Waking Life - um filme em estado puro.

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"Inside"

Inside the doors are sealed to love
Inside my heart is sleeping
Inside the fingers of my glove
Inside the bones of my right hand
Inside it's colder than the stars
Inside the dogs are weeping
Inside the circus of the wind
Inside the clocks are filled with sand
Inside she'll never hurt me
Inside the winter's creeping
Inside the compass of the night
Inside the folding of the land

Outside the stars are turning
Outside the world's still burning

Inside my head's a box of stars I never dared to open
Inside the wounded hide their scars, inside this lonesome sparrow's fall
Inside the songs of our defeat, they sing of treaties broken
Inside this army's in retreat, we hide beneath the thunder's call

Outside the rain keeps falling
Outside the drums are calling
Outside the flood won't wait
Outside they're hammering down the gate

Love is the child of an endless war
Love is an open wound still raw
Love is a shameless banner unfurled
Love's an explosion,
Love is the fire of the world
Love is a violent star
A tide of destruction
Love is an angry scar
A violation, a mutilation, capitulation, love is annihilation.

Inside the failures of the light, the night is wrapped around me
Inside my eyes deny their sight, you'd never find me in this place
Inside we're hidden from the moonlight, we shift between the shadows
Inside the compass of the night, inside the memory of your face

Outside the walls are shaking
Inside the dogs are waking
Outside the hurricane won't wait
Inside they're howling down the gate

Love is the child of an endless war
Love is an open wound still raw
Love is a shameless banner unfurled
Love's an explosion,
Love is the fire at the end of the world
Love is a violent star
A tide of destruction
Love is an angry scar
The pain of instruction
Love is a violation, a mutilation, capitulation,
Love is annihilation.

I climb this tower inside my head
A spiral stair above my bed
I dream the stairs don't ask me why,
I throw myself into the sky

Love me like a baby, love me like an only child
Love me like an ocean; love me like a mother mild
Love me like a father, love me like a prodigal son
Love me like a sister, love me like the world has just begun
Love me like a prodigy, love me like an idiot boy,
Love me like an innocent, love me like your favorite toy
Love me like a virgin, love me like a courtesan,
Love me like a sinner, love me like a dying man.

Annihilate me, infiltrate me, incinerate me, accelerate me, mutilate me, inundate me, violate me, implicate me, vindicate me, devastate me

Love me like a parasite, love me like a dying sun
Love me like a criminal, love me like a man on the run

Radiate me, subjugate me, incubate me, recreate me, demarcate me, educate me, punctuate me, evaluate me, conjugate me, impregnate me, designate me, humiliate me, segregate me, opiate me, calibrate me, replicate me.

Sting

Denying our impulses is denying what makes us human.

Matrix

There's a difference between knowing the path, and following the path.

Matrix

It's unbelievable how the pattern of love is similar to the pattern of insanity.

Matrix

No one can see beyond the choices they don't understand.

Matrix

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"Vamos fazer de conta que isto nunca aconteceu, podia começar assim. Como um contrato verbal celebrado entre todos nós. Como se não fosse preciso dizer mais nada a partir deste momento para a vida começar a uir espontaneamente e cada um de nós encontrasse o seu lugar nela. Sem cláusulas. Vamos fazer de conta que nunca vimos nada. Vamos fazer de conta até não precisarmos de fazer de conta, até não pensarmos realmente no que vimos até aqui, até este momento se tornar inaugural, até reaprendermos novamente a capacidade de olhar para as coisas, de nos perdermos com as coisas até nos encontrarmos com elas. Repito. Vamos fazer de conta que isto nunca aconteceu. Continuo. Proponho esquecer a repetição como lixo, proponho eliminar a repetição das coisas como cópia do original. Eliminar toda a cópia que cega, eis um principio. O eterno original, nada mais pode existir fora do original. Isto exige esforço, exige a perda do hábito de "passarmos os olhos pelas coisas", como se olhá-las fosse já nos escaparmos delas, como se a possibilidade de encontrá-las fosse já a certeza de perdê-las."

Wonderland.