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
sexta-feira, 8 de outubro de 2010
sexta-feira, 11 de junho de 2010
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
"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
domingo, 23 de maio de 2010
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
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
sábado, 20 de fevereiro de 2010
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
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
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