Those sweet excess that I adore

 

Beloved,
In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips
Your Hands
Your Laughter brave
Irreverent.
Those sweet excesses that
I do adore.
What surety is there
That we will meet again,
On other worlds some
Future time undated.
I defy my body's haste.
Without the promise
Of one more sweet encounter
I will not deign to die.

 

 

Maya Angelou

 

 

P.S- All that I wanted

A stunning music

 

For you.

And in the night there were birds

 

Qualquer um sabe proferir palavras enganadoras;

as mentiras do corpo exigem outra ciência.

                                                                                                                          François Mauriac

What you meant to me

Little broken hearts of the night

 

Hang on, love.

I need you so much closer

 

 

 

It's the lack, the gap, the absence and the silence that fills me now.How can so little take up so much space inside me ?

These are all there for a reason

 

 

Your hurt. Your anger. Your pain. Your sorrow. Your frustrations. These are all there for a reason. Use them.

 

Be inspired.

 

Do something.

 

Change the world.

Now I drift to you

 

It's always words that undress you.

 

 

 

P.S- Wish you were here. (Bliss)

Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?

 

 

Do you miss me tonight?
Are you sorry we drifted apart?
Does your memory stray to a brighter winter day
When I kissed you and called you sweetheart?

Turn me on

 

I'm just sitting here waiting for you.

Red Candle

 

 

"Possuía ela, para julgar as coisas que se devem ou não se devem fazer, um código imperioso, abundante, sutil e intransigente, com distinções imperceptíveis ou ociosas (o que lhe dava a aparência dessas leis antiga que, a par de prescrições ferozes como o massacre de crianças de peito, proíbem, com exagerada delicadeza, que se cozinhe o cabrito no leite de sua própria mãe ou que se coma ou que se coma o tendão de algum animal)." 

 

 

Proust in: No Caminho de Swann. Tradução de Mario Quintana.

Baby come closer

 

 

Turn the lights down low, baby come close
Put your hand in mine, oh please be kind
Let me touch your heart, let the fire start
Oooo so warm, so warm

Soft music plays, please sit down & stay
Put your trust in me, let this love be
This is for real, let time stand still
Oooo so warm, so warm
Turn the lights down low, baby come close
Oooo so warm, so warm
So warm, so warm

Oooo turn the lights down low, baby come close
Let dreams come true for me & you
We won't regret, we won't forget
Oooo so warm, so warm, yeah yeah
So warm, so warm
so warm

Turn the lights down low, baby come close
...& fade

P.S- (Low speaking voice):)

 

 

And then there was you

 

I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

 

Pablo Neruda

This could be Heaven or this could be Hell

 

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night

 

 

 

 

P.S- And she said: "we are all just prisoners here, of our own device".

Sing (,) Ella

 

And so all else above I'm waiting for the man I love.

Him

 

Him. His smile. His eyes. His voice. His laugh. His warmth. His existence. Him.

 

 

 

P.S- Spinning round my head.

And I love her

 

Maria Teresa Horta

 

 

 

 

Be a Better Writer

 

Estremeci, sem nada dizer. (1,3)

Senti um calor, um desejo, inusitadamente libidinoso. (3,2,2)

Fiquei quieta, prendendo levemente a respiração. (2,4)

Não podia, não queria denunciar-me, assim. (2,3,1)

 

P.S - Creative Writing Activities. (No matter what stage you're at with your writing, it's always beneficial to work on craft and technique.)

Setembro em Portugal

 

 A foto do Zé Ribeiro (Expresso), para a Reuters.

 

My soul flies free like a willow tree

 

And if you don't want to be down with me, you don't want to pick from
my apple tree .

Grace

 

12.11.1929 - 14.09.1982

I cried for you

 

 

I'll cross the sea for a different world,
With your treasure, a secret for me to hold.

Nine Eleven

 

"Duas coisas são infinitas: o universo e a estupidez humana. Mas, no que respeita ao universo, ainda não adquiri a certeza absoluta."

 

Albert Einstein

(2001)

Perfeclty mess

 

You 're all that I think about.

Cine Me

 

 

 

Hope Springs   

 

 

 http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1535438/

 

 

Hope Springs, a serious American adult drama about the complications of intimacy in a long-term marriage, wraps itself in the safety of a surface-y American comedy about an aging married couple fumbling with sex — the lack of it. The movie provides a master lesson in great American character acting, but viewers are also invited to just kick back and enjoy the fun of watching famous, aging movie stars pretend to have difficulties in the sack. Spectacularly well matched and attuned to each other, Meryl Streep and Tommy Lee Jones offer two of the finest performances of the year. (Yes, Streep, again. And Jones is a revelation.) But you'd never know it from the silly trailer, with its nudge-nudge clips and vaudeville-size hints of a ''threesome.''

 

This is a smart, ambitious, offbeat and emotionally rich treat for adults that quite honestly addresses the realities of marriage and adult intimacy, and for that reason, it's a miracle it managed to get made in the first place.

 

A film made by adults for adults that treats a serious topic with intelligence, humor and compassion, and that is something rare and special.

 

Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

Pulse

 

Don't trust your eyes

its easy to believe them [no one is to blame]

know in your heart [as natural as the rain]

that you can leave your prison [here comes the Flood again]

P.S- And I have to close my eyes and hide

 

Cine Me

 

 

Ruby Sparks  

 

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1839492/ 

 

“Ruby Sparks,” an ingenious and delightful variation on the Pygmalion myth, toys whimsically with these questions, as the initially perfect relationship between a neurotic author and his sprung-to-life fictional creation goes through changes.

 

“Ruby Sparks” doesn’t try to pretend to be more than it is: a sleek, beautifully written and acted romantic comedy that glides down to earth in a gently satisfying soft landing.

 

One of the most thoughtful, brilliant films about filmmaking in ages.

 

As such, "Ruby Sparks" becomes the story of what happens when a man meets his fantasy. Would his fantasy like him? It's also a story of power dynamics within a relationship. If you had the ability to control your husband or wife, boyfriend or girlfriend, would you use it, and how often? And if you did, where would that lead? And so a movie about the power of the imagination really becomes a movie about a certain element of surrender - about the release of power - that is practically a requirement for loving somebody.

 

 

Melancholy

 

Would you forgive me love

If I danced in your shower

Would you forgive me love

If I laid in your bed

Would you forgive me love

If I stay all afternoon

I took off my clothes

Put on your robe

I went through your drawers

And found your cologne

Went down to the den

Found your CD's

And I played your Joni

And I shouldn't stay long, you might be home soon

I shouldn't stay long

Would you forgive me love

If I danced in your shower

Would you forgive me love

If I laid in your bed

Would you forgive me love

If I stay all afternoon

So forgive me love

If I cry in your shower

So forgive me love

For the salt in your bed

So forgive me love

If I cry all afternoon

 

 

P.S- Hello love, I love you so love, meet me at midnight.

Feeling extravagant

 

And golden rays on still-bare shoulders

 

P.S- Little darling if you hear me,today was a perfect beach day :)

Tough loss

 

but let's keep things in perspective.

Crazy skies are wild above me now

 

I wanna hold you now, now, now

 







 

P.S- Little darling if you hear me now
       

Some tenderness survives

 

Nothing would be the same if you did not exist.

Romance and all its strategy

Today with Gatsby

 

F. Scott Fitzgerald published the The Great Gatsby in 1925, but his story of the eccentric millionaire Jay Gatsby is as captivating as ever. A movie adaptation is due out next summer (you can watch the trailer below). A musical version just opened in London, and an eight-hour reading of the novel got rave reviews in New York. There's even a Great Gatsby makeup line in the works. But what accounts for its enduring popularity? And why, in particular, is 2012 the Year of the Gatsby?

 

May be this is a story about human possibility.

 

"The novel is very much pointing out to us that the American Dream is already a lie by the early 20th century and it continues to be that"

Very simple

 

About memories that linger.

You are perfect to me

 

                                                           Doze moradas de silêncio

"hoje é dia de coisas simples
(Ai de mim! Que desgraça!
O creme de terra não voltará a aparecer!)
coisas simples como ir contigo ao restaurante
...

ler o horóscopo e os pequenos escândalos
folhear revistas pornográficas e
demorarmo-nos dentro da banheira
na ladeia pouco há a fazer
falaremos do tempo com os olhos presos dentro das
chávenas
inventaremos palavras cruzadas na areia... jogos
e murmúrios de dedos por baixo da mesa
beberemos café
sorriremos à pessoas e às coisas
caminharemos lado a lado os ombros tocando-se
(se estivesses aqui!)
em silêncio olharíamos a foz do rio
é o brincar agitado do sol nas mãos das crianças
descalças
hoje"

  Al Berto

Color of You

 

 

And the evening demands a jazzy tune...