quinta-feira, abril 22, 2004


Home is so sad

Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,
Shaped in the comfort of the last to go
As if to win them back. Instead, bereft
Of anyone to please, it withers so,
Having no heart to put aside the theft.

And turn again to what it started as,
A joyous shot at how things ought to be,
Long fallen wide. You can see how it was:
Look at the pictures and the cutlery.
The music in the piano stool. That vase.

Philip Larkin

quarta-feira, abril 21, 2004

MY FEELINGS, EXACTLY «Dizem que Deus quando fecha uma porta abre uma janela:dizem, com um sorriso, que fica no nono piso.» A Flor da Vida, a Arte do Encontro, Etc Etc - Quinteto Tati

segunda-feira, abril 19, 2004

YOU CAN'T KILL WILL (ou depois de ler as declarações de Omar Bakri Mohamed, "teórico" da Al-Quaeda)

"But thoughts, the slaves of life, and life, time’s fool,

And time, that takes survey of all the world,

Time must have a stop.” Henry IV, Shakespeare