Olhe ao seu redor. Esfregue os seus gravetos mentais e acenda um fogo. Acorde o macaquinho do sótom-mental. Eles estão lá, estão por toda a parte, e sustentam o seu mundo. É só ver. O que eles significam? Pra mim? Hum... bem... o que eles significam para você? Veja, simplesmente veja-os. Afinal, as maiores viagens também começaram com um único passo.

sexta-feira, setembro 12, 2008

Felicidade nas pequenas coisas






(...)
There are twenty years to go
a golden age I know
but all will pass
will end too fast, you know
There are twenty years to go
and many friends I hope
though some may hold the rose
some hold the rope
And that's the end and that's the start of it
that's the whole and that's the part of it
that's the high and that's the heart of it
that's the long and that's the short of it
that's the best and that's the test in it
that's the doubt, the doubt, trust in it
that's the sight and that's the sound of it
that's the gift and that's the trick in it
You're the truth, not I.
(song: Twenty Years _ Placebo
photo: from the film Blindness _ Fernando Meirelles)

segunda-feira, setembro 08, 2008

The Inner Bitch _ intro

...e Bidget Jones diz:


After Jude had gone _ because she has to get up at 5:45 to do go the gym and see her personal shopper before work starts at 8:30 (mad) _ Sharon and I suddenly were filled with remorse and self-loathing fot not advising Jude simply to get rid of Vile Richard because he was vile. But then, as Sharon pointed out, last time we did that they got back together and she told him everything we'd said in a fit of reconciliatory confession and now it it cripplingly embarrassing very time we see him and he thinks we are the Bitch Queens of Hell _ which, as Jude points out, is a misapprehension because, although we have discovered our Inner Bitches, we have not yet unlocked them.

domingo, setembro 07, 2008

Antíteses 01

Sei que fazer o inconexo aclara as loucuras.

Sou formado em desencontros.

A sensatez me absurda.

Os delírios verbais me terapeutam.

Posso dar alegria ao esgoto (palavra aceita tudo).

(E sei que Baudelaire passou muitos meses tenso

porque não encontrava um título para os seus poemas. Um

título que harminizasse os seus conflitos. Até que apareceu

Flores do Mal. A beleza e a dor. Essa antítese o acalmou.)


As antíteses congraçam.


M.B.
Volte sempre e use filtro solar.