Read this, read this not...
Wednesday, 27 January 2010
22:00If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,
Life would be delight,--
But things couldn't go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn't be I.
If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I'd be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn't be you.
If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,--
Yet they'd all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn't be we.
E.E. CUMMINGS
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Uma explicação:
O que esse poema diz sobre o meu dia?
Quase nada, provavelmente. Mostra que eu andei lendo o livro de poemas que eu tenho aqui no computador há tempo, e nunca termino, mas olho ocasionalmente e acho algo que me agrada? Yep.
Que o "eu gostei desse poema quando eu o li...", mostra, então, meus gostos na época? Sim, sim.
Ssse blog fica progressivamente mais confuso enquanto eu tento organizá-lo, mas, isso é exatamente aquilo que eu não posso evitar, e o propósito dessas anotações: lembrar-me de quem eu sou.
E, ah!, até a obs. tardia?
Bite me!
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Here is where I'm free. Free to write, free to think. I'm all by myself, all to myself. Only me. I can shout my fucks and cry my Oh Gods. Look to my madness or say "who are you?" Today, I fell connected. Tomorrow, maybe not. Maybe I'm too worried with other things, someone is here with me. Maybe inspiration didn't hit me. My most important thoughts (to me) come to me when I'm far away from notepads and notebooks, but close to myself. That's what this is made of.
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About
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and -- in spite of True Romance magazines -- we shall all someday look
back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely -- at
least, not all the time -- but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important,
and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your
happiness.
— Hunter S. Thompsonthe months passed by...
January 2010,
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November 2010,
December 2010,
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