let your heart be light

If you think you belong enough

“No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.”

― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

fulfillment (the embrace)

Gustave Klimt, 1905

do you believe it in your head?

and if they don't believe me now

The look of love

The rush of blood

The "she's with me"

The Gallic shrug

The shutterbugs

The camera plus

The black and white 

and the colour dodge

| No1 Party Anthem, Arctic Monkeys |

foggy days

"in simplicity there is truth"

you come crash into me and I come into you

(…) Não há guarda-chuva

contra o amor

que mastiga e cospe como qualquer boca,

que tritura como um desastre.

Não há guarda-chuva

contra o tédio:

o tédio das quatro paredes, das quatro

estações, dos quatro pontos cardeais.

Não há guarda-chuva

contra o mundo

cada dia devorado nos jornais

sob as espécies de papel e tinta.

Não há guarda-chuva

contra o tempo,

rio fluindo sob a casa, correnteza

carregando os dias, os cabelos.

| João Cabral de Melo Neto - A Carlos Drummond de Andrade |

don't say hi if you don't have time for a nice goodbye

it's when you walk in, it's when you beat my ghosts that something surprises and you're feeling down. And it's when you talk with, with a friend so sad that seven eighty nine fears going down. When you're walking down the road with saddest signs, there're no green lights and only stars and no one to drive me home, alone I can't say goodbye.  I was feeling doubts and so who am I, wake up and no supplies and there's something inside my head alone I can't say goodbye.

too hard to know

quando as paredes falam