Poesia prosa

Escrever um romance é romantizar a vida de alguém que não é menos ordinário que você.

Escrever uma biografia é romantizar a sua própria vida, como se ela fosse digna de pena ou admiração.

Escrever um conto é ironizar uma situação que dentro dos moldes convencionais seria considerada patética.

Escrever uma crônica é promover o circo literário; criar um texto com o único objetivo de ser lido.

Talvez o melhor mesmo seja escrever um poema e lê-lo várias vezes por ano, e observar de quantas formas diferentes as letras saltam do papel.

Poesia prosa

Escrever um romance é romantizar a vida de alguém que não é menos ordinário que você.

Escrever uma biografia é romantizar a sua própria vida, como se ela fosse digna de pena ou admiração.

Escrever um conto é ironizar uma situação que dentro dos moldes convencionais seria considerada patética.

Escrever uma crônica é promover o circo literário; criar um texto com o único objetivo de ser lido.

Talvez o melhor mesmo seja escrever um poema e lê-lo várias vezes por ano, e observar de quantas formas diferentes as letras saltam do papel.

Beirut

Dear Beirut,
You have turned my life into an everyday spectacle - thank you all for that!!!

Beirut

Dear Beirut,
You have turned my life into an everyday spectacle - thank you all for that!!!

I will always be untrue

Today I was listening to a wonderful song by The Doors called "I will never be untrue". Then I thought of Jim Morrison, of everything I know about him, and I realised how similar we all are. How much we beg ourselves to act different from yesterday, from last weekend, from ten years ago. God, we do try hard, don't we? But what's the fucking point? We keep screwing up so bad that at a certain moment there's no hope of being better, nicer,  warmer. We promise to behave, to stop drinking, to please, praise and believe, as if it was the only right thing to do. We run against time, try to care, and every day we miss the last bus. Then we cry, get lost, feel confused and eventually conclude it's hopeless to be given a chance anyway.  There's no use in complaining: some people will always get on the next train and take the streets for their best friends. "I will never be untrue" is the most beautiful lie I have ever heard - I can't even be true to myself, for Christ's sake!  Maybe that's what love is all about...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HpxPybwKqKI

I will always be untrue

Today I was listening to a wonderful song by The Doors called "I will never be untrue". Then I thought of Jim Morrison, of everything I know about him, and I realised how similar we all are. How much we beg ourselves to act different from yesterday, from last weekend, from ten years ago. God, we do try hard, don't we? But what's the fucking point? We keep screwing up so bad that at a certain moment there's no hope of being better, nicer,  warmer. We promise to behave, to stop drinking, to please, praise and believe, as if it was the only right thing to do. We run against time, try to care, and every day we miss the last bus. Then we cry, get lost, feel confused and eventually conclude it's hopeless to be given a chance anyway.  There's no use in complaining: some people will always get on the next train and take the streets for their best friends. "I will never be untrue" is the most beautiful lie I have ever heard - I can't even be true to myself, for Christ's sake!  Maybe that's what love is all about...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HpxPybwKqKI

Love me two times

Today I heard such a romantic song that I felt all the odds from our century go away. Such a romantic appeal that for a few seconds I involuntarily closed my eyes and prayed for it to last a little longer... When it happens to you, when you fall in love with a love song, don't feel frustrated for not being that much loved; don't blame the John Doe you've decided to go out with for your misery. Maybe the whole thing is due to lack of practice - and maybe, just maybe, you're not the first one to know. Don't just want the first fella who wants you back. Live... and keep that share of love to yourself. When the time comes, you might need it.

Love me two times

Today I heard such a romantic song that I felt all the odds from our century go away. Such a romantic appeal that for a few seconds I involuntarily closed my eyes and prayed for it to last a little longer... When it happens to you, when you fall in love with a love song, don't feel frustrated for not being that much loved; don't blame the John Doe you've decided to go out with for your misery. Maybe the whole thing is due to lack of practice - and maybe, just maybe, you're not the first one to know. Don't just want the first fella who wants you back. Live... and keep that share of love to yourself. When the time comes, you might need it.

O+

All I really want is to be misunderstood. Mistaken, taken for granted. That's the only way I could be myself and please everyone at the same time. Oh, me! Universal donor who depends on two guys to feed me up...  Not one; not a hundred = fucking hell! Misunderstood AND way too complicated. Two good reasons for you to remember I can no longer give. Time to turn off the lights and leave me alone.

O+

All I really want is to be misunderstood. Mistaken, taken for granted. That's the only way I could be myself and please everyone at the same time. Oh, me! Universal donor who depends on two guys to feed me up...  Not one; not a hundred = fucking hell! Misunderstood AND way too complicated. Two good reasons for you to remember I can no longer give. Time to turn off the lights and leave me alone.

Pleased to meet you

I'm friendly, but I bite.
I'm honest, but I lie.
I'm not simple and sweet
and unfortunately for me
I can't fake it -
I cry to save myself from my dark side.
I love so romantically
that no matter how far Possibility reaches out her hands
they shall never touch my desire.
Every night of my every day
sweet anger
is pumped
into my veins
and what I see
makes me scream
in blind despair;
It should hurt but
I don't seem to care
I've learnt but
I don't seem to change
I wander through life
half-heartless
cool-blooded
like a stray cat
trying to make the world
more interesting for you
than it is for me
by all means -
to cut a long story short:
I sow lust
to harvest success...
and the dirtiest sins.

Pleased to meet you

I'm friendly, but I bite.
I'm honest, but I lie.
I'm not simple and sweet
and unfortunately for me
I can't fake it -
I cry to save myself from my dark side.
I love so romantically
that no matter how far Possibility reaches out her hands
they shall never touch my desire.
Every night of my every day
sweet anger
is pumped
into my veins
and what I see
makes me scream
in blind despair;
It should hurt but
I don't seem to care
I've learnt but
I don't seem to change
I wander through life
half-heartless
cool-blooded
like a stray cat
trying to make the world
more interesting for you
than it is for me
by all means -
to cut a long story short:
I sow lust
to harvest success...
and the dirtiest sins.

She

She claims strong men know how to handle things
She keeps her eyes open when she dreams
She always says "when", never "if"...
I lie down and long to have that kind of belief.

She

She claims strong men know how to handle things
She keeps her eyes open when she dreams
She always says "when", never "if"...
I lie down and long to have that kind of belief.