10 Things I hate about You

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Kat Stratford, 10 Things I hate about you

Bem, eu peço desculpa mas esta época do Natal faz-me confusão, principalmente todas aquelas músicas cujas letras revelam uma enorme hipocrisia, pregando que o mundo está bem quando na verdade todas as pessoas sabem que não está.
Apetece-me contrariar as tendências sazonais. Aqui vai,

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"Remember, remember (...)"

"Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot... But what of the man? I know his name was Guy Fawkes and I know, in 1605, he attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament. But who was he really? What was he like? We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten, but 400 years later, an idea can still change the world. I've witnessed first hand the power of ideas, I've seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them... but you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it... ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love... And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man... A man that made me remember the Fifth of November. A man that I will never forget. "
Evey Hammond, V for Vendetta

Questionnaire

Q. How do you do?
A. Like a bear in the Zoo.
Q. Why should that be?
A. That world is not free.
Q. Must it always be so?
A. No.
With our hearts and our brains
We will tear off its chains.
Q. You write poems, why?
A. Because I am shy.
In real life I conceal
Everything that I feel,
But in poems I shout
And my feelings fly out.
Q. Why do you write in verse at all?
A. I would rather jump than crawl.
My tongue would rather sing than talk
And my feet would sooner dance than walk.
Q. What’s the difference between a walker and a dancer?
A. Love is the answer.
Q. Why do you write?
A. For the love of life
And my friends, my animals,
My children and my wife.
I am lucky and happy –
Q. But how do you do?
A. Like a bear who dreams he is not in the Zoo.

Adrian Mitchell

Parabéns a ti, meu irmão...

O mais provável é tu nunca leres isto, mas aqui vai...


"Parabéns a você, nesta data querida, muitas felicidades, muitos anos de vida. Hoje é dia d festa cantam as nossas almas, para o meu maninho, uma salva de palmas!"


Mano, onde quer que tu estejas, espero que saibas que gosto muito de ti, és o meu irmão, e que espero que estejas bem....


Muito amor da tua irmã...

Muitos sentimentos, muitas questões, uma imagem...

Persistência da memória, Salvador Dalí, 1931

Rainy Day

It’s a rainy day.
The sky is clouded
And dark.
A lightning strikes,
Again and again,
But never twice
On the same place.

I’m sitting on my bed,
My mind wandering around,
Directionless.
Until…

I’m suddenly struck
By a reasonable doubt.

Where is it raining?
Outside…
Or inside?

Cátia Ribeiro