amor & coisas simples

Mouthful of Forevers

I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

Clementine von Radics

lambarices

"A Short Film about Kissing", directed by Wim Wenders, starring Liv Tyler.

m#rda...

«You shouldn't lie till ten. There's the very prime of the morning gone long before that time. A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.»

Emily Brontë

veraneio

Major Lazer - Jessica (feat. Ezra Koenig of Vampire Weekend)

amor & coisas simples

«Goodnight and great love to you. We see the same stars.»

George Mallory, from a letter to his wife Ruth during the 1921 Everest Reconnaissance Expedition

tenho saudades da Lana. pronto, já disse.

Lana Del Rey - Video Games

amor & coisas simples

«He knew why he wanted to kiss her. Because she was beautiful. And before that, because she was kind. And before that, because she was smart and funny. Because she was exactly the right kind of smart and funny. Because he could imagine taking a long trip with her without ever getting bored. Because whenever he saw something new and interesting, or new and ridiculous, he always wondered what she’d have to say about it—how many stars she’d give it and why.»

Rainbow Rowell, Attachments

lambarices

o João, a Sónia e um certo fim de tarde "[ali], no lugar de Porto Covo".

estoicismo

I calculate how long it takes me to brush my teeth in the shower
I eat as much fruit as I can
I drink black tea never coffee never ever coffee
I wonder how long it will take until I start to miss this place
The people with their jean jackets and hiking boots
The people with their cigarettes stuffed between their teeth
The people who have come before me
And those still to come

I write alone and I call my Mom when I can
The call goes to voicemail most times
I breath and think about telling her about how proud I am
That I quit smoking almost two years ago
But I dont say a word and hang up

Somebody once told me that life will never eat you whole
But take little bites out of you
Until you are bleeding and begging for mercy
I am beginning to understand that now more then ever
I am full of holes and collapsing on the carpet

Esperanza Friel, The First Warm Day of March

lambarices

John Grant - GMF

amor & coisas simples

"Because when something happens, she is the person I want to tell. The most basic indicator of love."

David Levithan

quase, quase

David Bowie - Drive-In Saturday

coisas simples

«Gosto de pessoas que não perguntam porque estou calado. Gosto de pessoas que entendem o meu silêncio e apenas continuam ali.»

Caio Fernando Abreu

doping

Gossip - Standing in the Way of Control

lambarices

Only God Forgives - Official International Trailer #1



Only God Forgives - Official International Trailer #2

coisas simples

«We can’t jump off bridges anymore because our iPhones will get ruined. We can’t take skinny dips in the ocean, because there’s no service on the beach and adventures aren’t real unless they’re on Instagram. Technology has doomed the spontaneity of adventure and we’re helping destroy it every time we Google, check-in, and hashtag.»

Jeremy Glass, We Can’t Get Lost Anymor

lambarices

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Whatever colors you have in your mind
I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And you're the best thing that he's ever seen

Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Why wait any longer for the world to begin
You can have your cake and eat it too
Why wait any longer for the one you love
When he's standing in front of you

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still

Bob Dylan - Lay Lady Lay

wishlist

Self-Portrait At 28 (excerpt)

Do you remember the way the girls
would call out “love you!"
conveniently leaving out the “I"
as if they didn’t want to commit
to their own declarations.

I agree that the “I" is a pretty heavy concept
and hope you won’t get uncomfortable
if I should go into some deeper stuff here.

David Berman

lambarices

DeVotchKa - The Last Beat Of My Heart

frases que tinham tudo para dar certo

"Desde pequenina que levo sempre no rabo."

A propósito de uma injecção.

regressos

MGMT - Alien Days

lambarices

Song On The Subway

Rush-hour on the A train. A blind man
staggers forth, his cane tapping lightly
own the aisle. He leans against the door,

raises a violin to chin, and says I’m sorry
to bother you, folks. But please. Just listen.
And it kills me, the word sorry. As if something like music

should be forgiven. He nuzzles into the wood like a lover,
inhales, and at the first slow stroke, the crescendo
seeps through our skin like warm water, we

who have nothing but destinations, who dream of light
but descend into the mouths of tunnels, searching.
Beads of sweat fall from his brow, making dark roses

on the instrument. His head swooning to each chord
exhaled through the hollow torso. The woman beside me
has put down her book, closed her eyes, the baby

has stopped crying, the cop has sat down, and I know
this train is too fast for dreaming, that these iron jaws
will always open to swallow a smile already lost.

How insufficient the memory, to fail before death.
how will hear these notes when the train slides
into the yard, the lights turned out, and the song

lingers with breaths rising from empty seats?
I know I am too human to praise what is fading.
But for now, I just want to listen as the train fills

completely with warm water, and we are all
swimming slowly toward the man with Mozart
flowing from his hands. I want nothing

but to put my fingers inside his mouth,
let that prayer hum through my veins.
I want crawl into the hole in his violin.

I want to sleep there
until my flesh
becomes music.

Oscar Vuong

confirma-se: "they do happen, from time to time"

Josh Rouse - Miracle

amor & coisas simples

Há um pequeno sismo em qualquer parte
ao dizeres o meu nome.

Elevas-me à altura da tua boca
lentamente
para não me desfolhares.
Tremo como se tivera
quinze anos e toda a terra
fosse leve.
Ó indizível primavera!

Eugénio de Andrade

doping

Jens Lekman - The Opposite Of Hallelujah

obsessões

«A man very much in love with his partner spoke about some of the impulses he had when they were in bed. After they had made love, he would lie next to her, with the urge, he said, ‘not to penetrate her, but to somehow envelop her.’ He didn’t know exactly what this meant, but he knew it wasn’t the same thing as sex. He wanted to ‘possess her, to take her inside me,’ and at the same time to map every point on his own body with hers. He imagined lying on her in such a way that every square inch of her body was touching his. This, he acknowledged, was impossible, and the thought of this impossibility haunted him.»

Darian Leader, The New Black: Mourning, Melancholia and Depression

amor & coisas simples

Lydia: Listen, I'm not feeling well.
Parry: Well, no wonder. We just met, made love and broke up all in the space of thirty seconds and I can't even remember the first kiss which is the best part... (...) I'm not coming up to your apartment. That was never my idea.
Lydia: Oh...you mean you don't want to.
Parry: Oh no, I want to. I've got a hard-on for you the size of Florida. But I don't want just one night. I have a confession to make.
Lydia: You're married.
Parry: No.
Lydia: Divorced.
Parry: No, I...
Lydia: You have a disease.
Parry: Will you stop! I'm in love with you.

The Fisher King

lambarices

Before Sunrise

doping

France Gall - Laisse Tomber les Filles

lambarices

Handy Guide

Avoid adjectives of scale.
Dandelion broth instead of duck soup.
Don’t even think you’ve seen a meadow, ever.
The minor adjustments in our equations
still indicate the universe is insane,
when it laughs a silk dress comes out its mouth
but we never put it on. Put it on.
Cry often and while asleep.
If it’s raw, forge it in fire.
That’s not a mountain, that’s crumble.
If it’s fire, swallow.
The heart of a scarecrow isn’t geometrical.
That’s not a diamond, it’s salt.
That’s not the sky but it’s not your fault.
My dragon may be your neurotoxin.
Your electrocardiogram may be my fortune cookie.
Once an angel has made an annunciation,
it’s impossible to tell him he has the wrong address.
Moonlight has its own befuddlements.
The rest of us can wear the wolf mask if we want
or look like reflections wandered off.
Eventually armor, eventually sunk.
You wanted love and expected what?
A parachute? Morphine? A gold sticker star?
The moment you were born —
you have to trust others because you weren’t there.
Ditto death.
The strongest gift I was ever given
was made of twigs.
It didn’t matter which way it broke.

Dean Young

pertinências musicais

It was fascination, I know
And it might have ended right then at the start
Just a passing glance, just a brief romance
And I might have gone on my way empty-hearted

It was fascination, I know
Seeing you alone with the moonlight above
Then I touched your hand and next moment I kissed you
Fascination turned to love

The Troubadors - Fascination

casa

(...)

Vamos para casa. Deixei um livro partido ao meio no chão
do quarto, estão sozinhos na caixa os retratos antigos
do avô, havia as tuas mãos apertadas com força, aquela
música que costumávamos ouvir no inverno. E eu quero rever
as nuvens recortadas nas janelas vermelhas do crepúsculo;
e quero ir outra vez para casa. Como das outras vezes.

(...)

Maria do Rosário Pedreira

lambarices

Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros - That's What's Up

amor & coisas simples

Deixa-te estar na minha vida
Como um navio sobre o mar.

Se o vento sopra e rasga as velas
E a noite é gélida e comprida
E a voz ecoa das procelas,
Deixa-te estar na minha vida.

Se erguem as ondas mãos de espuma
Aos céus, em cólera incontida,
E o ar se tolda e cresce a bruma,
Deixa-te estar na minha vida.

À praia, um dia, erma e esquecida,
Hei, com amor, de te levar.
Deixa-te estar na minha vida.
Como um navio sobre o mar.

Cabral do Nascimento

lambarices

CHVRCHES - Recover

coisas (literalmente) simples

«Vení a dormir conmigo: no haremos el amor, él nos hará.»

Julio Cortázar

lambarices

Gareth Dickson - This is the Kiss

«se ainda não sabias, és muito bem-vind[a]»

Maria do Rosário Pedreira

(fortes) convicções

Yasiin Bey (aka Mos Def) force fed under standard Guantánamo Bay procedure

amor & coisas simples

«I want you because there aren’t any good words for who you are. The only ones that come to mind are earnest, sad clichés like ‘amazing’ and ‘magnetic’ and ‘fascinating’ and I don’t want to use them, but on the other hand they are the only words, and cliché or not they are honest words and I’m not sure consulting a thesaurus at this point would be genuine. And it’s not that I want you officially, like I want your last name or your Sunday mornings or your hard shiny promise, I just want to absorb you. I want to know what you know, want to hear your stories, want to filter through them gently and get lost in them, them and the soft hypnosis of your hands in my hair.»

Mila Jaroniec

lambarices

Daughter - Get Lucky (Daft Punk cover)

«obra carnal»

Alberto Pimenta

sobre a saudade

«I would kill to be in love again. I loved being in love. The deep kisses, the urgent sex, the passionate declarations, the late-night phone calls, the private language and inside jokes.»

Jonathan Tropper , This Is Where I Leave You

lambarices

Spring Breakers - Everytime (Britney Spears cover)

frases que tinham tudo para dar certo

"Duas bolas, tem?!"

A Jil, a propósito de uma sobremesa, para o senhor empregado.

"a gandaia; a p#ta da gandaia!"

Charles Aznavour - La Bohème

lambarices

Hora de Ponta

Apanhar um lugar a esta hora é uma sorte, poder olhar
pela janela e fingir que tenho imunidade diplomática,
que estou de lá do vidro com o hálito das folhas, o sabor
a hortelã e um ar fresco interrompido pela velha senhora
a quem cedo o assento e um sorriso enquanto me agradece
de nada, de ir agora em pé empurrada, de cá do vidro
a apanhar uma overdose de realidade com o bafo quente
do homem gordo na minha orelha, com a mão livre
apertada contra o peito contra o visco da hora apinhada
na minha pele pública, na minha pele de todos.
No banco em frente uma mulher afaga a neta com o sorriso
doce e cansado, os olhos brilhantes; a candura intacta
toma-me toda como se eu fosse um anjo
descendo à terra com um corpo real para que a minha pele
receba a dádiva da tua, aceite os cheiros de um dia de trabalho,
o calor excessivo, a proximidade insustentável e leia no teu rosto
cada mandamento nos solavancos que nos atiram uns para
os outros. No teu rosto à hora de ponta aprendo a compaixão
até sair na próxima paragem com um suspiro de alívio.

Rosa Alice Branco

doping

The Tallest Man On Earth - I Want You (Bob Dylan cover)

rir para não chorar

Subsídio para a história dos subsídios

O tempo em que o subsídio de férias era pago na altura das férias parece bem ridículo, visto a esta distância. A falta de imaginação do legislador, a linguagem denotativa do recibo, tudo era desinteressante e enfadonho. Receber o subsídio de férias quatro ou cinco meses depois das férias, como agora se usa, introduz na vida dos funcionários públicos e dos reformados uma dimensão de ousadia que é muito estimulante. O subsídio recebido em Novembro é uma inesperada lembrança das férias, como tropeçar num maço de fotografias do verão. Mas é uma lembrança de férias que não tivemos, uma vez que não havia dinheiro para gozá-las na altura própria. Uma recordação do que nunca existiu: eis a complexa proposta do ministério das Finanças.

Primeiro, o governo quis deixar de pagar o subsídio de férias. Infelizmente, a ideia enfermava de um pequeno vício, que era o de violar a principal lei do país. Impedido de cometer ilegalidades pelo tribunal constitucional, o governo viu-se forçado a legislar de novo, desta vez dentro dos limites da lei - o que, por ser mais difícil, atrasou o processo de pagamento dos subsídios. Foi azar: poderíamos ter tido uma ilegalidade irrepreensivelmente pontual, mas ficámos com uma legalidade atrasada. O corte dos subsídios era ilegal, mas teria sido feito a tempo e horas; a reposição respeita a lei, mas já não consegue respeitar o calendário. Enfim, não se pode ter tudo. E, além disso, é natural que, quando se tenta cometer uma ilegalidade, se sofra uma punição. Normalmente, é a entidade que tenta cometer a ilegalidade que sofre a punição, mas também pode acontecer que quem tente cometer a ilegalidade inflija também a punição, como neste caso. Julgo que é mais económico, e não está tempo para grandes despesas. O governo tentou não pagar os subsídios e os cidadãos pagaram o preço do chumbo de uma medida ilegal. Sempre houve alguém a pagar alguma coisa neste processo, o que acaba por ser refrescante.

O episódio deixa à vista a injustiça das críticas que têm sido feitas ao primeiro-ministro. Ao contrário do que se diz, o governo é implacável com os credores. É duro a renegociar montantes de dívidas e prazos de pagamento. Aos pensionistas e funcionários públicos, começou por propor um violento hair-cut de 100%, relativamente ao dinheiro que lhes devia. E depois alargou o prazo de pagamento em vários meses. Tudo indica, portanto, que temos o governo certo. Nós é que somos os credores errados.

Ricardo Araújo Pereira, aqui

lambarices

«Toco tu boca, con un dedo toco el borde de tu boca, voy dibujándola como si saliera de mi mano, como si por primera vez tu boca se entreabriera, y me basta cerrar los ojos para deshacerlo todo y recomenzar, hago nacer cada vez la boca que deseo, la boca que mi mano elige y te dibuja en la cara, una boca elegida entre todas, con soberana libertad elegida por mí para dibujarla con mi mano por tu cara, y que por un azar que no busco comprender coincide exactamente con tu boca que sonríe por debajo de la que mi mano te dibuja.

Me miras, de cerca me miras, cada vez más de cerca y entonces jugamos al cíclope, nos miramos cada vez más de cerca y nuestros ojos se agrandan, se acercan entre sí, se superponen y los cíclopes se miran, respirando confundidos, las bocas se encuentran y luchan tibiamente, mordiéndose con los labios, apoyando apenas la lengua en los dientes, jugando en sus recintos donde un aire pesado va y viene con un perfume viejo y un silencio. Entonces mis manos buscan hundirse en tu pelo, acariciar lentamente la profundidad de tu pelo mientras nos besamos como si tuviéramos la boca llena de flores o de peces, de movimientos vivos, de fragancia oscura. Y si nos mordemos el dolor es dulce, y si nos ahogamos en un breve y terrible absorber simultáneo del aliento, esa instantánea muerte es bella. Y hay una sola saliva y un solo sabor a fruta madura, y yo te siento temblar contra mí como una luna en el agua.»

Julio Cortázar

traquinices

«I like to wait while his mouth kisses my neck, moving down to where my neckline goes deep, and my breasts hurt swollen a little, waiting for his hands to begin, and my hair is falling loose over my bare shoulders, and my mouth is soft and wet and wanting under his.»

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

doping

The Temptations - My Girl

lambarices

Maria do Rosário Pedreira

doping

The Cars ― Just What I Needed

amor & coisas simples

«The best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass. That’s the kind of person that’s worth sticking with.»

Juno

mentiras

Ian Mcculloch - The World is Flat