terça-feira, 19 de fevereiro de 2008
segunda-feira, 18 de fevereiro de 2008
Silence of the Lambs
Today was one of those days when you feel lost and small facing this huge world. In front of me is only the third bridge, always shining, as usual. I'm on my knees and I can't pray. The night is only beginning, there's a little piece of the moon in the sky, and a lot of water down in the earth. Somewhere someone's playing the guitar and singing. His voice is not really pretty, it's just a sad voice deep into the night. You can't hear children laughing. That sound that gives us (sometimes) serenity and peace. Children, at this time, are sleeping, they don't make us company. They're just sleeping, pure, and behind their shot eyes, fairies and heroes make colorful dreams.
There's silence and darkness all over. While the sun does not rise, men gets rest. they forget this instant their fights and batails, its despaired effort to make a living. Men dreams, they're giant, they can reach on anything, they dream and they're free. Don't come yet, day. That the illusion lasts a little longer so they won't wake up to the real world yet. That men sleeps, poor, sad, lonely.
I'm on my knees but I don't know who to pray. Far away from here, somewhere, someone cries over someone's death. Always, every dark and lonely night, someone cries over someone's death. Someone I knew since I was a kid, died. I remember now his face, that's gone forever. And the faces walk around my head, from people who are gone away, who've come to me, and those that are gone forever. And I think about other beloved faces, that will also be gone one day. And I greed. What kind of a life is that, after all? That we have to live day by day like it was our last, with the company that crushes the hell out of us, that is knowing that one day... we'll die. Our lives, made of losses and wins. Comes and Goodbyes. Distance and missing. And sometimes of happiness. Well... just so we won't forget how to smile.
There's silence and darkness all over. While the sun does not rise, men gets rest. they forget this instant their fights and batails, its despaired effort to make a living. Men dreams, they're giant, they can reach on anything, they dream and they're free. Don't come yet, day. That the illusion lasts a little longer so they won't wake up to the real world yet. That men sleeps, poor, sad, lonely.
I'm on my knees but I don't know who to pray. Far away from here, somewhere, someone cries over someone's death. Always, every dark and lonely night, someone cries over someone's death. Someone I knew since I was a kid, died. I remember now his face, that's gone forever. And the faces walk around my head, from people who are gone away, who've come to me, and those that are gone forever. And I think about other beloved faces, that will also be gone one day. And I greed. What kind of a life is that, after all? That we have to live day by day like it was our last, with the company that crushes the hell out of us, that is knowing that one day... we'll die. Our lives, made of losses and wins. Comes and Goodbyes. Distance and missing. And sometimes of happiness. Well... just so we won't forget how to smile.
quinta-feira, 20 de dezembro de 2007
Psychiatric Explorations of the Feetus with Needles
acordar 1 da manhã. más notícias. velório. enterro. ficar de babá. sapatos apertados, velhos, rasgados. chinelos. calor. tristeza. depressão. nostalgia. vontade de fugir do mundo. raiva. de volta a velha rotina. levar crianças pra escola. assistir TV. ouvir baboseira e ficar quieto. odiar todo mundo. falta de ar. ataque de pânico. chorar. depressão. nostalgia. saudades. raiva do mundo. pensar besteira. pensar em sexo com gente famosa. assistir TV. andar a pé num calor de 30°. música aleatória. dirigir. trânsito engarrafado. pouca gasolina. pegar crianças na escola. meninos de 12/13/14 anos gostosos. gente maluca. sapataria. bichas bonitas simpáticas. querer o impossível. andróginos. criança encarando. criança berrando. criança chorando. perguntas sem respostas. fome. sono. cansaço. anthony perkins. janet leigh. william boner parece nome de tarado. tele cine vs HBO. ficar sozinho. festa de família. ricos esnobes. depressivos alcólatras. MPB. meninas muito felizes saltitantes. casais muito alegres. visitar casas. gente confusa. gente estranha. assistir filmes. assistir denovo. filmes de terror. filmes de terror antigos (os únicos bons). jornalista gay. ratinho. gugu é um ET. silvio santos. reporter gostoso. loiros. guerra do iraque. guerra. segunda guerra. adolf hitler. quem foi mesmo winston churchill? perguntas babacas. perguntas sem respostas. comer chocolate. diarréia. beber uisque. dor. rock nacional. telefone tocando. mais más notícias. velório. enterro. família reunida. gente chorando. sol. gente que nunca vi na vida. dentista. limpeza de tártaros. dente doendo. gengiva sangrando. gengiva ardendo. fio dental. home alone. nostalgia. paranóia. fotos. babá. envelhecer e fica ranzinza. tristeza. depressão. transtorno bipolar. contar a verdade. dor de cabeça.
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