Post office

I have always been fascinated by stamps.
I found out a few years ago that my grandfather collected them.
I miss writing and receiving letters.
I hope the one i'm waiting for will bring great changes.

When you sleep

I count your eyelashes, secretly.

R.E.M., At my most beautiful

The luckiest

I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, i am told that a lot
Now i know all the wrong turns,
The stumbles and falls brought me here
And where was i before the day
That i first saw your lovely face
Now i see it everyday
And i know
That i am the luckiest

Ben Folds, Rockin' the Suburbs

The books around you

The books you read reflect on your (e)motions.

I used to walk alone

But i don't anymore.

There is a violence about travelling

Travelling obliges you to trust in strangers and lose sight of all familiar and friendly comfort. You remain in permanent disequilibrium.
Nothing belongs to you except the most essential things:
air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things that tend towards the eternal, or at least that we imagine to do so.

Cesare Pavese

Is there anything better to do than losing ourselves in a place far away from home?

Animal shapes

We have no goodwill, no goodwill to give
To those who try to take away the things we need to live

Silver Jews, Tanglewood Numbers

O tudo e o nada

O que devia ter sido foi, mas nada soubemos disso e jamais saberemos.
Dos tremores de terra soubemos, e podemos dizer sem jactância que nos orgulhamos de havê-los pressentido. Para além destes jogos telúricos, as majestosas trajectórias dos nossos destinos estiveram sempre escondidas. Surgiram sem razão em dois corações, no deserto, no limite do mar inacessível, estenderam-se em linhas magníficas, poliram-se, desapareceram.
E o espelho das ondas voltou a mergulhar na solidão e no sono.
Tu debaixo da terra, eu em cima, lutamos esta noite contra a mesma morte, a nossa e a do mundo.

Ernesto Sampaio, Fernanda

And this i know

Our shadows will never leave us.

The ballad of too little & too late

i'm gonna tell you what you need to hear
and i'm a little too late
by three or four years
and it may not make much sense
now that we are apart
but i'm going to stop pretending
that i didn't break your heart

you see i never thought enough of myself
to realize that losing me could mean
something like the tears in your eyes
and i want to tell you i'm sorry
and it's too late to start
but i'm going to stop pretending
that i didn't break your heart

and it's christmas eve
years down the line
sitting here wishing i'd treated you better
when you were mine
and i have no way of knowing where you are
but i'm going to stop pretending
that i didn't break your heart

i didn't mean to hurt you
i didn't know what i was doing
but i know what i have done

I'm going to stop pretending that i didn't break your heart by Eels is probably the most beautiful apologizing song i've heard in a long time.

There's one for everyone

Have you found the one that fits you?

Mesa

A mesa tem uma qualidade: não deixa cair as coisas.

Sobre ela as coisas claras permanecem claras, e não caem.
As escuras permanecem escuras, e não caem.
Não interfere no mundo: a mesa recebe, ampara.
Não julga, não dá instruções excessivas.
Recebe,
ampara,
não deixa cair.
Objecto maternal.
Como dizes bom dia a quem amas: a cada manhã deves limpá-la.

Gonçalo M. Tavares