love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love an´ picnic

MY babe and I were at home. Zé is here too, he says we look so cool together, I think he´s right...
but he doesn´t want us haging out with his new date... what a fucken world...?????

dudes haging at the park

Woke up this morning and it seemed to me,
that every night turns out to be
A little more like Bukowski.
And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read.
But God who'd wanna be?
God who'd wanna be such an asshole?
God who'd wanna be?
God who'd wanna be such an asshole?

Well we sat on the edge of the river,
the crowd screamed, "Sacrifice the liver!"
If God takes life, he's an Indian giver.
So tell me now why, you'll tell me never.
Who would wanna be?
Who would wanna be such a control freak?
Well who would wanna be?
Who would wanna be such a control freak?

Well see what you wanna see. You should see it all.
Well take what you want from me. You deserve it all.
Nine times out of ten our hearts just get dissolved.
Well I want a better place or just a better way to fall.

But one time out of ten, everything is perfect for us all.
Well I want a better place or just a better way to fall.
Here we go!

If God controls the land and disease,
keeps a watchful eye on me,
If he's really so damn mighty,
my problem is I can't see,
well who would wanna be?
Who would wanna be such a control freak?
Well who would wanna be?
Who would wanna be such a control freak?

Evil home stereo, what good songs do you know?
Evil me, oh yeah I know, what good curves can you throw?

Well all that icing and all that cake,
I can't make it to your wedding, but I'm sure I'll be at your wake.
You were talk, talk, talk, talkin' in circles that day,
when you get to the point make sure that I'm still awake, OK?

Went to bed and didn't see
why every day turns out to be
a little bit more like Bukowski.
And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read.
But God who'd wanna be?
God who'd wanna be such an asshole?

Vernon God Little

if you think the two forces underlying life in this world are cause and effect, think twice, it might be wealth and poverty, good and evil... and what about your heroes , do they just fuck and kill? GET THIS: vernon god little

I´ve just watched a great movie, directed by G. Clooney. It´s about jornalism and freedom of speech. It tells the story of a news broadcaster Edward Morrow and his crew, and the historical witch hunt propeled by junior Senator M´Cather
Morrow and his crew, after strong evidence, promote a campaign against the well known senator. Nonetheless, this struggle is folowed by tragedy and facts that would never end. They really believe in what they´re doing, but it seems on the whole, they´re fighting against wind mills
( Quixotesque struggle) if they won the battle, they lost the war.By the way, the film is black white, and there are real footage of M´Carther´s trials, scenes which really take you back in the early fifties.

happyness is every single moment that you feel all right, when you laugh at yourself, when you don´t take things too seriously, a hug from an old friend, my girl´s laughter

the tube mesmerizes me, interest rates go up, my savings down, I know I´m gonna die, was it worth it? Who knows, nobody told me, do I have time to read everything I want to, Do I have time to write a book, I want , I need , I Should, These are the verbs which I know by heart

literature & politics & football
images in my mind, they come and go, I´m better on my own, on my words, It´s just a matter of practice and diversity, And you just want to say something , which is probably nothing, but hey look around, there are just empty spaces, besides you´ve never heard this before, I´m on my own then I shoudn´t have talked to you. It feels like nothing, but it´s red, smels like Rimbaud, then again it might be Ginsberg

como falar sobre algo que não conheço? tenho de escrever sobre o aborto.
Abortar é interromper. As causas dessa interrupção podem ser inúmeras e justificáveis. Há apenas uma excessão creio eu.

meet Sophia, born on March 29, she´s adorable (but shifty) SHe wants to be a shrink, that´s what she keeps telling me

babies are born life goes on, she´s gorgeous, aint she?

she´s been here sinceAugust 3, and she´s called Isabella

traffic is humming I´m thinking about my last bite, what did I have? I can´t remember it, traffic flows by floats by I watch people pass by dressed up to work girls pass by I wish I could see trough people, see their innerselves oh I had pasta (tomato sauce and canned tuna)

why do I often feel threatened? somehow I don´t trust myself...I,m very gentle though... my thoughts are creepy I guess I,ve got to write them down. It is essential to draw this "inspiration", "creativity"... It is going to enable me to write.By the way, my students are great, I just need to take it ease now and then... I love teaching, that is one of a few things that I´m positive about it. Oh another thing that I,m one hundred per cent sure is that I love Sponge bob square pants and I hate the orkut

how long has it been? I don´t know,computer problems makes me feel illiterate. new students new expectations, It´s crucial to study them, they´re so different, yet, looking foward to learning this damn thing. there´s a student named Luz isn´t it lovely... I don´t know much but I sure can learn, funny thing: in yiddish the word for "teaching" and "learning" is the same
ando e o vazio comigo, os amigos ficaram pra trás, carrego comigo tijolos nas mãos, não sei pra que servem, se ao menos fossem mil, posso quebrá-los, não há nada há fazer, devo construir, como, nunca fui exímio na alvenaria e nem com palavras(em absolutamente nada), e o vazio em mim

a noite foi feita pra pensar em vc ao redor tudo é silêncio nem os carros eu consigo ouvir tua voz e risada é tudo que sinto elas sim são motivos pra se viver tudo não faz sentido não há sentido há sentimento quero sair daqui e te levar vc pode me levar? tanto faz no fim é vc e eu

tudo muito bem, dia das mães com a flor,D. diana e fernanda. tudo maravilhoso, quando a flor está nos meus braços o mundo fica mais simples e a vida mais gostosa, meu amor é simples como uma flor

Friday I’m in love

A Flor me disse que adora o que eu escrevo, ela disse que era bonito, eu retruquei: bonita era ela; ela não acreditou em mim e sorriu.
Quando a Flor sorri seus lábios formam um arco tão lindo e ficam bicudinhos dum jeito difícil de descrever. A Flor gosta de manga, de qualquer coisa com açúcar, e de suco de manga com açúcar.

"o que me entorpece, enlouquece e me domina
é o brilho contido nos olhos da dançarina
minha heroína
só senti teu cheiro
já me desatina"
miltinho edilberto

minha flor
não gosta de jiló nem de fígado
também não gosta de beijo parmesão
de palmito também não gosta
às vezes ela acorda cedo, mas não gosta
minha flor tem cheiro de flor
gosta de peixe e costelinha, gosta de manga no café
bebe vinho, canelinha e chiboquinha
minha flor é forrozeira, linda e sensual
quando ela gira o mundo para de girar
o brilho dos seus olhos é estonteante
e sua risada da de dez na da Irene