Lower your expectations.

"As pessoas não gostam de você pelo o que você é, elas gostam pelo o que você pode oferecer a elas. Costumam chamar de “desilusão” quando descobrem que o que queriam, você não pode dar e te descartam como objetos. Então, pergunto a mim mesma : o que move o mundo, o desejo de parecer ou o desejo de ter? Indago-me algumas vezes, percebo que sou incapaz de compreender. Ao menos sei que o que move o meu mundo é o desejo de ser, ser alguém que ama e acredita, confiante, que é amado. Mas, por enquanto, continua sendo apenas um desejo..."

Caio Fernando Abreu

Peligro

No deberían engañar

Pero caen en la tentación

Un torbellino

De locura, de ardor y deseo


Si aumenta el peligro

Aumenta la excitación

La lluvia golpea

El techo de la habitación


Tiene tanto que perder

Sin embargo no pueden parar

Tesón primitivo

Lazo de fuego


Tan real el peligro

Irracional atracción

La lluvia golpea

El techo de la habitación


Y después

Que ya no se verán nunca más

Pero el misterio

Los arrastra al placer sin remedio


Aumenta el peligro

Crece la satisfacción

La lluvia golpea y golpea

El techo de la habitación


Gotan Project

The Awakening

"The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation. The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace."

"At a very early period she had apprehended instintively the dual life - that outward existence which conforms, the inward life which questions."

"Edna began to feel like one who awakensgradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul."

"I know I shall like it, like the feeling of freedom and independence."

"The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhauted, fluttering back to earth."

"There was something in her attitude, in her whole appearance when she leaned her head against the high-backed chair and spread her arms, which suggested the regal woman, the one who rules, who looks on, who stands alone."

"The years that are gone seem like dreams - if one might go on sleeping and dreaming - but to wake up and find - oh! well! perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all one's life."

Kate Chopin

divã.

"Sempre desprezei as coisas mornas, as coisas que não provocam ódio nem paixão, as coisas definidas como mais ou menos, um filme mais ou menos ,um livro mais ou menos.
Tudo perda de tempo.
Viver tem que ser perturbador, é preciso que nossos anjos e demônios sejam despertados, e com eles sua raiva, seu orgulho, seu asco, sua adoraçao ou seu desprezo.
O que não faz você mover um músculo, o que não faz você estremecer, suar, desatinar, não merece fazer parte da sua biografia."

Martha Medeiros

too much of not enough.

She tripped on a hole that I'd dug in the soil to be part
of a human garden and I couldn't stand
in the straight postured sun, but you stood in the mud
which came unsoiled when I came along,
when I came along, when I came along...

I strap myself in for a safe saccaride ride
before it started I tried to be anything I saw fit
and it all seemed to fit, but you came undone when I came along
when I came along, when I came along...

A close look at something so close
I'ts too much of not enough
A close look at something so close
I'ts too much of not enough
When all we need is just a taste

Blind white lies and shallow truth
Broken strings and stolen youth
I've seen too much of not enough
You came much closer than they had before

You never stopped needing,
You never stopped needing,
You never stopped needing,
And it's good for nothing.

Silverchair

within you without you.

we were talking about the space between us all
and the people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion
never glimpse the truth then it's far too late when they pass away.
we were talking about the love we all could share-when we find it
to try our best to hold it there with our love
with our love we could save the world if they only knew.
try to realize it's all within yourself
no-one else can make you change
and to see you're really only very small,
and life flows ON within you and without you.
we were talking about the love that's gone so cold and the people,
who gain the world and lose their soul
they don't know they can't see... are you one of them?
when you've seen beyond yourself then you may find, peace of mind,
is waiting there and the time will come when you see
we're all one, and life flows on within you and without you.

the beatles.

João, em sua juventude, foi internado pela família em um manicômio. Considerado louco, o compositor estava, certo dia, olhando pela janela de seu quarto quando uma enfermeira entrou e perguntou o que estava fazendo. João respondeu que estava "olhando o vento descabelar as árvores". A enfermeira o interpelou, talvez no afã de mostrar lucidez, alegando que árvores não possuem cabelos. João, meio desanimado, respondeu: "E tem gente que não tem poesia".