February 2012
50 posts
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Assim que digo adeus
Estava ela ali, com seu vestido preto e seu guarda-chuva vermelho, velho companheiro que cansei de ver sendo levado de lá pra cá. Estava parada em frente a mim, e fitando com aqueles olhos, “olhos de ressaca” é a descrição tão perfeita que, se ela vivesse na mesma época de Machado, seria a musa inspiradora para Capitu.
Passaram-se segundos, mas na minha cabeça foram horas. Percorri com os olhos...
Promises Are for Liars
blogut:
Because, you know, Either you’re going To do it or You’re not. Slight as light Reflected from the stream Onto the wavering Willow leaves, Eternal love Doesn’t need Eternity, see? A cyclone of sand- Hill cranes Rises from the corn Slathering the Ephemeral work. Let’s don’t worry. Let’s don’t ask. Our institutions Are standing by. But I keep thinking How easy it is To get lost in the sky...
“There`s a passage I got memorized, seems appropriate for this situation :...”
– Samuel L. Jackson, Pulp Fiction (via octavaugustus)
“People in the street that we’ll never get to meet. These tracks don’t bend...”
– Jack Johnson (via hannah-fish) 