sallow and halo

Poetry Here, Tonight

Day 21- Polar wind

Day 20 - DEATH

breathless and blue

things can't be as they seem, I'm so far from home
this must be another dream, but my eyes are open

Day 18 - Silence

Day 17

Day 17 - WHY IS IT SO LOUD

Day 17 - WHY IS IT SO LOUD

Vienna

Day 15

Day 15

Day 14

"The more I see, the less I know for sure"

Day 14

Francine
"Thomas Listen. Listen.
There are times when life calls out for a change.
A transition. Like the seasons.
Our Spring was wonderful, but Summer is over now and we missed out on autumn.
And now all of a sudden, it's cold, so cold that everything is freezing over.
Our love fell asleep, and the snow took it by surprise.
But if you fall asleep in the snow, you don't feel death coming."


Thomas
"And you were accepted, of course.
You moved from Boston to Paris into a little apartment on the rue du Faubourg-Saint-Denis.
I shoed you our neighborhood, my bars, my school.
I introduced you to my friends, my parents.
I listened to your texts, your singing, your hopes, your desires, your music.
You listened to mine. My Italian, my German, a bit of Russian.
I gave you a walkman. You gave me a pillow.
And one day, you kissed me.
Time went by, time flew and everything seemed so easy, so simple, so free, so new, so unique. We went to the movies, we went dancing, we went shopping, we laughed, you cried, we swam, we smoked, we shaved, sometimes for no reason, or for a reason. Yes, sometimes for a reason.
We were close, so close, ever so close"

Day 13

Paris 2010

long long time ago

Black

Black

Brie

Cadernos de Platão

Habsburgos

We'll meet again

Se eu morresse por agora era esta a musica que queria que tocasse

So, will you please say hello
To the folks that I know
Tell them I won't be long
They'll be happy to know
That as you saw me go
I was singing this song

We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But I know we'll meet again
Some sunny day...

An Italian Madonna

An Italian Madonna leaves Florence for me
by blueq

Day 09

I don't even know.

I'm very tired.

Desmembrada

Hoje, acordei desmembrada ...

À minha frente, a plateia sustinha a respiração, sem grandes expectativas, sem aplausos, o silencio reinava numa sala ainda escura, enquanto ao fundo, as cores se formavam e o meu despertar equivalia ao preço da minha própria vida. A palavra "Só por hoje" repetia-se nos meus ouvidos como gritos lançadas à alma vazia. "É só hoje!" Não é pedir-me muito..Pareceu tanto...Fugi das vozes ancestrais, fugi do conforto e de braços abertos enfrentei este dia de escuridão, que era só um. Descobri que por hoje já não cabia em mim, esvaziei-me para amanhã voltar a preencher.


Voltei a precisar de mim!

Mono

o que eu perdi ontem!

07 Day

Paris 2010

Day 05

Day 04

Inject me some music to make me lose my pain

i wish i could live here