Thursday, December 21, 2006

Merry Xmas to you all

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
From now on
our troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on
our troubles will be miles away.

Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.

Through the years
We all will be together,
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
And have yourself
A merry little Christmas now.

My favourite Xmas carrol ever

Monday, December 18, 2006

Fresh start

"you can be anywhere when your life begins
you just meet the right person
and all of a sudden
anything is posible"

or so you believe..

There's no such thing as fairy tales, is there?

on my way up north up on the ventura i pulled back the hood and i was talking to you and i knew then it would be a life long thing but i didn't know that we we could break a silver lining and i'm so sad like a good book i can't put this day back a sorta fairytale with you a sorta fairytale with you things you said that day up on the 101 the girl had come undone i tried to downplay it with a bet about us you said that- you'd take it as long as i could i could not erase it and i'm so sad like a good book i can't put this day back a sorta fairytale with you a sorta fairytale with you and i ride along side and i rode along side you then and i rode along side till you lost me there in the open road and i rode along side till the honey spread itself so thin for me to break your bread for me to take your word i had to steal it and i'm so sad like a good book i can't put this day back a sorta fairytale with you a sorta fairytale with you i could pick back up whenever i feel down new mexico way something about the open road i knew that he was looking for some indian blood and find a little in you find a little in me we may be on this road but we're just impostors in this country you know so we go along and we said we'd fake it feel better with oliver stone till i almost smacked him - seemed right that night and i don't know what takes hold out there in the desert cold these guys think they must try and just get over on us and i'm so sad like a good book i can't put this day back a sorta fairytale with you a sorta fairytale with you and i was ridin' by ridin' along side for a while till you lost me and i was ridin' by ridin' along till you lost me till you lost me in the rear view you lost me i said way up north i took my day all in all was a pretty nice day and i put the hood right back where you could taste heaven perfectly feel out the summer breeze didn't know when we'd be back and i, i don't didn't think we'd end up like like this

Tori Amos

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

5 notebook reminders

One: I should know you

Two: Get to know me

Three: Knowing which one is which

Four: Find the wisdom to say "fuck it" or "keep it"

Five: Keep the things that i need

Old Jerusalem (Listen to him.. It's beautiful)

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

The departed

Não, não é um post sobre o brilhante filme do Scorcese (fica prometido para depois).

Às vezes, descubro tempo para pensar no que já foi.
Não gosto de pensar que perdi…
Mudei.
Para melhor, continuo convicta.

Mas há sempre algo de bom que fica para trás.

Como os amigos.
Como as chamadas que recebia diariamente.
Como as mensagens que já não reconheço.
Como tu.

Ainda que, assumidamente, a minha filosofia de vida seja “as coisas valem pelo que te fazem sentir”, sinto saudades.

De conversas.
De saídas até às 4 da manhã.
De quem conheci.
Daqueles que sabem quais as músicas que me faziam saltar.
Das conversas num apartamento agora vazio.
Dos momentos maus.
De quem esteve lá quando era difícil respirar.
Daquele olhar.
De uma noite de Verão em que senti que tudo me escapava dos dedos.

Não gosto de pensar que perdi…
Mas ali, no meio de 4 paredes improvisadas, quase tudo foi dito.

I knew.
And i told you so.

Monday, December 11, 2006

We've got a lot to learn

SU DESPEDIDA

"Si por un instante Dios se olvidara de que soy una marioneta de trapo y me regalara un trozo de vida, posiblemente no diría todo lo que pienso, pero en definitiva pensaría todo lo que digo.

Daría valor a las cosas, no por lo que valen, sino por lo que significan.

Dormiría poco, soñaría más, entiendo que por cada minuto que cerramos los ojos, perdemos sesenta segundos de luz.

Andaría cuando los demás se detienen, despertaría cuando los demás duermen.Escucharía cuando los demás hablan, y ¡cómo disfrutaría de un buen heladode chocolate!.

Si Dios me obsequiara un trozo de vida, vestiría sencillo, me tiraría de bruces al sol, dejando descubierto, no solamente mi cuerpo sino mi alma.

Dios mío, si yo tuviera un corazón, escribiría mi odio sobre el hielo, esperaría a que saliera el sol. Pintaría, con un sueño de Van Gogh, sobre las estrellas un poema de Benedetti y una canción de Serrat, sería la serenata que le ofrecería a la luna.

Regaría con mis lágrimas las rosas parasentir el dolor de sus espinas y el encarnado beso de sus pétalos....

Dios mío, si yo tuviera un trozo de vida.....

No dejaría pasar un solo día sin decirle a la gente que quiero, que la quiero. Convencería a cada mujer u hombre de que son mis favoritos y viviría enamorado del amor.

A los hombres les probaría cuán equivocados están al pensar que dejan de enamorarse cuando envejecen, ¡sin saber que envejecen cuando dejan de enamorarse!

A un niño le daría alas, pero le dejaría que él solo aprendiese a volar.
A los viejos les enseñaría que la muerte no llega con la vejez, sino con el olvido.

Tantas cosas he aprendido de ustedes, los hombres..... He aprendido que todo el mundo quiere vivir en la cima de la montaña, sin saber que la verdadera felicidad está en la forma de subir la escarpada. He aprendido que cuando un recién nacido aprieta con su pequeño puño por vez primera, el dedo del padre, lo tiene atrapado por siempre.He aprendido que un hombre sólo tiene derecho a mirar a otro hacia abajo, cuando ha de ayudarle a levantarse.

Son tantas las cosas que he podido aprender de ustedes, que realmente de mucho no habrán de servir, porque cuando me guarden dentro de esa maleta, infelizmente me estaré muriendo".

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

This is what i believe in.

For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin--real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life.

Alfred D. Souza

*am i right?*

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

American beauty philosophy

God knows how I adore life
When the wind turns on the shores lies another day
I cannot ask for more

When the time bell blows my heart
And I have scored a better day
Well nobody made this war of mine

And the moments that I enjoy
A place of love and mystery
I'll be there anytime

Oh mysteries of love
Where war is no more
I'll be there anytime

When the time bell blows my heart
And I have scored a better day
Well nobody made this war of mine

And the moments that I enjoy
A place of love and mystery
I'll be there anytime

Mysteries of love
Where war is no more
I'll be there anytime

Beth Gibbons (clever girl)

Monday, December 04, 2006

Final Cut

Drop dead or fuck off.

Whatever suits you.