god is a luxury

We're all faced throughout our lives with agonizing decisions, moral choices. Some are on a grand scale, most of these choices are on lesser points. But we define ourselves by the choices we have made. We are, in fact, the sum total of our choices. Events unfold so unpredictably, so unfairly, Human happiness does not seem to be included in the design of creation. it is only we, with our capacity to love that give meaning to the indifferent universe. And yet, most human beings seem to have the ability to keep trying and even try to find joy from simple things, like their family, their work, and from the hope that future generations might understand more.

You will notice that what we are aiming at when we fall in love is a very strange paradox. The paradox consists of the fact that, when we fall in love, we are seeking to re-find all or some of the people to whom we were attached as children. On the other hand, we ask our beloved to correct all of the wrongs that these early parents or siblings inflicted upon us. So that love contains in it the contradiction:

The attempt to return to the past and the attempt to undo the past.

Prof.Levy at "Crimes and Misdemeanors"

echoes from barcelona

love is so transient. Isn't it?.....

isn't it?...

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isn't it?..

passeando

Três dias, três destinos, cruzamentos voláteis que se arrastam, que nos arrastam!

Que nos arrancam da terra e nos espalham pelo céu…passeando.

Tal poalha, tal luz que não ilumina, que contas?

Que fome nos enche a alma? E o entulho de guerras passadas?

Sobrevivemos loucamente ao passar dos barcos que não param, nos lugares comuns em que existimos e que são ínfimos aos olhos da realidade aparente da saudade.

É tão comum ser comum, é tão igual ser diferente, e estamos tão perto de estar longe.

A indiferença.. a suave indiferença do passado, é a tal fenda profunda, cortada de holocaustos atípicos, que se abre no nosso destino.. um portal carregado de sentimentos contraditórios, papel químico do vertente entusiasmo que se reproduz infinitamente nos nossos olhos e na nossa imaginação.

Chega a negação do tempo, a ferocidade do desalinho constante, a esfera roda, rola, gira, embala-nos no sonho corrido de vida, que não é vida, que não é sobrevivência, que não é absolutamente nada, e pouco nos resta para dizer, escrever, pensar ou sentir.

E chegamos ao fim, sem nunca saber onde realmente começamos.. passeando.

stále čeká na vás ... Kafka

People are people, so why should it be
You and I should get along so awfully
People are people, so why should it be
You and I should get along so awfully

So we're different colours, and we're different creeds
And different people have different needs
It's obvious you hate me, though I've done nothing wrong
I've never even met you, so what could I have done?

 

I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand

people are people - depeche mode

monday..

Amazon women on the moon by John Landis

woody-week-allen-end

phone call

You're an interesting species. An interesting mix. You're capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares....

 

You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you're not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we've found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other...

contact quotes

oh my lord...

(reflexões com vénia)

 

 

Que sede de vida...

de que àgua bebemos nós?

Que morte nos levou, sem viver?

 

Somos pedaços de vida..

destinados a não ser o que somos,

e muito menos o que não podiamos ser...

the road not taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
in leaves no feet had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference

Robert Frost

No Line On The Horizon

U2 - Comercial "No Line on The Horizon"

 

Get on Your Boots - Grammys´09

You don’t know how beautiful
You don’t know how beautiful you are
You don’t know, and you don’t get it, do you?
You don’t know how beautiful you are

Let me in the sound
Let me in the sound
Let me in the sound, sound
Let me in the sound, sound

Meet me in the sound
Get on your boots
Get on your boots
Get on your boots
Yeah hey hey

 

U2 - Get on your boots

are you very religious?

 

No, no, no, no, I'm not.

The trick is to enjoy life,

accepting it has no meaning whatsoever.

love is so transient. Isn't it?.....

fragmentos da existência

Seria possível perder Harry Block?

A sua existência não é mais que o desmontar de um sonho, que todos queremos viver.

Seria seriamente possível.

Vivemos fragmentos de nós, partes de livros, personagens sem rosto, ou sangue nas veias, obras da escrita e da imaginação, que se perdem na lucidez invertida da nossa consciência. Perfeitamente vivos, mas ocultos, é a nossa condição única e universal.

Todos somos fragmentos de todos nós…