Read between the lines
and maybe you'll find out
what they are made of
why they shine so bright

Act as if there’s no tomorrow

...

“Until this moment, I never understood how hard it was to lose something you never had.”

The mind...

The mind is a labyrinth, ladies and gentlemen, a puzzle. And while the paths of the brain are plainly visible, its ways deceptively apparent, its destinations are unknown. Its secrets still secret. And, if we are honest, it is the lure of the labyrinth that draws us to our chosen field to unlock those secrets. Others have been here before us and have left us signs, but we, as explorers of the mind, must devote our lives and energies to going further to tread the unknown corridors in order to find ultimately, the final solution. We have to see, we have to know...

Dr. Philip Channard, Hellbound: HellraiserII (1988)

Hollow

Waking,
Falling stars from substratum
Who holds the key to break the old bonds?
Stare into space
Until you cannot see your face

I turn away
I turn, but never get back.
Trying hard to be someone,
In return you end up hollow.
Like a sinking ship I float.
A stormy sunny day, I turn away.

I’ve come to realize this is gone tomorrow
Brittle and frail, we will fall down
All that we are is a means to an end
It doesn’t matter what you do
Give me your hand and open up your eyes,
And burn away – release yourself

I turn away
I turn, but never get back.
Trying hard to be someone,
In return you end up hollow.
Like a sinking ship I float.
A stormy sunny day, I turn away.

I will not follow you across the silver sky of summer
And like someone from tomorrow I sense innocence
In my dreaming
I wasn’t sleeping

Theatre Of Tragedy - Forever Is The World - Hollow - 2009

Burn the Remembrance

Old light and new colours your picture hangs in the night
Is this the right time to set one free and go away
In the emptiness behind you I will walk about
Surely you'll miss me but long live the doubt

What will replace us
What will be our memory of this time
Second hand impressions
Hand them over so we can let it die

I remember one time when we were abroad
I was laughing at a book I had bought
But you were standing against the hotel wall
Frozen in an unknown thought


Katatonia - Viva Emptiness - Burn the Remembrance - 2003

I don't care...

Parece... uma abelha!

Por momentos... e cerca de 20kms, voltei a sentir o sangue correr-me nas veias...

Jurei para mim mesmo que não posso comprar uma destas, era a morte do artista!

Sensacional, a resposta, a travagem, a ciclista, as curvas apetecem ser devoradas...

Quem não gosta de estar sozinho é uma péssima companhia.

É certo que a infelicidade não depende apenas da dor, mas a alegria, essa, só devia depender da ausência de dor física. Vinte séculos inteiros e completos não inventaram uma explicação do sofrimento; sofre-se em comparação com o que é não sofrer, e nenhum homem saudável quer ser educado previamente para aquilo que é mau. Já não se treina a resistência à dor: evita-se, sim, a mistura com essa 'coisa' repelente.

Gonçalo M. Tavares, in "A Máquina de Joseph Walser"

"O que mais interessa não é o que se sofre, mas como o sofre cada um"

Santo Agostinho

fácil é vencer quando se é mais forte; difícil é utilizar a força para os outros não perderem; mas só isso é justo.

Gonçalo M. Tavares, Histórias Falsas; Editora Campo das Letras, Porto, 2005

Nymphetamine