my_tiger_walks

2009-11-15T15:07:00.002Z

..SoWas my love an old chewing gum spitted out by your mouth?

Depeche Mode - 14 Nov 09 :::::LX

2009-11-15T15:03:00.003Z

2009-11-15T14:16:00.003Z

2009-10-24T01:14:00.002+01:00

LISPECTOR, Clarice. Fragmentos diversos perdidos na minha agenda.
Nada que existe escapa à transfiguração, não saberei que existi daqui a poucos anos.
Fez-se muitas perguntas mas nunca pode responder: parava para sentir.
A tragédia moderna é a procura vã de adaptação do homem ao estado de coisas que ele criou.
eu me sinto tão dentro do mundo que me parece não estar pensando, mas usando de uma nova modalidade de respirar
não é o grau que separa a inteligência do gênio, mas a qualidade
Medo de não amar, maior que o medo de não ser amado.
Que façam harpas de meus nervos quando eu morrer.
... a vida sempre nos deixa intocados.
conto apenas o que vi, não o que vejo (não sei repetir)
Lalande - lágrimas de anjo. É o mar, que nenhumm olhar ainda viu.
a beleza das palavras, natureza abstrata de Deus
Se amar um marinheiro terei amado o mundo inteiro.
essa tristeza leve é a constatação de viver
Meu filho crescerá de minha força e me esmagará com sua vida
posso parir um filho e nada sei
compreende a vida porque não é suficientemente inteligente para não compreendê-la
- Bom é viver. Mau é... Mau é não viver...
- Morrer?
- Não, não. Mau é não viver... morrer é diferente do bom e do mal
É curioso como não sei dizer quem sou. Quer dizer, sei-o bem, mas não posso dizer.
Sobretudo tenho medo de dizer, porque no momento em que tento falar não só não exprimo o que sinto, como o que sinto se transforma lentamente no que digo.

love song for a vampire

2009-08-31T02:57:00.000+01:00

2009-08-29T22:36:00.000+01:00

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2009-08-04T23:48:00.002+01:00

retrato

2009-08-03T23:06:00.001+01:00

Canção do bandido, só que em italiano...

2009-08-03T21:35:00.001+01:00

boy meet boy, boys have coffee, boys talk...end of story.(with a lot of cigarretes)

Future, Sarah Lucas

2009-08-03T00:21:00.001+01:00

2009-08-02T23:59:00.000+01:00

2009-08-02T23:49:00.000+01:00

2009-08-02T21:40:00.002+01:00

Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma!

Tu pure, o, Principessa,

nella tua fredda stanza,

guardi le stelleche fremono d'amoree di speranza.

Ma il mio mistero e chiuso in me,

il nome mio nessun sapra!

No, no, sulla tua bocca lo diroquando la luce splendera!

Ed il mio bacio sciogliera il silenzioche ti fa mia!

(Il nome suo nessun sapra!...e noi dovrem, ahime, morir!)

Dilegua, o notte!

Tramontate, stelle!

All'alba vincero!vincero, vincero!

2009-08-02T21:27:00.000+01:00

2009-08-02T21:25:00.000+01:00

2009-04-17T03:07:00.003+01:00

Why do men´s listening with the dick? So sad...

sorry, i lost my voice....

2009-04-01T00:44:00.000+01:00

Vincent Gallo

2009-04-01T00:32:00.001+01:00

2009-03-31T23:57:00.002+01:00

2009-01-13T05:22:00.000Z

Dantes não tinha medo nenhum, quando me queria embora…mas tu não: “tesoro, tesoro…” e pumba!
Desligo estas coisas todas eléctricas que nos ligam, juro! Sinto-me um doente cardíaco terminal MERDA!
Deixo de pagar e luz e tudo!
A ver se me mandas o pombo?! Desgraçado!
Não pecebes que arranco-te dos sítios?
Não! Não percebes porque sou má a explicar-te ainda por cima…sou má porque não me traduzo…não sei as palavras todas. E as que sei fazem coisas sozinhas. São cão que não conhecem o dono! Estúpidas!

2009-01-13T04:38:00.002Z

please!!!! don´t make me come back....

Léo Férre

2009-01-13T03:32:00.000Z

2009-01-13T03:18:00.001Z

2008-12-28T00:56:00.003Z

2008-12-28T00:42:00.000Z

2008-12-27T23:48:00.002Z

how far can i be?

2008-12-17T00:48:00.002Z

2008-11-26T23:17:00.000Z

2008-11-25T00:30:00.001Z

Charles Bukowski II

2008-11-25T00:17:00.001Z

having the flu and
with nothing else to do

I read a book about John Dos Passos and according to
the book once radical-communist
John ended up in the Hollywood Hills living off investments
and reading the
Wall Street Journal

this seems to happen all too often.

what hardly ever happens is
a man going from being a young conservative to becoming an
old wild-ass radical

however:
young conservatives always seem to become old
conservatives.
it's a kind of lifelong mental vapor-lock.

but when a young radical ends up an
old radical
the critics
and the conservatives
treat him as if he escaped from a mental
institution.

such is our politics and you can have it
all.

keep it.

sail it up your
ass.

©2001 Linda Lee Bukowski
reprinted with permission of Black Sparrow Press

2008-11-25T00:13:00.000Z

Charles Bukowski

2008-11-25T00:02:00.003Z

what can we do?

at their best, there is gentleness in Humanity.
some understanding and, at times, acts of
courage
but all in all it is a mass, a glob that doesn't
have too much.
it is like a large animal deep in sleep and
almost nothing can awaken it.
when activated it's best at brutality,
selfishness, unjust judgments, murder.

what can we do with it, this Humanity?

nothing.

avoid the thing as much as possible.
treat it as you would anything poisonous, vicious
and mindless.
but be careful. it has enacted laws to protect
itself from you.
it can kill you without cause.
and to escape it you must be subtle.
few escape.

it's up to you to figure a plan.

I have met nobody who has escaped.

I have met some of the great and
famous but they have not escaped
for they are only great and famous within
Humanity.

I have not escaped
but I have not failed in trying again and
again.

before my death I hope to obtain my
life.

from blank gun silencer - 1994

2008-11-06T00:49:00.000Z

2008-10-27T11:38:00.002Z

2008-10-18T00:06:00.000+01:00

2008-10-16T23:28:00.002+01:00

2008-10-16T23:26:00.000+01:00

2008-10-14T01:30:00.001+01:00

You have killed me, so what????

2008-10-14T00:59:00.002+01:00

"Pasolini is me
'Accattone' you'll be
I entered nothing and nothing entered me
'Til you came with the key
And you did your best but

As I live and breathe
You have killed me
You have killed me
Yes I walk around somehow
But you have killed me
You have killed me

Piazza Cavour, what's my life for?

Visconti is me
Magnani you'll never be
I entered nothing and nothing entered me
'Til you came with the key
And you did your best but

As I live and breathe
You have killed me
You have killed me
Yes, I walk around somehow
But you have killed me
You have killed me

Who am I that I come to be here...?

As I live and breathe
You have killed me
You have killed me
Yes I walk around somehow
But you have killed me
You have killed me

And there is no point saying this again
there is no point saying this again
But I forgive you, I forgive you
Always I do forgive you."

2008-10-14T00:43:00.001+01:00

"Enquanto não superarmos
a ânsia do amor sem limites,
não podemos crescer
emocionalmente.

Enquanto não atravessarmos
a dor de nossa própria solidão,
continuaremos
a nos buscar em outras metades.
Para viver a dois, antes, é
necessário ser um."

F.P

2008-09-27T16:04:00.001+01:00

...feeling like Carmen Miranda... cabeça de Tutti-Frutti pá!!!!

2008-08-30T16:20:00.001+01:00

Vieni, entra e coglimi

Vieni, entra e coglimi, saggiami provami…
comprimimi discioglimi tormentami…
infiammami programmami rinnovami.
Accelera… rallenta… disorientami.

Cuocimi bollimi addentami… covami.
Poi fondimi e confondimi… spaventami…
nuocimi, perdimi e trovami, giovami.
Scovami… ardimi bruciami arroventami.

Stringimi e allentami, calami e aumentami.
Domani, sgominami poi sgomentami…
dissociami divorami… comprovami.

Legami annegami e infine annientami.
Addormentami e ancora entra… riprovami.
Incoronami. Eternami. Inargentami.

Patrizia Valduga

Valquiria ou o tempo passa duas vezes...

2008-08-30T16:04:00.001+01:00

2008-08-30T15:40:00.001+01:00

BUT I LOVE MONSTERS!

2007-05-05T20:05:00.000+01:00

The sleep of reason produces monsters, Goya

da lúcia!

2007-03-13T23:01:00.000Z

2007-02-28T17:56:00.000Z

DEPOIS OS DIAS, AS HORAS...O RESTO.
CALA A CHUVA DO TEU ORGÃO BRANCO, TÁ SURDO!
CALA O DIA DO GALO CHATO, TÁ SURDO!
DEPOIS O FRIGORIFICO,
O QUE RESPIRA, PARECE-ME SURDO!
E O BARULHO QUE PAREÇO FAZER QUANDO VIVO...
CALA-O TAMBÉM!
TOU SURDA!!!!!!!

2007-02-28T17:24:00.000Z

podes bem ficar aqui, posso bem segurar-te quando finges que cais,
posso bem ser a que te grita as palavras que procuravas,
ou fugir dentro dos pulmões do teu acordeon, também posso bem
podes bem pagar-me com cuspo, com carne, com tempo
podes isso tudo bem
e levares a mão que cortei à boca, podes. Bom.

2007-02-28T17:20:00.000Z

não precisas de boca, dela não sái nada!!!
cospe o cabelo q te nasceu lá

2007-01-18T18:25:00.000Z

thomas, the cherry-tree

2006-12-01T22:02:00.000Z

Hugo, António e Bety - Braga, 12/11/06

2006-11-15T23:09:00.000Z

2006-11-15T22:49:00.000Z

"Je t´aime...moi non plus."- Serge Gainsbourg, 1976

2006-11-13T22:52:00.000Z

2006-11-13T21:42:00.000Z

- Feist- Inside and out Lyrics

( Bee Gees )

Baby, I can't figure it out

Your kisses taste like honey

Sweet lies don't gimme no rise

Oh, what you're trying to do

Livin' on your cheatin'and the pain grows inside me

It's enough to leave me crying in the rain

Love you forever but you're driving me insane

And I'm hanging on

Oh, oh, oh, oh

I'll win, I'll never give in

Our love has got the power

Too many lovers in one lifetime

Ain't good for me

You treat me like a vision in the night

Someone there to stand behind you

When your world ain't working right

I ain't no vision, I am the girl

who loves you inside and out

Backwards and forwards with my heart hanging out

I love no other way

What are we gonna do if we lose that fire

Wrap myself up and take me home again

Too many heartaches in my lifetime ain't good for me

I figure it's the love that keeps you warm

Let this moment be forever

We won't ever feel the storm

I ain't no vision, I am the girl

Who loves you inside and out

Backwards and forwards with my heart hanging out

I love no other way

What are we gonna do if we lose that fire

Don't try to tell me that it's over

I can't hear a word I can't hear a line

No girl could love you more

And that's what I'm cryin' for

You can't change the way I feel inside

You're the reason for my laughter and my sorrow

Blow out the candle I will burn again tomorrow

No man on earth can stand between my love and I

And no matter how you hurt me, I will love you till I die

I ain't no vision, I am the girl

Who loves you inside and out

Backwards and forwards with my heart hanging out

I love no other way

What are we gonna do if we lose that fire

Loves you inside and out

Backwards and forwards with my heart hanging out

I love no other way

What are we gonna do if we lose that fire

Inside and out

2006-11-13T21:24:00.000Z

"Love is a delicate spirit that loses it´s essence under scrutiny" - Candy Darling

Candy Darling

2006-11-12T20:15:00.000Z

Passive-aggressive behaviour

2006-11-05T21:32:00.000Z

Common signs of passive-aggressive personality disorder
There are certain behaviors that help identify passive-aggressive behavior.

Ambiguity
Avoiding responsibility by claiming forgetfulness
Blaming others
Chronic lateness and forgetfulness
Complaining
Does not express hostility or anger openly
Fear of competition
Fear of dependency
Fear of intimacy
Fears authority
Fosters chaos
Intentional inefficiency
Making excuses and lying
Obstructionism
Procrastination
Resentment
Resists suggestions from others
Sarcasm
Sullenness

(A passive-aggressive may not have all of these behaviours, and may have other non-passive-aggressive )traits.

toujours toi

2006-11-01T21:55:00.000Z

"Requiem Pour Un Con" - S. Gainsbourg

Ecoute les orgues

Elles jouent pour toi

Il est terrible cet air là

J'espère que tu aimes

C'est assez beau non

C'est le requiem pour un con

Je l'ai composé spécialement pour toi

A ta mémoire de scélérat

C'est un joli thème

Tu ne trouves pas

Semblable à toi même

Pauvre con

Voici les orgues

Qui remettent ça

Faut qu't'apprennes par coeur cet air là

Que tu n'aies pas même

Une hésitation

Sur le requiem pour un con

Quoi tu me regardes

Tu n'apprécies pas

Mais qu'est-ce qu'y a là dedans

Qui t'plaît pas

Pour moi c'est idem

Que ça t'plaise ou non

J'te l'rejoue quand même

Pauvre con

Ecoute les orgues

Elles jouent pour toi

Il est terrible cet air là

J'espère que tu aimes

C'est assez beau non

C'est le requiem pour un con

Je l'ai composé spécialement pour toi

A ta mémoire de scélérat

Sur ta figure blême

Aux murs des prisons

J'inscrirai moi-même : " Pauvre con "

au!

2006-11-01T15:06:00.000Z

your gun says BUUMM!

2006-10-31T22:22:00.000Z

it´s not my head, my sick head boy.
Fuck me harder!!
oh!....wanna take your bruises home. (another way to love you)

"reena" - Sonic Youth

2006-10-30T22:50:00.000Z

You keep me coming home again

When you were gone, I met a friend

She taught me how to live in the end

You keep me coming home again

Are her eyes brown or blue?

How does she keep her steady cool

My heart and soul are wrapped up in her eyes

A little blink, yeah, I recognize

A little blink, yeah, that's my prize

A wild horse sitting right there by your side

Hard to ignore, hard to disguise

Will she ever realize?

You keep me coming home again

When you were gone I was out of my mind

I had a friend who laughed all the time

I had a friend who cried all the time

I had a friend who screamed all the time

I had a friend who lied all the time

2006-10-30T22:37:00.000Z

2006-10-30T22:34:00.000Z

2006-10-30T22:04:00.000Z

....Jeanne Hebuterne.....

2006-10-28T13:51:00.000+01:00

2006-10-28T13:35:00.000+01:00

"Can i keep him?"- Anja Garbarek

In the end
There was no-one to see
No helicopters in the sky the next day
Or the day after
No-one was searching
'Cause no-one knew he was missing

He followed me home
Can I keep him?
He followed me

A pretty boy like you
With hands that could break me in two
But don't
Breaking away gently
Come on
Let's go

He's still warm
And close to me
I can see tears in his eyes
And I feel better

He followed me home
Can I keep him?
He followed me

In the end
There was no-one to see
No helicopters in the sky the next day
Or the day after
No-one was searching
'Cause no-one knew he was missing

2006-10-21T15:57:00.000+01:00

...AND USE YOUR OWN LIFE, BITCH!!!

(REMEMBER THE TIME OF PLENTY)

Antony and the Johnsons with Charles Atlas - Turning

2006-10-21T13:23:00.000+01:00

"Forma is working with International Music to co-produce the first European tour of Turning, a collaboration between Antony and the Johnsons and Charles Atlas to be presented in October - November 06."- http://www.forma.org.uk/programme/current/performances/turning.html

10 Nov 06
Theatro Circo de Braga, Braga, PT

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2006-10-21T12:23:00.000+01:00

....." Fiona".......

Amos Kollek , 1998

2006-10-21T11:21:00.000+01:00

F.Woodman

--------------------------------------------------------

Lyrics to "Song to the Siren" by This Mortal Coil

On the floating, shapeless oceans

I did all my best to smile

til your singing eyes and fingersdrew me loving into your eyes.

And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me;

Let me enfold you."

Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.

Did I dream you dreamed about me?

Were you here when I was full sail?

Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks.

For you sang, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow.

"Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.

I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.

I'm as riddled as the tide.

Should I stand amid the breakers?

Or shall I lie with death my bride?

Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."

"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."

2006-10-15T22:43:00.000+01:00

Às vezes tu dizias: os teus olhos são peixes verdes!

E eu acreditava.

Acreditava,porque ao teu lado todas as coisas eram possíveis.

Mas isso era no tempo dos segredos.

Era no tempo em que o teu corpo era um aquário.

Era no tempo em que os meus olhos eram os tais peixes verdes.

Hoje são apenas os meus olhos.

É pouco, mas é verdade: uns olhos como todos os outros.

Já gastámos as palavras.

Quando agora digo: meu amor...,

já não se passa absolutamente nada.

E no entanto, antes das palavras gastas,

tenho a certezade que todas as coisas estremeciam

só de murmurar o teu nome

no silêncio do meu coração.

Não temos já nada para dar.

Dentro de ti

não há nada que me peça água.

O passado é inútil como um trapo.

E já te disse: as palavras estão gastas.

Adeus

Eugénio de Andrade

2006-10-14T12:12:00.000+01:00

Drawings on paper, A4 from the publication NON, Annelise Coste, Edition Patrick Frey, Zürich, 2003

YES

2006-10-14T11:42:00.000+01:00

2006-10-14T10:32:00.000+01:00

2006-10-08T18:58:00.000+01:00

Antony & the Jonhsons

..."hope there´s someone"..

2006-10-02T03:00:00.000+01:00

"I´M SORRY. WHAT WAS...? "

2006-10-02T02:42:00.000+01:00

2006-10-02T02:28:00.000+01:00

Marianne Faithfull, As tears go by
"It is the evening of the day, I sit and watch the children play. Smiling faces I can see But not for me, I sit and watch as tears go by. My riches cant buy everything, I want to hear the children sing. All I hear is the sound Of rain falling on the ground, I sit and watch as tears go by. It is the evening of the day, I sit and watch the children play. Doing things I used to do They think are new,I sit and watch as tears go by. Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmHmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmHmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm ... "

2006-08-26T21:36:00.000+01:00

This morning I will not

Comb my hair.

It has lain

Pillowed on the hand of my lover.

Kakinomoto no Hitomaro

2006-08-23T04:12:00.000+01:00

2006-08-20T09:34:00.000+01:00

"I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex."
"The advantage of the emotions is that they lead us astray, and the advantage of science is that it is not emotional."
*Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891

"Disobedience, in the eyes of anyone who has read history, is man's original virtue. It is through disobedience and rebellion that progress has been made."
*Oscar Wilde, The Soul of Man Under Socialism

2006-08-07T01:04:00.000+01:00

"Those, those beautiful boys

Those, those beautiful boys
Born illegitimately

To a whore, most likely

He became an orphan

Oh what a lovely orphan he was

Sent to the reformatory

Ten years old, was his first glory

Got caught stealing from a nun

Now his love story had begun

Thirty years he spent wandering

A devil's child with dove wings

He went to prison

In every country he set foot in

Oh how he loved prison

How awfully lovely was prison

All those beautiful boys

Pimps and queens and criminal queers

All those beautiful boys

Tattoos of ships and tattoos of tears

His greatest love was executed

The pure romance was undisputed

Angelic hoodlums and holy ones

All those beautiful boys

Pimps and queens and criminal queers

All those beautiful boys

Tattoos of ships and tattoos of tears

All those beautiful boys

Pimps and queens and criminal queers

All those beautiful boys

Tattoos of ships and tattoos of tears

All those beautiful boysBeautiful boys...

All those beautiful boys

Beautiful boys...Those beautiful boys..." -cr & antony

2006-08-06T02:12:00.000+01:00

2. untitled portrait to..more

2006-08-05T13:56:00.000+01:00

E é por isso que perco as horas em cigarros.fumo-os como respiro, com pressa.
Dou-lhes lume e penso.
Procuro onde pôr as mãos, enrolar os dedos e páro.
Não te espero em lado nenhum.não sou, não quero, não sinto.
Nasce o dia, escondo os olhos doem-me de ver.

2006-08-05T00:45:00.000+01:00

¨¨Scott Walker»
It's Raining Today It's raining today and I'm just about to forget the train window girl That wonderful day we met She smiles through the smoke from my cigarette It's raining today But once there was summer and you And dark little rooms And sleep in late afternoons Those moments descend on my windowpane I've hung around here too long Listenin' to the old landlady's hard-luck stories You out of me me out of you We go like lovers To replace the empty space Repeat our dreams to someone new It's raining today And I watch the cellophane streets No hang-ups for me'Cause hang-ups need company The street corner girl's a cold trembling leafIt's raining today It's raining today

2006-08-05T00:12:00.000+01:00

untitled portrait to

2006-07-31T02:31:00.000+01:00

"When I'm drivin' in my car And the man come on the radio He's tellin' me more and more About some useless information Tryin' mess my imagination When I'm watchin' my TV And a man comes on to tell me How white my shirts can be But, he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke The same cigarettes as me When I'm ridin' around the globe And I'm doin' this and I'm signin' that And I'm tryin' to make some boy Baby, baby, baby, come back 'Cause you see I'm on a losing streak When I'm ridin' a round the globe And I'm doin' this and I'm signin' thatAnd I'm tryin'And I'm tryin' " C.P. version ( The Rolling Stones, "Out of Our Heads" LP )

2006-07-31T00:45:00.000+01:00

.......................
.......................
.......................

She said; "I do so want to see where this stair goes to."

"Let me go first. I'm a boy, you know, and it's right I should go first in case of meeting anything that might frighten you,"

"You're sure you're not frightened, Chéri?"

"Frightened! what is there to be frightened at?"

"Cats!" they said at the same instant.

"And I think the pictures on the walls of your room are pretty. Here it is. Isn't it a funny room, Chéri?"
"how pretty it is! oh, how very pretty!"

"What's pretty?"

"Tell me, do. Did you know what my wish was?"

"We can talk about your wish later; when I am putting you to bed."

"Well, but can't you be sensible?"

And all their cattish gestures plainly spokeThey thought the affair they'd come upon no joke.
(...)

2006-07-27T01:41:00.000+01:00

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2006-07-26T20:46:00.000+01:00

! can´t B3 1ºv31y anymºrE ... (nöt to you.)

2006-07-26T18:00:00.000+01:00

2006-07-26T00:27:00.000+01:00

I´ll give you a gun & Candy.

2006-07-25T23:44:00.000+01:00

2006-07-25T23:22:00.000+01:00

2006-07-25T23:13:00.000+01:00

my_tiger_walks

Depeche Mode - 14 Nov 09 :::::LX

love song for a vampire

::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Future, Sarah Lucas

Vincent Gallo

Léo Férre

how far can i be?

Charles Bukowski II

Charles Bukowski

You have killed me, so what????

"Enquanto não superarmosa ânsia do amor sem limites,não podemos cresceremocionalmente.Enquanto não atravessarmosa dor de nossa própria solidão,continuaremosa nos buscar em outras metades.Para viver a dois, antes, énecessário ser um."

Valquiria ou o tempo passa duas vezes...

da lúcia!

thomas, the cherry-tree

Hugo, António e Bety - Braga, 12/11/06

"Je t´aime...moi non plus."- Serge Gainsbourg, 1976

Candy Darling

Passive-aggressive behaviour

toujours toi

au!

your gun says BUUMM!

"reena" - Sonic Youth

Antony and the Johnsons with Charles Atlas - Turning

YES

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"Enquanto não superarmos
a ânsia do amor sem limites,
não podemos crescer
emocionalmente.

Enquanto não atravessarmos
a dor de nossa própria solidão,
continuaremos
a nos buscar em outras metades.
Para viver a dois, antes, é
necessário ser um."