No fundo somos um blog de conversas de sofá, é o que nos apetece no momento.
Cuidado para não entornar o copo de vinho tinto.
Põe a música mais alta. Hummmmm, tiramisu...
quinta-feira, janeiro 14, 2010
Where The Wild Things Are
Algo perto do sublime sem nunca (e seria tão fácil) cair no ridículo, habita os mundos da fantasia e da realidade, e combina algo profundamente simples entre ambos.
Ah pois, a banda sonora da Karen O (Yeah Yeah Yeahs) é absolutamente fantástica.
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Maria
disse...
When the child was a child, It was the time for these questions: Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here, and why not there? When did time begin, and where does space end? Is life under the sun not just a dream? Is what I see and hear and smell not just an illusion of a world before the world? Given the facts of evil and people. does evil really exist? How can it be that I, who I am, didn’t exist before I came to be, and that, someday, I, who I am, will no longer be who I am?
Peter Handke - Song of Childhood in, Wings of Desire
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When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell
not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Given the facts of evil and people.
does evil really exist?
How can it be that I, who I am,
didn’t exist before I came to be,
and that, someday, I, who I am,
will no longer be who I am?
Peter Handke - Song of Childhood in, Wings of Desire
A simplicidade da audácia.
Beijo,
Smiles on thee, on me, on all,
Who became an infant small;
Infant smiles are his own smiles;
Heaven and earth to peace beguiles.
[William Blake]
"A sorte ajuda os ananazes.", nas palavras do nosso amigo Tó Pê.
Beijo-te,
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