domingo, 28 de abril de 2019

Viver. A idade de começar a viver. Sem cerimónias.

A vida deu-me tudo, o inferno queimou tudo, o céu suspirou tudo, a consciência é tudo. Além de isto tudo, não preciso de nada.

Vivemos num sonho intransigente de não ser sonhado. Então: sonhemos!

quarta-feira, 24 de abril de 2019

Dia após dia, o sol pôe-se, a relva cresce, as conversas à mesa tornam-se mais e mais massudas, as melodias das cantigas antigas.

O horizonte vai vertendo de vermelho veneno. O excedente são lembranças de um crepúsculo tangente, perpétuo à vida em si.

Crescer e tornar-se num moribundo adulto indoutrinado, olhar e ver o mundo envolto de calhamaços, deslustrando de si sentidos éticos e morais até lá preponderantes, o preto juntou a utilidade do respirar com a necessidade de viver sem culpas nos cartórios indianos deste mundo, templos escondidos nas esquinas douradas de becos sem fins visíveis, cheios de deuses mascarados de animais menos, ou mais, selvagens.

Guardem as narrações para os grandes heróis do passado, que por nada terem, nada temerem, tudo merecem.

Nós, pelo contrário, que tudo temos...

No epitáfio, um O.

quarta-feira, 13 de março de 2019

Maybe it's time

"Maybe it's time to let the old ways die
Maybe it's time to let the old ways die
It takes a lot to change a man
Hell, it takes a lot to try
Maybe it's time to let the old ways die"

terça-feira, 26 de fevereiro de 2019

Shallow

"Tell me something, boy
Aren't you tired tryin' to fill that void?
Or do you need more?
Ain't it hard keeping it so hardcore?"

segunda-feira, 14 de janeiro de 2019

Sóis

Aquilo que nos move
São sininhos cintilantes
Cheios de genuínos gritantes
Os quais se apagam quando chove;

O truque:
Dando corpo à Magia
Acordá-los ao som de batuque
Num universo cheio de fantasia.

Mas chegando ao fim da linha
Como a lenda do fado que pia
Depararmo-nos com a sede mesquinha
De toda uma geração de génios vazia.

quarta-feira, 2 de janeiro de 2019

„I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me... or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. That's all. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!“

Referenz: https://beruhmte-zitate.de/zitate/714740-charles-bukowski-ive-never-been-lonely-ive-been-in-a-room-iv/

domingo, 16 de dezembro de 2018

Westray: I'm pretty skeptical about the goodness of the good. I think that if you ransacked the archives of the redeemed you would uncover tales of moral squalor quite beyond the merely appalling. I've pretty much seen it all, Counselor, and it's all shit. I could live in a monastery, scrub the steps, wash the pots, maybe do a little gardening. Why not?
Counselor: You're serious.
Westray: Very.
Counselor: Why don't you?
Westray: In a word, women.