Oi vo!
Sabe, eu nao sei o que tem acontecido na minha vida, ta tudo tao diferente, eu ja nao tenho tempo, ja nao sento mais, ja nao escrevo minhas poesias...
Mas as vezes eu sinto um vazio...
Eu sinto falta de poder ligar pra voce e ouvir: "Ooo minha filha, ta tudo bem com voce?" - Ou ainda de chegar na sua casa, tocar a campanhia, tampar o olho magico com o dedo e ver seu sorriso antusiastico ao me ver e dar tres ou mais beijinhos ao mesmo tempo na minha bochecha.
Eu sinto falta de pentear seu cabelo enquanto voce deita no sofa e acaba tirando um chochilo, de ficar assistindo tv e lendo jornal com voce nos domingos. Eu sinto falta de alguem enchendo meu ego e de ver como voce orgulhoso porque qualquer feito que eu te mostre.
E muito estranho, agora eu nao estou nem mais no nosso pais... Eu casei, e por um acaso vou acabar tendo um bebezinho um dia. Ainda estou assimilando isso sabe...
Queria poder compartilhar isso mais de perto com voce, tenho certeza que ficaria orgulhoso de ver como eu cresci e amadureci.
Mas sabe o que e bom de tudo isso? Eu consigo fechar os olhos e repetir tudo dentro da minha cabeca, e sentir o calor no meu coracao, parece ate que consigo te sentir aqui pertinho de mim.
No primeiro momento que soube que voce tinha ido descansar parecia que um pedaco de mim tinha sido arrancado, eu nao sei descrever tudo o que senti.
Foi um vazio, que preenchi com lagrimas ate eu aprender que agora voce vive aqui dentro de mim, e assim que vai ser pra sempre. Mas as vezes gosto de escrever, porque sinto como se eu pudesse te olhar, te abracar...
Eu espero que voce esteja muito feliz no seu descanso, espero que esteja de fato orgulhoso de mim como eu imagino que esteja e que receba agora um abraco bem apertado e tres beijinhos na bochecha de sua neta, meu veinho. Te amo muito e voce sabe disso...
6.28.2009
3.23.2009
Se essa rua fosse minha...
Se essa rua, se essa rua fosse minha
eu mandava, eu mandava ladrilhar
Com pedrinhas, com pedrinhas de brilhantes
So pro meu, so pro meu amor passar
Nessa rua, nessa rua tem um bosque
Que se chama, que se chama solidao
Dentro dele, dentro dele mora um anjo
Que roubou, que roubou meu coracao
Se roubei, se roubei seu coracao
Tu roubaste, tu roubaste o meu tambem
Se roubei, se roubei seu coracao
Foi porque, so porque te quero bem...
eu mandava, eu mandava ladrilhar
Com pedrinhas, com pedrinhas de brilhantes
So pro meu, so pro meu amor passar
Nessa rua, nessa rua tem um bosque
Que se chama, que se chama solidao
Dentro dele, dentro dele mora um anjo
Que roubou, que roubou meu coracao
Se roubei, se roubei seu coracao
Tu roubaste, tu roubaste o meu tambem
Se roubei, se roubei seu coracao
Foi porque, so porque te quero bem...
3.15.2009
Dis·so·nance
1. A harsh, disagreeable combination of sounds; discord.
2. Lack of agreement, consistency, or harmony; conflict:
3. Music A combination of tones contextually considered to suggest unrelieved tension and require resolution.
Lack of agreement it's all we can find, it's all we can see and at the same time is all that we're always trying to avoid in our lifes. Or, at least should be.
It's just the opposite of everything that we see in TV, in the media, in the globalized world and capitalism society.
We're supposed to born, to learn, to go to school, to make wishlists, and visualize ourselves driving nice cars, make shit tons of garbage a day, use as much water as possible, spend our days working for the man, making money and more money, consuming more and more, getting fat and consuming crap, create a family and not have time to raise, not have as much time as we wish to spend with our kids, even though all the advertisements say the opposite, then we spend more time just running against the time, trying to change our lives, and then find harmony and live happily ever after, just as in a fairytale, or a tv commercial.
But then there's these people who makes art, people who live their lives free and make all this dissonance sounds clear and harmonic, in all the stories, songs, lullabies, paitings and everything else we can imagine.
All the feelings that came from teardrops, smiles, from a little blossom flower in the spring or the cold snow flurry, from a sparkle of a star or the black sky in a moonless night.
Just to bring a little bit more of sense to all of this, a little bit more emotion and excitement to this boring life.
Listening to - Nico & Velvet Underground - And Warhol (the album)
1. A harsh, disagreeable combination of sounds; discord.
2. Lack of agreement, consistency, or harmony; conflict:
3. Music A combination of tones contextually considered to suggest unrelieved tension and require resolution.
Lack of agreement it's all we can find, it's all we can see and at the same time is all that we're always trying to avoid in our lifes. Or, at least should be.
It's just the opposite of everything that we see in TV, in the media, in the globalized world and capitalism society.
We're supposed to born, to learn, to go to school, to make wishlists, and visualize ourselves driving nice cars, make shit tons of garbage a day, use as much water as possible, spend our days working for the man, making money and more money, consuming more and more, getting fat and consuming crap, create a family and not have time to raise, not have as much time as we wish to spend with our kids, even though all the advertisements say the opposite, then we spend more time just running against the time, trying to change our lives, and then find harmony and live happily ever after, just as in a fairytale, or a tv commercial.
But then there's these people who makes art, people who live their lives free and make all this dissonance sounds clear and harmonic, in all the stories, songs, lullabies, paitings and everything else we can imagine.
All the feelings that came from teardrops, smiles, from a little blossom flower in the spring or the cold snow flurry, from a sparkle of a star or the black sky in a moonless night.
Just to bring a little bit more of sense to all of this, a little bit more emotion and excitement to this boring life.
Listening to - Nico & Velvet Underground - And Warhol (the album)
3.06.2009
Wellcome Back To Wonderland
Why? Because I've been in a non-sense land before...
I had my particular world with and all the histories that happened, or just passed through my mind...
Doesn't really matter.
But, the wonderland is back, and you'll find out more about...
As soon as the words start to fill it up the blank spaces in the screen...
I had my particular world with and all the histories that happened, or just passed through my mind...
Doesn't really matter.
But, the wonderland is back, and you'll find out more about...
As soon as the words start to fill it up the blank spaces in the screen...
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