quero abraço apertado
beijo molhado
mão de afago
voz de acalento
colo.
porque sou eu
carência,
que nunca
se satisfaz.
sempre sujeita
ao querer mais.

quando está tudo bem, falta inspiração. quando estou na pior, ela chega de uma maneira súbita, impetuosa, mas acompanhada de uma tristeza sem igual. eu nao consigo enxergar benefício em ter inspiração e a felicidade estar ausente, ou o contrário. eu não posso simplesmente ser feliz e meu lado artístico desabrochar? ora! clichê! há sempre essa ânsia em colocar tudo nas linhas, rodapés, pedaços de papéis inválidos, quando o meu coraçao se cansa...
 repito, clichê!

Leminski 2

“Pessoas deviam poder evaporar 
quando quisessem 
não deixar por aí
lembranças pedaços carcaças 
gotas de sangue caveiras esqueletos 
e esses apertos no coração
que não me deixam dormir...”

Leminski

“O caminho que eu escolhi é o do amor. Não importam as dores, as angústias, nem as decepções que eu vou ter que encarar. Escolhi ser verdadeira. No meu caminho, o abraço é apertado, o aperto de mão é sincero, por isso não estranhe a minha maneira de sorrir, de te desejar o bem. É só assim que eu enxergo a vida, e é só assim que eu acredito que valha a pena viver.”

Clarice Lispector

thoughts

fugir é muito cômodo.
se arrepender de ter tentado é muito prático.
ficar dói.
as pessoas nao sabem ser par. eu nao sei ser ímpar.

Ride

(Lana Del Rey)

[Music video spoken introduction:]

I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer.
At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them.
Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.
I was a singer - not a very popular one,
I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.
But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living, they asked me why - but there's no use in talking to people who have home.
They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lay your head.
I was always an unusual girl.
My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean...
And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying...
Because I was born to be the other woman.
Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.
Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.

I've been out on that open road
You can be my full time daddy,
White and gold
Singing blues has been getting old
You can be my full time baby,
Hot or cold

Don't break me down
I've been travelin' too long
I've been trying too hard
With one pretty song

I hear the birds on the summer breeze,
I drive fast, I am alone in the night
Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble,
but I, I've got a war in my mind
So, I just ride, just ride,
I just ride, just ride

Dying young and I'm playing hard
That's the way my father made his life an art
Drink all day and we talk 'til dark
That's the way the road dogs do it – ride 'til dark.

Don't leave me now
Don't say good bye
Don't turn around
Leave me high and dry

I hear the birds on the summer breeze,
I drive fast, I am alone in the night
Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble,
but I, I've got a war in my mind
I just ride, just ride,
I just ride, just ride

I'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy
I'm tired of driving 'til I see stars in my eyes
It's all I've got to keep myself sane, baby
So I just ride, I just ride

I hear the birds on the summer breeze,
I drive fast, I am alone in the night
Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble,
but I, I've got a war in my mind
I just ride, just ride,
I just ride, I just ride

[Music video spoken ending:]
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people, and finally I did on the open road.
We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art.
Live fast. Die young. Be wild. And have fun.
I believe in the country America used to be.
I believe in the person I want to become.
I believe in the freedom of the open road.
And my motto is the same as ever:
"I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself I ride, I just ride."
Who are you?
Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
I have. I am fucking crazy.
But I am free.

né por nada nao, mas levar um pé na bunda é uma das piores coisas do mundo, né?
ainda mais quando o pé na bunda é cheio de elogios, 'o problema sou eu' e 'vamos ser amigos'....
nao tem nem o que falar...
dóóói...

aiai.. eu e minha vidinha forever alone with 47 cats... :/

Bolo!

wooohoooo

I want you

(audio The Beatles)

I want you

I want you so bad

I want you

I want you so bad

It's driving me mad

It's driving me mad

I want you

I want you so bad, babe

I want you

I want you so bad

It's driving me mad

It's driving me mad

I want you

I want you so bad, babe

I want you

I want you so bad

It's driving me mad

It's driving me mad

I want you

I want you so bad

I want you

I want you so bad

It's driving me mad

It's driving me mad

She's so heavy

Heavy, heavy, heavy

Delicious

I would taste you up and down,

From the top of you to your base,

Nibble your ticklish places,

Then kiss the smile upon your face.

I would pull you with sweet longing,

To where only you could see,

And place the deepest parts of me,

Warmly within your reach.

You would fold yourself in my safety,

Wrap yourself in my love,

You would feel my passion enclose on you,

And I would fit you like a glove.

I would fill your soul with nourishment,

That only a good woman provides,

You would release all your secrets into me,

And I would hold them safely inside.

You would kiss me and whisper so sweetly,

That from me you will never part,

And gently, eyes down, I would offer to you

The last piece of my heart.

© 2013

Ruby Honeytip

Wild Thing

(audio by Jimi Hendrix live)

Wild thing you make my heart sing
You make everything groovy, wild thing

Wild thing, I think I love you
But I wanna know for sure
Come on, hold me tight, I love you

Wild thing you make my heart sing
You make everything groovy, wild thing

Wild thing, I think you move me
But I wanna know for sure
So come on and hold me tight, you move me

Wild thing you make my heart sing
You make everything groovy, wild thing
Oh come on babe, come on wild thing
Shake it, shake it wild thing

Songwriter
Taylor, Chip

“É impossível se livrar das saudades porque é impossível se livrar da memória. Você não pode se livrar daquilo que amou. (…) É totalmente humano, então, ser nostálgico, e a única coisa a solução é aprender a conviver com a saudade. Talvez, por sorte nossa, a saudade possa se transformar, de uma coisa depressiva e triste, numa pequena faísca que nos impulsione para o novo, para nos entregar a outro amor, outra cidade, a outro tempo, que talvez seja melhor ou pior, não importa, mas será diferente.”

Trilogia Suja de Havana, Pedro Juan Gutierrez

Hazel Eyes

The Darkness

audio

I hail from the flatlands of East Anglia
A town that once could boast prosperity
She had trekked for many moons from a land afar
But the cruel nets had emptied the northen sea

And she said "hoots, I cannae get back tae
me hoos in bonny Scotland"

Girl with the hazel eyes - Aaaaah!
Girl with the hazel eyes - Aaaaah!

The elements had taken their toll on her
Her face was weather beaten and her hair greasy
I had never seen a set of eyes more hazelerer
And a tear did fall as she looked up at me

And she said "hoots, I cannae get back tae
me hoos in bonny Scotland"

Girl with the hazel eyes - Aaaaah!
Girl with the hazel eyes - Aaaaah!

I shall travel with thee
For to see your folks in Scotland
With their blessing, on one knee
I shall ask for your left hand

Girl with the hazel eyes - Aaaaah! 

I shall travel with thee
For to see your folks in Scotland
With their blessing, on one knee
I shall ask for your left hand

quer partir logo pro the end? pensa comigo, qualquer palestra de bacana que se deu bem na vida começa com “no mundo atribulado de hoje”, depois segue com algum dramazinho pessoal levemente cômico e voilà! você pode ter a receita do sucesso que justifique as 650 pilas que você investiu no falatório e sair feliz da vida porque, além de tudo, teve direito a um brunch. então, minha proposta é: vamos direto às tortillas. todo o resto, meu querido, são preliminares do fim. vai ser aquela mesmice que une o “oh, estamos apaixonados e dessa vez vai ser diferente” ao “a gente precisa conversar”. aí é aquele inferno de procurar palavras, construções gramaticais que amenizem a merda toda, referências a uma infância problemática, você merece coisa melhor que eu e blablablá. ninguém mais tem saco pra isso. e aquela parte da tristeza, então? as pessoas começam a te dar tapinhas nas costas com aquele olhar de comiseração e, porra, isso é chato pra caramba. e a gente começa a ler histórias de desgraças em algum canto do mundo pra se sentir menos miserável. mas a verdade é: não adianta nada. a coisa é tipo vírus, que tem lá seu período de incubação, seguido por sintomas escabrosos, até que uma hora ele simplesmente se manda. o que a gente aprende disso tudo? porra nenhuma. e então, vai mesmo me pagar esse drink?

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