"it may be true that the law cannot make a man love me. but it can keep him from lynching me, and I think that's pretty important."

by mlk

tenho saudades das toalhas vermelhas, do pão integral e dos cremes na banheira.

i don't wanna be the last to go.

it seems i've burned paradise.

it seems i've burned paradise, though i have no idea how. so let's say goodbye to march with antony.

Hope there's someone
Who'll take care of me
When I die, will I go
Hope there's someone
Who'll set my heart free
Nice to hold when I'm tired
There's a ghost on the horizon
When I go to bed
How can I fall asleep at night
How will I rest my head
Oh I'm scared of the middle place
Between light and nowhere
I don't want to be the one
Left in there, left in there
There's a man on the horizon
Wish that I'd go to bed
If I fall to his feet tonight
Will allow rest my head
So here's hoping I will not drown
Or paralyze in light
And godsend I don't want to go
To the seal's watershed
Hope there's someone
Who'll take care of me
When I die, Will I go
Hope there's someone
Who'll set my heart free
Nice to hold when I'm tired.

Antony and The Johnsons-Hope there's someone

everybody is invited to dinner in my imaginary house.

i can assure you i saw a dinosaur at my window.

it's like a drug, but without dinosaurs sat on my window. i saved money to invest in pain, but there isn't such market. i want a regular life. like waking up in a saturday morning, dressing pretty and going out with the aim of buying some fruits and pain. people don't realize the value of darkness with no pain attached is actually zero. it's like waiting for an announced life that had never come. i want to wear a dead person's coat cause it would make me believe. i wanna be a chargé d'affaires for pain. i'm not trying to wreck your life, i'm just trying to make mine better. no more linear thoughts, okay? i'm hungry for pain, that's it.

"gostava mesmo de chegar aos 102, mas só se ainda tiver taramenho para tirar os pêlos do bigode."

by old woman

-o que é me quer dizer sobre o seu curriculum?
-hum... (pausa) é papel A4 e ainda não está em modelo europeu.

cheguei e a porta estava aberta. mas não fui eu que a abri. quando lá cheguei, ela já estava aberta. eu não lhe mexi. deixei-a exactamente à mesma distância que a encontrei. não fui eu. se não lhe mexi, não posso ter sido eu. não deixei a porta aberta. nem fechada. deixei-a tal qual a encontrei. não lhe toquei com um dedo. no máximo respirei um bocado para cima dela. aliás, não foi para cima dela. simplesmente não estava a pensar para onde direccionar o meu bafo. mas não fui eu. não deixei a porta aberta.

all my friends are in jail.