever wanted more
Than to feel you deep in my heart
There was nothing in the world
That I ever wanted more
Than to never feel the breaking apart
All my pictures of you'
pictures of you, the cure
é tempo de deixar ir...
(que tal esta forma de pressionar alguém a ler?)
'I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they're real
I've been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures are
All I can feel
Remembering
You standing quiet in the rain
As I ran to your heart to be near
And we kissed as the sky fell in
Holding you close
How I always held close in your fear
Remembering
You running soft through the night
You were bigger and brighter and wider than snow
And screamed at the make-believe
Screamed at the sky
And you finally found all your courage
To let it all go
Remembering
You fallen into my arms
Crying for the death of your heart
You were stone white
So delicate
Lost in the cold
You were always so lost in the dark
Remembering
You how you used to be
Slow drowned
You were angels
So much more than everything
Hold for the last time then slip away quietly
Open my eyes
But I never see anything
If only I'd thought of the right words
I could have held on to your heart
If only I'd thought of the right words
I wouldn't be breaking apart
All my pictures of you
Looking so long at these pictures of you
But I never hold on to your heart
Looking so long for the words to be true
But always just breaking apart
My pictures of you
There was nothing in the world
That I ever wanted more
Than to feel you deep in my heart
There was nothing in the world
That I ever wanted more
Than to never feel the breaking apart
All my pictures of you'
pictures of you, the cure
é tempo de deixar ir...
"se estou contigo, é só contigo que estou!"
