terça-feira, 30 de julho de 2013

lógica

Ora, só os livres podem construir a sociedade dos livres.

(e só o Amor liberta)

segunda-feira, 29 de julho de 2013

as estrelas se alinham

hoje é, de fato, um dia de maior claridade.
a claridade é tanta que não vejo mais, só sinto.

é a Vontade e o Pensamento que fluem, despidos de tudo que os possa contaminar.

a epifania da vida

(era meio óbvio, mas as fichas custam a cair)

sábado, 27 de julho de 2013

gullible

is the only word that is not in the dictionary.

- omg, for realz?

sábado, 20 de julho de 2013

gray

cause no other color really captures it all

quarta-feira, 17 de julho de 2013

Dear Jesus (whatever your real name is), there are a couple things I need to get off my chest. I know our relationship has been through a lot, but I want you to know I really feel for that. I honestly thought I was doing the right thing and, stubborn as you fucking made me, I stand by it. I'm well aware I compromised the most beautiful thing I had ever had just to feel better about myself - and that is quite selfish, I admit. But I believe it was just a bump on the road. I'll be back on track. And for a long time I trusted myself, and myself alone, to do it. Again, I always felt that was the right thing to do. But stubborn as I may be, I'm not stupid, you know (and that's also thanks to you. And I really appreciate that!). I realize it now. It's not about how I live my life. It's just about letting you be a part of it. It's about accepting your love, knowing that, even though I might not feel worthy of it, I am. You made me perfect in my own way and I don't think I ever said I'm grateful for that. Tonight, I just want to say thank you. For everything. And sorry for taking so long to do this.

sexta-feira, 5 de julho de 2013

um dia desses

o mundo vai acordar diferente. vai acordar do avesso.
talvez nesse dia eu levante da cama.

quinta-feira, 4 de julho de 2013

marchinha

chiquita bacana, lá da martinica,
se veste com uma casca de banana nanica.
não usa vestido, não usa calção...
inverno, pra ela, é pleno verão!
existencialista - com toda razão -
só faz o que manda o seu coração