"An opera begins long before the curtain goes up and ends long after it has come down. It starts in my imagination, it becomes my life, and it stays part of my life long after I've left the opera house."
In my next life I want to live my life backwards. You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people's home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day. You work for 40 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school. You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play. You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born. And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then Voila! You finish off as an orgasm! I rest my case.
Caetano, Caetano.. E eu que achava que já ouvia tudo deste senhor..
e.e. cummings (1894 – 1962)poeta e pintor. Humor, amor e ironia. Poesia americana moderna, dizem.
if strangers meet
if strangers meet life begins- not poor not rich (only aware) kind neither nor cruel (only complete) i not not you not possible; only truthful -truthfully,once if strangers(who deep our most are selves)touch: forever
(and so to dark)
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may i feel said he
may i feel said he i'll squeal said she just once said he it's fun said she
may i touch said he how much said she a lot said he why not said she
let's go said he not too far said she what's too far said he where you are said she
may i stay said he which way said she like this said he if you kiss said she
may i move said he is it love said she if you're willing said he but you're killing said she
but it's life said he but your wife said she now said he ow said she
tiptop said he don't stop said she oh no said he go slow said she
cccome?said he ummm said she you're divine!said he you are Mine said she
Map coloured according to The World Map of Happiness, Adrian White, Analytic Social Psychologist, University of Leicester. green = happiest blue purple orange red = least happy
85% of women, and 50% of men eventually discover their suspicions were right and their spouse was cheating.
Monday, April 14, 2008
1. Allow events to change you. You have to be willing to grow. Growth is different from something that happens to you. You produce it. You live it. The prerequisites for growth: the openness to experience events and the willingness to be changed by them.
2. Forget about good. Good is a known quantity. Good is what we all agree on. Growth is not necessarily good. Growth is an exploration of unlit recesses that may or may not yield to our research. As long as you stick to good you'll never have real growth.
3. Capture accidents. The wrong answer is the right answer in search of a different question. Collect wrong answers as part of the process. Ask different questions. 4. Think with your mind. Forget technology. Creativity is not device-dependent.
Paulina Morales: You're weak, Ivan. Iván: Yes, sweetheart. Paulina Morales: Don't agree with me. Iván: But you're right. Paulina Morales: Sometimes I like to be wrong. in Mujeres al borde de un ataque de niervos, Pedro Almodóvar
Pale September, I wore the time like a dress that year The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin But as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within But then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full And sank in the burrows of my keep
And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
He goes along just as a water lily Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats
Unweighted down by passion or intensity Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts And he finds a home in me For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap
And all my armour failing down, in a pile at my feet And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep All my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
Fiona Apple
"The most interesting things about the so-called lies of Diego is that, sooner or later, the ones involved in the imaginary tale get angry, not because of the lies, but because of the truth contained in the lies, which always comes forth."
"I do not have much patience with a thing of beauty that must be explained to be understood. If it does need additional interpretation by someone other than the creator, then I question whether it has fulfilled its purpose."
“I like working with actresses, and I like women a lot, not for obvious reasons, but just in that that there's so much about what they bring to the scene that keeps it so interesting. Their instincts are so different, and they never explain them to you.”
JoeApology.com is a site where people can freely and anonymously post their apologies. Think of it as a confessional of sorts (without the religious ties, that is). Are you feeling sorry about something you did? Do you want to get something off your chest? Go on, tell me about it...and remember, it's completely anonymous. Just post your apology, no matter how big or small, and you'll feel so much better. I promise. -Joe Apology
Foi um pequeno momento, um jeito Uma coisa assim Era um movimento que aí você não pode mais Gostar de mim, direito Teria sido na praia o medo Vai ser um erro, uma palavra A palavra errada Nada, nada Basta quase nada E eu já quase não gosto E já nem gosto do modo que de repente Você foi olhada por nós
Porque eu sou tímido e teve um negócio De você perguntar o meu signo quando não havia Signo nenhum Escorpião, sagitário, não sei que lá Ficou um papo de otário, um papo Ia sendo bom É tão difícil, tão simples É tão difícil, tão fácil De repente ser uma coisa tão grande Da maior importância Deve haver uma transa qualquer Pra você, e pra mim Entre nós E você jogando fora e agora Vai embora, vá! Deve haver um jeito qualquer, uma hora! Há sempre um homem Pra uma mulher Há dez mulheres para cada um Uma mulher é sempre uma mulher etc., tal Assim como existe disco voador E o escuro do futuro Pode haver o que está dependendo De um pequeno momento puro de amor Mas você não teve pique e agora Não sou eu quem vai Lhe dizer que fique Mas você não teve pique Não sou eu quem vai Lhe dizer que fique…
# Everyone is a leader. Growth happens. Whenever it does, allow it to emerge. Learn to follow when it makes sense. Let anyone lead.
# Ask stupid questions. Growth is fueled by desire and innocence. Assess the answer, not the question. Imagine learning throughout your life at the rate of an infant.
# Work the metaphor. Every object has the capacity to stand for something other than what is apparent. Work on what it stands for.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
"When you enjoy something, you must never let logic get too much in the way. Like the villains in all the James Bond movies. Whenever Bond breaks into the complex: 'Ah, Mr. Bond, welcome, come in. Let me show you my entire evil plan and then put you in a death machine that doesn't work'."
"...I always admire people who are going on, who have a sort of idea and, however crazy it is, are putting it through; they are putting people and things together, and they make something. I always admire this.."
# Scat. When you forget the words, do what Ella did: make up something else ... but not words.
# Make mistakes faster. This isn’t my idea -- I borrowed it.
# Forget about good. Good is a known quantity. Good is what we all agree on. Growth is not necessarily good. Growth is an exploration of unlit recesses that may or may not yield to our research. As long as you stick to good you'll never have real growth.
June 2004 - "Making love with asian girl on meadow"
Nick Knight based his Pirelli calendar's images on women's sexual fantasies. "I decided if I was going to do the calendar, I was going to try to change it in some way.".... So Knight approached a range of famous women and asked them to tell him their sexual fantasies, their dreams, their desires, which he would then interpret - using models - month by month in the calendar...A fascinating group of women responded to his request: authors Catherine Millet and Elizabeth Wurtzel, artist Tracey Emin, singers Bjork, Courtney Love and Marianne Faithfull, and actresses Catherine Deneuve, Emmanuelle Seigner, Liv Tyler and Isabella Rossellini, among others. "I had lengthy phone conversations, a lot of them very late at night, with these famous women, when I was asking them to tell me: 'What are your thoughts about sex? What are your fantasies?'...Knight made one promise to his confidantes: that he would never reveal whose fantasy was whose. We'll never be certain who said what.
Come away with me in the night Come away with me And I will write you a song
Come away with me on a bus Come away where they can't tempt us With their lies
I want to walk with you On a cloudy day In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high So won't you try to come
Come away with me and we'll kiss On a mountaintop Come away with me And I'll never stop loving you
And I want to wake up with the rain Falling on a tin roof While I'm safe there in your arms So all I ask is for you To come away with me in the night Come away with me
#1. Avoid fields. Jump fences. Disciplinary boundaries and regulatory regimes are attempts to control the wilding of creative life. They are often understandable efforts to order what are manifold, complex, evolutionary processes. Our job is to jump the fences and cross the fields.
#2. Allow events to change you. You have to be willing to grow. Growth is different from something that happens to you. You produce it. You live it. The prerequisites for growth: the openness to experience events and the willingness to be changed by them.
#3.Stay up late. Strange things happen when you’ve gone too far, been up too long, worked too hard, and you're separated from the rest of the world.
#4.Play can only happen when people feel they have control over their lives. We can't be free agents if we’re not free.
“Sometimes you know what you're missing when you reach out to touch it. Sometimes you see how beautiful something is when it steps back into the light. And sometimes you miss a love you almost didn't lose. But when you want beauty, dream!”
" e quando não está lá alguém que se ama, não é ela que nos acompanha, é o amor que se lhe tem."
“A sense of freedom is something that, happily, comes with age and life experience. In 'The Second Sex,' Simone de Beauvoir says that as they approach 50, a lot of women are set free from the anxiety and the mortification and the humiliation of intimate relationships with men - the opposite sex. For some reason, you are suddenly free from it. And thank God for that. It's the upside of sticking around this long.”
Um dia ele chegou tão diferente do seu jeito de sempre chegar Olhou-a dum jeito muito mais quente do que sempre costumava olhar E não maldisse a vida tanto quanto era seu jeito de sempre falar E nem deixou-a só num canto, pra seu grande espanto convidou-a pra rodar
Então ela se fez bonita como há muito tempo não queria ousar Com seu vestido decotado cheirando a guardado de tanto esperar Depois os dois deram-se os braços como há muito tempo não se usava dar E cheios de ternura e graça foram para a praça e começaram a se abraçar
E ali dançaram tanta dança que a vizinhança toda despertou E foi tanta felicidade que toda a cidade enfim se iluminou E foram tantos beijos loucos Tantos gritos roucos como não se ouvia mais Que o mundo compreendeu E o dia amanheceu Em paz
Mary: I was tired of submerging my identity to a very brilliant, dominating man. He's a genius. Isaac: Oh really, he was a genius, Helen's a genius and Dennis is a genius. You know a lot of geniuses, y'know. You should meet some stupid people once in a while, y'know, you could learn something.
"I don't think that a writer needs to have anything to say, it's the appetite to say something that's important (..) it's the urge, it's the necessity"
(...)
If you want a lover I'll do anything you ask me to And if you want another kind of love I'll wear my leather mask for you If you want a partner Take my hand Or if you want to strike me down in anger Here I stand I'm your man
If you want a boxer I will step into the ring for you And if you want a doctor I'll examine every inch of you If you want a driver Climb inside Or if you want to take me for a ride You know you can I'm your man
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Tuesday, March 13, 2007
The shackles are undone The bullet's quit the gun The heat that's in the sun Will keep us when it's done The rule has been disproved The stone, it has been moved The grain is now a grove All debts are removed
Oh, can't you see what love has done Oh, can't you see what love has done Oh, can't you see what love has done What it's doing to me
Love makes strange enemies Makes love where love may please Soul in its striptease Hate brought to its knees The sky over our head We can reach it from our bed If you let me in your heart And out of my head
Oh, can't you see what love has done Oh, can't you see what love has done Oh, can't you see what love has done What it's doing to me
Please don't ever let me out of here I've got no shame Oh no, oh no
Oh, can't you see what love has done Oh, can't you see Oh, can't you see what love has done What it's doing to me
Oh, can't you see what love has done I know I hurt you and I made you cry Oh, can't you see what love has done Did everything but murder you and I Oh, can't you see what love has done But love left a window in the skies Oh, can't you see what love has done And to love I raphsodize
Oh, can't you see what love has done To every broken heart Oh, can't you see what love has done For every heart that cries Oh, can't you see what love has done Love left a window in the skies Oh, can't you see what love has done And to love I raphsodize
I was lying in my bed last night Staring at a ceiling full of stars When it suddenly hit me I just have to let you know how I feel
We live together in a photograph of time I look into your eyes And the seas open up to me I tell you I love you And I always will
And I know that you can't tell me And I know that you can't tell me
So I'm left to pick up The hints, the little symbols of your devotion So I'm left to pick up The hints, the little symbols of your devotion
I feel your fists And I know it's out of love And I feel the whip And I know it's out of love I feel your burning eyes burning holes Straight through my heart
It's out of love It's out of love
I accept and I collect upon my body The memories of your devotion
I accept and I collect upon my body The memories of your devotion
I feel your fists And I know it's out of love And I feel the whip And I know it's out of love I feel your burning eyes burning holes Straight through my heart