“The sexiest damn lo-fi pop group to have stalked these shores in quite some time”
20100731
going home
Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb, born with a weak heart
I guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground, head in the sky
It's okay, I know nothing's wrong, nothing
Hey, I got plenty of time
Hey, you got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
Out of the passing of time
Never for money, always for love
Cover up and say goodnight, say goodnight
Home is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home, she lifted up her wings
I guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks, this where I'll be, where I'll be
Hey, we drift in and out
Hey, sing into my mouth
Out of all those kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I'm just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you'll love me 'til my heart stops
Love me 'til I'm dead
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head
20100725
worried people
"Most people are so worried about looking good that they never do anything great.
Most people are so worried about doing something great that they never do anything at all."
Derek Sivers
20100719
20100718
run through the jungle
"The basic dilemma of the modern world is: where do you want to live, in the jungle, or in the zoo? And you will be surprised how many people are more comfortable to live in the zoo, because you get your piece of fruit every day. It's true, you have to eat what they give you. But if you are a rabbit, the lion will not eat you up, because you are protected. It's true, you are protected by the cage, you are inside the cage, and the lion is also inside its cage, but nothing will happen to you. If you want to go for a walk, yes, sure, you have this 10-by-10-foot space, and there you can walk.
If you live in the jungle, it's beautiful, it's gorgeous, you are free to go where you want, sleep wherever you want, eat whatever you find or manage to catch - but the snake can bite you, the lion can bite you, you can fall into a ravine, you can die of cold. But you are free."
Milos Forman
20100717
começa assim...
- Então, Piotr? Ainda não se vê nada? - A vinte de Maio de mil oitocentos e cinquenta e nove, um fidalgo de quarenta e poucos anos, sem chapéu, com um sobretudo coberto de pó e umas calças aos quadrados, saía para o alpendre baixo da estalagem na estrada de X... e interrogava assim o seu criado, um jovem de rosto cheio com uma pequena penugem esbranquiçada no queixo e uns olhinhos inexpressivos.
O criado, em quem o brinco turquesa na orelha, os cabelos sarapintados cobertos de brilhantina e os gestos corteses, tudo, em suma, revelava um homem de uma nova geração, aprimorada, olhou desdenhosamente ao longo da estrada e respondeu: Não senhor, não se vê nada.
Pais e Filhos, de Ivan Turguéniev
edição Relógio D'Água e tradução de António Pescada
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