terça-feira, 7 de março de 2017

banksy

copyright is for losers


Laugh now, but one day we'll be in charge

keep it real


a lot of people never use their initiative because no-one told them to


It takes a lot of guts to stand up anonymously in a western democracy and call for things no-one belives in - like peace and justice and freedom


there are no exceptions to the rule that everyone thinks they're an exception to the rules


have a nice day


please take your litter home




sohn, london 2004

love poem


beyond watching eyes

with sweet and tender kisses

our souls reached out to each other

in breathless wonder


and when i awoke

from a vast and smiling peace

i found you bathed in morning light

quietly studying

all the messages on my phone
when the time comes to leave, just walk away quietly and don't make any fuss


the key to making great art is all in the composition


what are you looking at?

sometimes i feel so sick at the state of the world i can't even finish my second apple pie


can't beat the feelin'


you told that joke twice

nosferatu

wait, young man. you can't escape destiny by running away.

segunda-feira, 26 de maio de 2014

time

A blank page after 5 years.
Do I feel any change?
not really...
is it scary that nothing changed?
not really...
its safe but addictive... the idea that in the end we're the same person that we were before.
ideas change, ideals change but our soul doesn't and that's comforting.
Its as if you still have yourself and you will always have.
Goals were reached and dreams left for later, what about time?
Time passed, and it passed so fast...
What do we want to keep from time?
What can we hold on to? Family? Friends? Past?
Definitely all of that however what do we really want to hold on to?
I want to keep the questions...
I want to keep questioning everything, that's the only way we can trick time...
Is time our biggest enemy or our dearest friend? The one that never leave us... Time will be with us until the end of the time. And when the time comes, there wont be no time left...

Its suffocating the idea that theres no time, when the only actual thing we have its time. What a circle with no end.

On my birthday I look back questioning
 what have done this year?
what have I done with my time?
Was it worth it?
Realising that I haven't asked enough, haven't searched enough, haven't said enough... So what's the point of passing the time if we let it pass by us?


The ideal would be to go back in time but if so , time wouldn't pass and we wouldn't have to pass it.
So again, theres this circle, just like a watch that goes nowhere but its present all the time.
How addictive can it be?


Wanting something because we don't have, but once its ours we can't hold on to?


Its here and its mine.
This time its mine, I can feel it I can live it but I can't hold on to it.
My advice is to hold onto the time you have, as much as you have.
 you wont run out of it...
 until it pass.


sexta-feira, 9 de outubro de 2009

Estar...apenas estar...

Quando a vida não é mais do que, simplesmente, vida....
Quando não há nada que nos faça chorar...nem rir!
Quando estamos numa planície, não há montanhas nem buracos!
De repente temos tudo apagado.
Pensamos que temos assuntos a resolver, mas na verdade tudo está resolvido. Ou então nao havia nada por resolver.
Será que esta sensação chega? Será que preenche?
Será que é esta a felicidade que procuramos?
Porque afinal estamos a viver... E hà alguma coisa mais importante do que viver?
Fumar um cigarro, e estar... apenas, estar...
Pensar e respirar.
É isto que é a vida...


...e muito mais.