Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
the one
so much time and so many words have been devoted by so many people to the concept of "the one"...
why one? it doesn't seem like monogamy is something coded into our consciousness... in fact it's a relatively young concept which has been placed on a pedestal, it has become a paragon that all should aspire towards... it is good, no wait, it is more than good, it is the best, the one (concept we should embrace)... the way most people posit about it, it almost sounds like it can even cure dandruff, prevent hairloss and raise the dead...
but is it?
why one? it doesn't seem like monogamy is something coded into our consciousness... in fact it's a relatively young concept which has been placed on a pedestal, it has become a paragon that all should aspire towards... it is good, no wait, it is more than good, it is the best, the one (concept we should embrace)... the way most people posit about it, it almost sounds like it can even cure dandruff, prevent hairloss and raise the dead...
but is it?
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
how does one know the past wasn't just a dream?
it boggles the mind, it does...
what seemed so vivid, technicolour, loud and in-your-face slowly filters and fades into shades of sepia, into greyscale, then a wisp and eventually nothingness...
the nothingness is not a void, a vacuum though... it's a nothingness with the faintest hint of the sights, sounds and smells - but not quite a wisp...
trying to commit the present to words in order to avoid the nothingification of the moment is naught but making a mockery of what the present is... i'd rather have the tangible nothingness than a have garish cheapened memory forced upon me...
and wow... it's been a while since "i" and "me" have been used in such a personal context in my blogging...
what seemed so vivid, technicolour, loud and in-your-face slowly filters and fades into shades of sepia, into greyscale, then a wisp and eventually nothingness...
the nothingness is not a void, a vacuum though... it's a nothingness with the faintest hint of the sights, sounds and smells - but not quite a wisp...
trying to commit the present to words in order to avoid the nothingification of the moment is naught but making a mockery of what the present is... i'd rather have the tangible nothingness than a have garish cheapened memory forced upon me...
and wow... it's been a while since "i" and "me" have been used in such a personal context in my blogging...
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
twilight illusion - the lazy summer afternoon breeze remix
Água De Beber (the strains of which filtered through the bedroom to the bathroom)
Eu quis amar mais tive medo
E quis salvar meu coração
Mas o amor sabe um segredo
O medo pode matar o seu coração
Água de beber
Água de beber camará
Água de beber
Água de beber camará
Eu nunca fiz coisa tão certa
Entrei pra escola do perdão
A minha casa vive aberta
Abri todas as portas do coração
Água de beber
Água de beber camará
Água de beber
Água de beber camará
Eu sempre tive uma certeza
Que só me deu desilusão
É que o amor é uma tristeza
Muita mágoa demais para um coração
Água de beber
Água de beber camará
Água de beber
Água de beber camará
Eu quis amar mais tive medo
E quis salvar meu coração
Mas o amor sabe um segredo
O medo pode matar o seu coração
Água de beber
Água de beber camará
Água de beber
Água de beber camará
Eu nunca fiz coisa tão certa
Entrei pra escola do perdão
A minha casa vive aberta
Abri todas as portas do coração
Água de beber
Água de beber camará
Água de beber
Água de beber camará
Eu sempre tive uma certeza
Que só me deu desilusão
É que o amor é uma tristeza
Muita mágoa demais para um coração
Água de beber
Água de beber camará
Água de beber
Água de beber camará
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