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They say an end can be a start

Feels like I’ve been buried yet I’m still alive
It’s like a bad day that never ends
I feel the chaos around me
A thing I don’t try to deny
I’d better learn to accept that
There are things in my life I can’t control”

I must be in love with this woman, Sumire realized with a start. No mistake about it. Ice is cold; roses are red; I’m in love. And this love is about to carry me off somewhere. This current’s too overpowering; I don’t have any choice. It may very well be a special place, some place I’ve never seen before. Danger may be lurking there, something that may end up wounding me deeply, fatally. I might end up losing everything. But there’s no turning back. I can only go with the flow. Even if it means I’ll be burned up, gone forever.” (Haruki Murakami, em Sputnik Sweetheart).


Fica bem com: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zyFzpBAZICc&ob=av2e

"Old at heart but I’m only 28
And I’m much too young
To let love break my heart
Young at heart but it’s getting much too late
To find ourselves so far apart

I don’t know how you’re s’posed
To find me lately
An what more could tou ask from me
How could you say that I never needed you
When you took everything
Said you took everything from me

Young at heart an it gets so hard to wait
When no one I know can seem to help me now
Old at heart but I musn’t hesitate
If I’m to find my own way out

Still talkin’ to myself
and nobody’s home
(Alone)


When I find out all the reasons
Maybe I’ll find another way
Find another day
With all the changing seasons of my life
Maybe I’ll get it right next time


Well I jumped into the river
Too many times to make it home
I’m out here on my own, an drifting all alone
If it doesn’t show give it time
To read between the lines
'Cause I see the storm getting closer
And the waves they get so high
Seems everything We’ve ever known’s here
Why must it drift away and die

I’ll never find anyone to replace you
Guess I’ll have to make it thru, this time- Oh this time
Without you

I know the storm was getting closer
And all my friends said I was high
But everything we’ve ever known’s here
I never wanted it to die” (Guns n’ Roses)

Turbilhão

Lá do fundo de mim um monte de coisa se revoltou e revolveu hoje. Pra me lembrar, talvez, que algumas coisas foram feitas pra nunca acabar - ou pra durar pra sempre. Por mais que doa, por mais que consuma, por mais que cegue eu prefiro ter comigo essas lembranças, essas sensações, esses detalhes nada ínfimos do que um dia foi o tempo mais incrível e mais significativo da minha vida. Isso é meu - e só meu - e vai ser sempre. Saudade do que foi, do que podia ter sido e das coisas que eu não tive tempo de dizer/fazer/ser. 

Turbilhão. 

 

Fixo instantes súbitos que trazem em si a própria morte e outros nascem - fixo os instantes de metamorfose e é de terrível beleza a sua seqüência e concomitância.
Agora está amanhecendo e a aurora é de neblina branca nas areias da praia. Tudo é meu, então. Mal toco em alimentos, não quero me despertar para além do despertar do dia. Vou crescendo
com o dia que ao crescer me mata certa vaga esperança e me obriga a olhar cara a cara o duro sol. A ventania sopra e desarruma os meus papéis. Ouço esse vento de gritos, estertor de pássaro aberto em oblíquo vôo. E eu aqui me obrigo à severidade de uma linguagem tensa, obrigo-me à nudez de um esqueleto branco que está livre de humores. Mas o esqueleto é livre de vida e enquanto vivo me estremeço toda. Não conseguirei a nudez final. E ainda não a quero, ao que parece.
Esta é a vida vista pela vida. Posso não ter sentido mas é a mesma falta de sentido que tem a veia que pulsa. (Clarice Lispector - Água Viva)
Pra ouvir: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZqPoriYXho&ob=av2e

“He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know how to live. Each new thing he encountered in life impelled him in a direction that fully convinced him of its rightness, but then the next new thing loomed up and impelled him in the opposite direction, which also felt right. There was no controlling narrative: he seemed to himself a purely reactive pinball in a game whose only object was to stay alive for staying alive’s sake.”  (Jonathan Franzen, Freedom)

Pra ouvir: http://tinyurl.com/yfmr9wo

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