et plus ça change, plus c'est la même chôse

Paulo Leminski

dog days are over?

Happiness hit her like a train on a track

Coming towards her stuck still no turning back
She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with her drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind
You cant carry it with you if you want to survive

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can't you hear the horses?
'Cause here they come

And I never wanted anything from you
Except everything you had
and what was left after that too, oh
Happiness hit her like a bullet in the head
Struck from a great height
by someone who should know better than that

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can't you hear the horses?
'Cause here they come

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your loving behind
You cant carry it with you if you want to survive

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can't you hear the horses?
'Cause here they come

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run

(Florence + The Machine)

encore, toujours...

eu quero amor feinho.
amor feinho não olha um pro outro.
uma vez encontrado, é igual fé,
não teologa mais.
duro de forte, o amor feinho é magro, doido por sexo
e filhos tem os quantos haja.
tudo que não fala, faz.
planta beijo de três cores ao redor da casa
e saudade roxa e branca,
da comum e da dobrada.
amor feinho é bom porque não fica velho.
cuida do essencial; o que brilha nos olhos é o que é:
eu sou homem você é mulher.
amor feinho não tem ilusão,
o que ele tem é esperança:
eu quero amor feinho.

Adélia Prado

je ne sais quoi

Eu quase que nada não sei. 

Mas desconfio de muita coisa.

(Guimarães Rosa)