sexta-feira, maio 27, 2016

domingo, maio 22, 2016

MASP - Modigliani


“Rome is not outside me, but inside me.. Her feverish sweetness, her tragic countryside, her own beauty and harmony, all these are mine, for my thought and my work.”

sexta-feira, maio 20, 2016

Empezar por Buenos Aires?


Ando medio Manzanero...



"Cuando camino por la calle
y del brazo vas conmigo,
me vuelves loco,
y cuando siento el sonido de tu risa
que me vende tu alegría,
me vuelves loco."

quarta-feira, maio 18, 2016

Self reflection? (I'm really not against technology)

What for?

We are customizing our lives. No time for having a good time and real conversations with our firends and our beloved ones.

Angústia



"El desierto crece: ¡ay de aquel que dentro de sí cobija desiertos!"
Nietzsche

Ser faltante. Um projeto infinito enquanto duro. "Um ser cujo ser consiste em compreender?" Um ser criativo ou curioso? Um sonhador generoso e atencioso, porém sempre ansioso e desajeitado. Idealista logo pouco prático. Frívolo  e leviano em relação a alguns assuntos.

terça-feira, maio 17, 2016

Why pleasure makes me feel guilty?



Because I'm too old for that. I was suppose to have more duties and headaches. I'm supposed to have more bills to pay and children to feed, to raise, and care. Learning more about human nature? Or not having anytime to learn about anything?
Why we go on?
Is this whole thing just a game?
Is it just a trip?
Are we living under pressure of social constructions, only?
Cronópio? Ou Fama? Blending Famas e Cronópios?
Is it just a bunch of stories?

segunda-feira, maio 16, 2016

Know yourself

... what we want, how we feel and why we react as we do...
(Tina en la azotea - Edward Weston)

segunda-feira, maio 09, 2016

Paula C.

Queria escrever a canção mais bonita pra vc, pro seu corpo, sua alma, sua inteligência, pro seu sorriso pra tuas coxas, pra sua risada, pro teus seios... mas nasci numa nação que fala português...então vai ser mais difícil...

domingo, maio 01, 2016

Constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating, is it?



Why do I fall in love with every woman I see who shows me the least bit of attention?


I dreamt about you last night but...

Constantly facebooking isn't necessarily communicating. I feel isolated: Connected, but alone? I share therefore I am, really? No one is listening to me, isn't it? We are losing our touch, building a desert, perhaps. Love and sex must not belong together: Keep up smilling cause when you're smilling the whole world smiles with you.