sexta-feira, agosto 31, 2012

Pensamientos (de Nicanor Parra)



Qué es el hombre
                                se pregunta Pascal:
Una potencia de exponente cero.
Nada
            si se compara con el todo
Todo
          si se compara con la nada:
Nacimiento más muerte:
Ruido multiplicado por silencio:
Medio aritmético entre el todo y la nada.

domingo, agosto 19, 2012

Caracola (By Lorca)

"Me han traído una caracola.

Dentro le canta
un mar de mapa.
Mi corazón
se llena de agua
con pececillos
de sombra y plata.

Me han traído una caracola."
 
FEDERICO  GARCIA LORCA 

quarta-feira, agosto 08, 2012

faz sentido?

Hoje sonhei com uma mesquita junguiana.

quinta-feira, agosto 02, 2012

Devaneio

A morte sempre está presente. A morte sempre. A morte sempre está. Bendita a morte que sempre está presente.

quarta-feira, agosto 01, 2012

Medication (by MODEST MOUSE)

This is the part of me that needs medication
This is the part of me that believes in heaven
This is the part of me that thinks outer space is all dead
This is the part of me that wishes it was with it
This is the part of me that's trying to be funny
This is the part of me that loves my parents
This is the part of me that thinks that ants are cavemen
This is the part of me that thinks all humans are ants
This is the part of me that learns from sitcoms
This is the part of me that means nothing

And I don't know
Where I could go away and you could wish
That I had stayed or just stayed gone
And I don't know
And I don't know at all
So, out of the context and into what you meant
And you know your reasons
You don't know who you are
But you know who you want to be
I don't know
So you go to the library to get yourself a book
And you look and you look
But you didn't find anything to read
And I don't know at all

Left all my kinder parts rusting and peeling
That guy was complaining as he looked at the ceiling
My nose isn't that big, it looks nothing like me
We're all doctors trading sadness for numbness
Grass looks much greener but it's green-painted cement
The mayor's machines are there cleaning the pavement
You can't make dirt clean so we'll just lemon-scent it