Archivos mensuales: agosto 2010

Não é desgraça ser pobre.

Não é desgraça ser pobre não é desgraça ser louca desgraça é trazer o fado no coração e na boca Nesta vida desvairada ser feliz é coisa pouca se as loucas não sentem nada não é desgraça ser louca Ao nascer trouxe uma estrela nela o destino traçado não foi desgraça trazê-la desgraça é trazer […]

Telerrealidad.

Television portraits, Paul Graham. TELE-PHOBIA I fear I’m becoming a social pariah, And everyone says my condition is dire. Wherever I go I meet scorn and derision, For the terrible truth is-I’ve gone off television! I’m fed up with Taggart, and Poirot and Morse, Burnside and Tosh and the rest of the Force; Rapes, robberies […]

Maestría.

Fiabilidad.

In relation to men and women, our most basic stereotypical expectation is simply that they will be different rather than the same. We actively look for differences, and seek out resources which discuss them. Faced with claims like BT’s ‘men stand up to make phone calls whereas women sit down’, our first reaction is more […]

I do.

When I’m done with thinking, then I’m done with you When I’m done with crying, then I’m done with you When I feel so tired, then I’m done with you Everybody feels this way sometimes, everybody feels this way. And I do. Wou can hear it, but I do. You can hear it, but I […]

I know the only one for me can only be you.

The more I see you, The more I want you. Somehow this feeling Just grows and grows. With every sigh I become more mad about you, More lost without you, And so it goes. Can you imagine How much I’ll love you The more I see you As years go by? I know the only […]

Fiebre.

Tener fiebre no es de ahora. Hace mucho tiempo que empezó.

Elegancia.

If the stars were mine I’d give them all to you I’d pluck them down right from the sky and leave it only blue I would never let the sun forget to shine upon your face so when others would have rain clouds you’d have only sunny days If the stars were mine I’d tell […]

There is a light that never goes out.

Song.

When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the […]