No dia em que chegámos a esta estação...

...nunca partimos.

vs

Vermelho

"...espírito de contradição, tendência à mitomania e à mentira, impulsividade, gosto pelo devaneio, propensões eróticas e ciumentas..."
DUNKER, CRISTIAN INGO LENZ, A Loucura Histérica e a Psicose, revista Mental, Novembro 2006, número 005, pág 58



chamam-lhe: loucura histérica
eu chamo-lhe: paixão

Coloured Flowers, please!

Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away,
As with your shadow I these did play.
More Flowers I noted, yet I none could see
But sweet or colour it had stol'n from thee.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Sunday monster

Yeah it's coming
Out of this world
Yeah, I'm lucky
Lucky girl

What a monsta
What a night
What a lover
What a fight

Hell ain't half full
Take me with you

Meet Ze Monsta PJ HARVEY

Tchékhov, a lágrima e o riso

... Onde há arte, onde há talento,
não há velhice,
nem solidão,
nem doença,
e até a morte
é só por metade...
O Conto do Cisne SVETLOVÍDOV

www.aescoladanoite.pt/paginas/012-disponiveis.html

Sonnet LVI

SWEET LOVE, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd,
To-morrow sharpen'd in his former might:
So, love, be thou; although to-day thou fill
Thy hungry eyes even till they wink with fullness,
To-morrow see again, and do not kill
The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness.
(...)

The Sonnets
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Camadas gráficas. Amores perfeitos.

Came there for cure and this by that I prove,
Love’s fire heats water, water cools not love.

The Sonnets
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

–Porque é que nunca me ofereceste um vestido?

– Porque na dança não há bis.





(foto JB)

E então?

Vamos fazer arroz de lulas?

Assim:

não consigo viver em mim.

Querida Insónia

Queridos amores perdidos.
Queridos amigos por quem estou loucamente apaixonada.
Eterna e terrena paixão!
simples

Caroline diz assim:

E a Lisa:



Take the dream glasses off
And see again

P

Luzinha que só se vê pelo canto do olho...
Que desaparece quando viramos a cara para a ver...
bof
Nunca mais estou viva.
Nem tu.

To love is to... what?
fuck you
and marry me young!

Oblivion

There was this place
Before you left
That was the storyteller

I’ll miss you forever
But all along I want to go
Into oblivion
LISA GERMANO

O que nos diz Lisa sobre um dia assim?

Hey hey
It’s just a rainy day

Hey hey
It’s just a lonely day
I was so sure
Love would be the cure
But you’ve gone wrong you used to play along
I will love you when I am
So cool just the way I can

After winter
Comes another storm

It’s the color of remembering
And the weirdness of forgetting
In the shiver in the freaking out
See the live ones see ‘em taking off
It’s the color of happy endings
In another world beginning
In the could time
In the maybe world

I was thinking I might like it there
In the future I was wondering
How many birds you’re gonna bring me?

LISA GERMANO After monday; In the maybe world

let me hear you scream, if you want some more

baby! it's your turn.

V day T pen

Querido:

Por favor não demores.
Que, para além do céu, também o meu coração já se rasga.

E a casa do mundo reaparece em seguida

Chasing a bluer sky

I'm still here, by this river

Through the day
As if on an ocean
Waiting here,
Always failing to remember why we came:
I wonder why we came.

You talk to me
as if from a distance
And I reply
With impressions chosen from another time.
BRIAN ENO

Some girls are bigger than other

As anthony said to cleopatra
As he opened a crate of ale

Adventures in Wonderland

Anon, to sudden silence won,
In fancy they pursue
The dream-child moving through a land
Of wonders wild and new,
In friendly chat with bird or beast–
And half believe is true.


And ever, as the story drained
The wells of fancy dry,
And faintly strove that weary one
To put the subject by,
"The rest next time–" "It is next time!"
The happy voices cry.
LEWIS CARROLL

A cor do tempo não é esta

Memórias do presente

Revejo fotografias minhas e percebo, pelo desenho do olhar, o momento exacto em que deixei de ser feliz. E esta dor não me deixa esquecer que houve alturas em que não existiu. E isso torna-a ainda mais forte. Lembra-me de mim.
"E lembro-me tão bem do teu sorriso."
"E lembro-me muito bem do meu riso."

Figueira

Olhos d'Agua

Maxime