«Escrever é usar as palavras que se guardaram: se tu falares de mais, já não escreves, porque não te resta nada para dizer.»

Miguel Sousa Tavares, No Teu Deserto

A publicação com que tinha pensado fechar o ano, é aquela que, muito curiosamente, abre o ano de 2017. Não tendo muito mais a acrescentar só me resta desejar-vos um excelente ano! Feliz 2017!

Falta-nos tanto e basta um abraço para termos tudo.

 Pedro Chagas Freitas

Roubado à Dani

“Good morning, Hell-A. In the land of the lotus-eaters, time plays tricks on you. One day you’re dreaming, the next, your dream has become your reality. It was the best of times. If only someone had told me. Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, harsh lessons learned. My family goes on without me, while I drown in a sea of pointless pussy. I don’t know how I got here. But here I am, rotting away in the warm California sun. There are things I need to figure out, for her sake, at least. The clock is ticking. The gap is widening. She won’t always love me “no matter what”

 Hank Moody

“Time really is one big continuous cloth, no? We habitually cut out pieces of time to fit us, so we tend to fool ourselves into thinking that time is our size, but it really goes on and on.” 

This might be the beginning of something beautiful.

“What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.”

T.S. Elliot

E eu sou leve. Por isso vivo com o vento. Tenho dias de ser brisa, tenho dias de ser ventania.

mel de vespas

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