Lume

[...]

Comecei a fumar para te pedir lume.
Para passar o frio.
Descobri que não viria a morrer
Nem de cancro pulmonar, nem de amor,
mas da própria morte, mal o lume se apagou
e o café fechou as portas. Para sempre.

Ana Salomé

in Criatura IV

P.S: Porque fumar faz mal.

Rendo-me.

Por desamarmos deixámos, seis amores sem ter dó
e agora que regressámos, não sei se nos sobram só
É que havia certa esperança que podia ser só dança
Mas afinal a bonança era apenas beijo em pó

Não me leves tu a mal
Não me tentes convencer
que o que havia em Portugal não chegava para saber
Dei-te um mês da minha vida e um mês é de valor
e tu podes ser bastante querida mas não é preciso dor
para provar o desamor

O Desamor

B Fachada

P.S: E retiro todas as torcidelas de nariz.

Thank you, Beyer, for helping to ease the pain

Phoebe knew plenty about physical misery because of the severe headaches that she'd dismissed as nothing back in her twenties but that she realized were migraines when they became regular and frequent in her thirties.
She was lucky enough to be able to sleep when she got one, but the moment she opened her eyes, the moment she was conscious there it was - the incredible ache on one side of her head, the pressure in her face and her jaw, and back of her eye socket a foot on her eyeball crushing it.
The migraines started with spirals of light, bright spots moving in a swirl in front of her eyes even whan she closed them, and then progressed to disorientation, dissiness, pain, nausea and vomiting.
"It's nothing like being in this world", she told him afterward. "There's nothing in my body but the pressure in my head". [...] For the twenty-four or forty-eight hours that the migraine lasted, she could not stand another presence in the darkened room, anymore than she could bear the thinnest sliver of light filtering in frm beneath the draawn shades. And no drugs helped. None of them worked for her. Once the migraine started, there was no stopping it."

in Everyman

by Phillip Roth

Luckyly, I only wear sneakers

Estas botas foram feitas para andar
E é só para isso que elas servem
Um destes dias, estas botas...

Novos talentos Fnac 2009 Fotografia

Los agarradores
Miguel Proença

The Fabulous Baker Boys

I love its soundtrack, Michelle's awesome