So true.

Note to self

We forgive you.

Somewhere, anywhere.

On a Monday...

Anyone out there?

So true

In life we do things. Some we wish we had never done. Some we wish we could replay a million times in our heads. but they all make us who we are. And in the end they shape every detail about us. If we were to reverse any of them we wouldn't be the person we are. So just live. Make mistakes. Have wonderful memories. But never ever second guess who you are. Where you have been. And most importantly where it is you're going.

Expectations ao contrário.

Just see what happens.

Do we?

Podíamos continuar a falar e a perder palavras para encher o adeus ou podíamos esvaziar o adeus, sem falar para não nos perdermos em dor.

And the sea, like the tears.

Leva-me contigo, leva-me contigo onde possamos estar sós. Detesto o palco. Posso fingir uma paixão que não sinto, mas não posso fingir a que me consome como fogo. Entendes agora o significado de tudo isto? Mesmo que conseguisse, seria uma profanação representar o amor.

Oscar Wilde

E da cor do céu respirava-se serenidade, enquanto as ondas do mar alimentam o vento.

. 

Porque a nossa vida é esse equilíbrio entre a serenidade de um amanhecer e de um entardecer e o pico do meio-dia.

O pico das emoções, as rupturas constantes das nossas certezas.

A tristeza de ser da estirpe que pára para pensar, para sentir o vento; mas o alívio de não andar na roda e conseguir chorar.

Mas eu adoro a cor do céu.

Uma tremenda dificuldade em abrir a alma às letras. Temer cada frase. Qual explosão de dor da realidade revelada por um pulso que decide por si só. Um face to face decidido por um órgão alheio, independente, autónomo: "E a mão de um poeta escreve sempre sozinha"

Dark.

and break.

And it will be what it will be.

Beauty in a quiet way, the way of a breeze, the way of a sunrise, the way of slowly waking up in the arms of love.

Our love.

Alone.

Like the rain and the wind.

Monday.

So true.

Quero escrever encontrei e não consigo.

True.

There’s a feeling of fullness that comes from letting go that can’t be replicated in any other way.
- Kate Northrup

Perda.

"La nuit fait éclore dans la ville des milliers de lumières qui scintillent et paraissent se déplacer. On dirait des étoiles tombées à terre et qui cherchent à s'envoler de nouveau vers le ciel. Mais elles ne peuvent le faire. On ne peut jamais s'envoler vers ce qu'on a perdu"
- Philippe Claudel

Ego.

La faculté que nous avons de nous manipuler nous-mêmes pour que ne vacille point le socle de nos croyances est un phénomène fascinant. 
- L'élégance du hérisson

Recados.

"When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth."

— Haruki Murakami 

Suspiros.

Opening his arms, he said quietly to her: Disappear here.
— Jonathan Carroll

One of these days parto-os todos.

(Re)moinho de vida.

O que nos faz ver tudo enevoado.

Perder as cores nítidas dos sonhos?

Continuar só por ir continuando.

She is fascinated by the interface between our public lives and our private selves. This has led her to investigate patterns of behaviour using techniques akin to those of a private investigator, a psychologist, or a forensic scientist. It has also led her to investigate her own behaviour so that her life, as lived and as imagined, has informed many of her most interesting works.

Bom fim-de-semana para mim!

“What does it mean - 'The right man?' 'The love of your life?' - The concept is absurd. The idea that we can only be complete with another person is evil! Right?” -Celine

This is the day to trust isn't it?

Crush. Crash.

The Rain Is A-Coming

It may have been in bits and pieces, but I gave you the best of me.

Jim Morrison

Crash and burn.
The crush.

Meet me halfway

Mad

Note to all the princesas out there.

Note to Self:

In a Lonely place

Toro Y Moi "Talamak"

O feitiço da saudade.

What was I to do?
Re-pisar cada passo nunca dado.

In the sea.

Every soul is a melody which needs renewing.

Stephane Mallarme

Sophia. 
http://www.cinemateca.pt/Cinemateca/Noticias/Material-em-bruto-de-uma-entrevista-a-Sophia-na-6x.aspx

Lita Cabellut. She is something.

The most beloved thing that I have I paint.
You
I paint you on the edges of sharpened knives.
In the trapeze swings
where balance is a duel
between death and bravery.
In the theaters
where they applaud with the soles of their feet,
our hands are tied
to the back of the chair.
We don't reach what we see
we don't touch what we desire,
possessively
I paint you
with your mouth shut tight
and your nose wide like a bull
breathing bravery
and holding in tenderness
a shout that scares the brightness of the colors.
Sometimes I paint you
with pain of anguish
and without forgiving
I leave you
with the indigos and violets
I close the door
I go out
searching for another color
I return
in the same
with the contrast
between
death
and you,

my life

Paperman - Full Animated Short Film

Pensamento do dia

Ainda és tu que me vens à cabeça quando faço um desejo.

Fast.

like it!

Fly me away

amiga...

Mudar critérios.

"Be happy for no reason, like a child. If you are happy for a reason, you’re in trouble, because that reason can be taken from you."

Deepak Chopra

Amor, boa noite.

Boa noite amor 
Meu grande amor 
Contigo sonharei

E a minha dor esquecerei
Se eu souber que o sonho teu
Foi o mesmo sonho meu

Boa noite, amor
E sonhe enfim
Pensando sempre em mim

Na carícia de um beijo
Que ficou no desejo
Boa noite, meu grande amor.

Elis Regina