"After great pain a formal feeling comes--
The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs;
The stiff Heart questions--was it He that bore?
And yesterday--or centuries before?

The feet, mechanical, go round
A wooden way
Of ground, or air, or ought,
Regardless grown,
A quartz contentment, like a stone.

This is the hour of lead
Remembered if outlived,
As freezing persons recollect the snow--
First chill, then stupor, then the letting go."

Emily Dickinson


Um Feliz 2010!

Keith Haring

Cosy in the Rocket

Climb, climb into a rocket
And we set the fuse to go, go go
Head start, cosy in the rocket
And I need to go, to go, go,go
Tip top ready for the sky
And I'm tip top ready to go
Tip top ready for the sky
And I'm tip top ready to go,go,go


Come, come, fly into my palm
And collapse
Oh, oh, suppose you'll never know


Nobody knows where they might end up
Nobody knows
Nobody knows where they might wake up
Nobody knows
Nobody knows where they might end up
Nobody knows
Nobody knows where they might wake up
Nobody knows


Tic tac toe, you're fitting into place
And now the old ways don't seem true
Stick stop blue you're only shifting
In the same old shape you always do
Tip top ready for the sky
And I'm tick tock ready to go
Tip top ready for the sky
And I'm tip top ready to go, go go


Come, come, fly into my palm
And collapse
Oh oh, suppose you'll never know


Come, come, fly into my palm
And collapse
Oh oh, suppose you'll never know

Cinema...

E foi com este filme que comecei o meu espirito de Natal.






P.s.: Eu já não ia ao cinema desde "Blindness". xD

X-mas

Para quem acredita no Natal, para quem não acredita, para quem acha que isto é uma maneira de fazer as pessoas gastarem rios de dinheiro, deixo-vos umas músicas de Natal que são uma fofura.
Bom Natal! E para quem não acredite nisso, que seja pelo menos um dia de ou uma noite em que as coisas sejam boas, nem que seja só por umas horas. É a noite da família. Aos meus amigos, guardo-vos no meu coração.

schweigen schweigen schweigen

schweigen schweigen schweigen

Schweigen schweigen schwiegen

Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
Ooh, the years burn

I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what i choose is my choice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you

Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who's left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn

I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my voice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you

The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you