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Well I wish there was someone

Well I wish there was someone to love me

When I used to be someone

and I knew there was someone that loved me

as I sit here frozen alone

even ghosts get tired and go home

as they crawl back under the stones

And I wish there was something

please tell me there's something better

and I wish there was something more than this

Saturated loneliness

and I wish I could feel it

and I wish I could steal it

abduct it, corrupt it

but I never can, it's just

Saturated loneliness

Does the silence get lonely

Does the silence get lonely

Who knows?

I've been hearing it tell me

I've been hearing it tell me, "go home"

'cause the freaks are playing tonight

they packed up and turned out the lights

And I wish there was something

please tell me theres something better

and I wish there was something more than this

Saturated loneliness

and I wish I could feel it

and I wish I could steal it

abduct it, corrupt it

but I never can, it's just

saturated loneliness

and the bathwaters cold

and this life's getting old

and I wish I could feel it

and I wish I could feel it

and I wish I could steal it

abduct it, corrupt it

and I wish I could feel it

and I wish I could steal it

and I wish I could feel it

abduct it, corrupt it

but I never can,

I never can

never can

never can

never can

De génio.

Waking Life - um filme em estado puro #5

"They say that dreams are only real as long as they last. Couldn't you say the same thing about life?"

"There's only one instant, and it's right now. And it's eternity."

"The worst mistake that you can make is to think you're alive when really you're asleep in life's waiting room."

Mais citações em: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0243017/quotes

Brilhante.

Waking life - um filme em estado puro #4

(O que ele diz, em inglês)

The reason why I refuse to take existentialism as just another French fashion or historical curiosity, is that I think it has something very important to offer us for the new century. I'm afraid we're losing the real virtues of living life passionately in the sense of taking responsibility for who you are, the ability to make something of yourself and feel good about life. Existentialism is often discussed as if it's, a philosophy of despair, but I think the truth is just the opposite. Sartre, once interviewed, said he never really felt a day of despair in his life. One thing that comes out from reading these guys is not a sense of anguish about life so much as, a real kind of exuberance, of feeling on top of it, it's like your life is yours to create. I've read the post modernists with some interest, even admiration, but when I read them I always have this awful nagging feeling that something absolutely essential is getting left out. The more you talk about a person as a social construction or as a confluence of forces or as fragmented of marginalised, what you do is you open up a whole new world of excuses. And when Sartre talks about responsibility, he's not talking about something abstract. He's not talking about the kind of self or soul that theologians would argue about. It's something very concrete, it's you and me talking, making decisions, doing things, and taking the consequences. It might be true that there are six billion people in this world, and counting, but nevertheless - what you do makes a difference. It makes a difference, first of all, in material terms, it makes a difference to other people, and it sets an example. In short, I think the message here is that we should never simply write ourselves off or see each other as a victim of various forces. It's always our decision who we are.

Waking Life - um filme em estado puro #3

"Creation seems to come out of imperfection, it seems to come out from a striving and a frustration..."

"words are symbols, are inert, are dead"

Waking Life - um filme em estado puro #2

Just listen to what they say.

Waking Life - um filme em estado puro.

Há letras que não precisam de música.

"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

.

"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.

É isto.

Qual é o parasita mais resiliente? Uma bactéria? Um vírus? Um verme intestinal?

Uma ideia.

Resiliente. Altamente contagiosa. Quando uma ideia se apodera do cérebro, é praticamente impossível erradicá-la. Uma ideia que esteja completamente formada e seja completamente apreendida, enraíza-se.

Aqui dentro, algures.

In Inception (A Origem), Christopher Nolan.

É isto.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUnG3cZ0Kkg

- Excuse me.

- Excuse me.

- Hey. Could we do that again? I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be an ant, you know?

I mean, it's like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continuously on ant auto-pilot with nothing really human required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival.

All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient polite manner. "Here's your change."

I don't want a straw, I want real human moments.

I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don't want to give that up.

I don't want to be an ant, you know?

I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don't want to give that up.

- Yeah. Yeah, no. I don't want to be an ant either. Yeah, thanks for kind of jostling me there.

I've been kind of on zombie auto-pilot lately, I don't feel like an ant in my mind, but I guess I probably look like one. It's kind of like D.H. Lawrence had this idea of two people meeting on a road. And instead of just passing and glancing away, they decide to accept what he calls "the confrontation between their souls." It's like, um, freeing the brave reckless gods within us all.

- Then it's like we have met.

- So it has a lot to do with choices and honoring people's ability to say what it is that they wanna see, and also consumerism and art and commodity, and if you don't like what you got, then you can send it back,

or you get what you pay for, or just participating, just really making choices. So, you wanna do it?

- Uh, yeah, yeah, that sounds really cool. I'd love to be in it, but, um ... Uh, I kind of gotta ask you a question first though. I don't really know how to say it, but, um, uh, what's it like to be a character in a dream? 'Cause, uh, I'm not awake right now. And I haven't even worn a watch since, like, fourth grade. I think this is the same watch too. Um, uh, yeah, I don't even know if you're able to answer that question, but I'm just trying to get like a sense of where I am and what's going on.

- So what about you? What's your name? What's your address? What are you doing?

- I, I, you know, I can't really remember right now. I can't really, I can't really recall that. But that's beside the point, whether or not I can dredge up this information about, you know, my address, or, you know, my mom's maiden name, or what not. I've got the benefit in this reality, if you wanna call that, of a consistent perspective.

- What is your consistent perspective?

- It's mostly just me dealing with a lot of people who are exposing me to information and ideas that seem vaguely familiar, but, at the same time, it's all very alien to me. I'm not in an objective, rational world. Like I've been flying around. Uh ... I don't know. It's weird too because it's not like a fixed state, it's more like this whole spectrum of awareness. Like the lucidity wavers. Like, right now, I know that I'm dreaming, right? We're, like, even talking about it. This is the most in myself and in my thoughts that I've been so far. I'm talking about being in a dream. But, I'm beginning to think that it's something that I don't really have any precedent for. It's, it's totally unique. The, the quality of, of the environment and the information that I'm receiving.

Nada de novo debaixo do sol.

The big wheel keeps on turning

On a simple line day by day

The earth spins on its axis

One man struggle while another relaxes

There's a hole in my soul like a cavity

Seems like the world is out to gather just by gravity

The wheel keeps turning the sky's rearranging

Look my son the weather is changing

I'd like to feel that you could be free

Look up at the blue skies beneath a new tree

Sometime again

You'll turn green and the sea turns red

My son I said the power of axis over my head

The big wheel keeps on turning

On a simple line day by day

The earth spins on its axis

One man struggle while another relaxes

We sang about the sun and danced among the trees

And we listened to the whisper of the city on the breeze

Will you cry in the most in a lead-free zone

Down within the shadows where the factories drone

On the surface of the wheel they build another town

And so the green come tumbling down

Yes close your eyes and hold me tight

And i'll show you sunset sometime again

The big wheel keeps on turning

On a simple line day by day

The earth spins on its axis

One man struggle while another relaxes

As a child's silent prayer my hope hides in disguise

While satellites and cameras watch from the skies

An acid drop of rain recycled from the sea

It washed away my shadow burnt a hole in me

And all the king's men cannot put it back again

But the ghetto sun will nurture life

And mend my soul sometime again

The big wheel keeps on turning

On a simple line day by day

The earth spins on its axis

One man struggle while another relaxes

The big wheel keeps on turning

On a simple line day by day

The earth spins on its axis

One man struggle while another relaxes

Mind blowing.

Relativizar.

A Viagem do Elefante, José Saramago VI

Sempre chegamos ao sítio aonde nos esperam.

morte.

A Viagem do Elefante, José Saramago V - Sempre chegamos ao sítio aonde nos esperam.

Têm razão os cépticos quando afirmam que a história da humanidade é uma sucessão de ocasiões perdidas. Felizmente, graças à inesgotável generosidade da imaginação, cá vamos suprindo as faltas, preenchendo as lacunas o melhor que se pode, rompendo passagens em becos sem saída e que sem saída irão continuar, inventando chaves para abrir portas orfãs de fechadura ou que nunca a tiveram (…) Apesar de toda a crítica que sobre ele se vem fazendo, o mundo vai descobrindo em cada dia maneiras de ir funcionando tant bien que mal, permita-se-nos esta pequena homenagem à cultura francesa, a prova é que quando as coisas boas não sucedem por si mesmas na realidade, a livre imaginação dá uma ajuda à composição equilibrada do quadro.

(…) Realmente, o maior desrespeito à realidade (…) que se poderá cometer quando nos dedicamos ao inútil trabalho de descrever uma paisagem, é ter de fazê-lo com palavras que não são nossas, que nunca foram nossas, repare-se, palavras que já correram milhões de páginas e de bocas antes que chegasse a  nossa vez de as utilizar, palavras cansadas, exaustas de tanto passarem de mão em mão e deixarem em cada uma parte da sua substância vital.

Contam-se muitas coisas e nem todas serão certas, mas o ser humano foi desta maneira feito, tão capaz de crer que o pêlo de elefante, depois de um processo de maceração, faz crescer o cabelo, como de imaginar que leva dentro de si uma luz única que o conduzirá pelos caminhos da vida, incluindo os desfiladeiros. De uma maneira ou de outra, dizia o sábio, sempre teremos de morrer.

A Viagem do Elefante, José Saramago IV - Sempre chegamos ao sítio aonde nos esperam.

Certos mistérios da natureza parecem à primeira vista impenetráveis e a prudência talvez aconselhe a deixá-los assim, não seja que de um conhecimento adquirido em bruto acabe por nos vir mais mal que bem. Veja-se, por exemplo, o resultado de ter comido adão no paraíso o que parecia uma vulgar maçã. Pode ser que o fruto proibido tenha sido obra deliciosa de deus, embora haja quem afirme que foi, sim, uma talhada de melancia, porém, as sementes, em qualquer caso, essas, foram lá postas pelo diabo. Ainda por cima, negras.

A Viagem do Elefante, José Saramago III - as diferenças de carácter entre os animais e os humanos.

Uma pessoa pode ser abraçada por um elefante, mas não há maneira nenhuma de imaginar o gesto contrário correspondente. E quanto aos apertos de mãos, esses, seriam simplesmente impossíveis, cinco insignificantes dedos humanos jamais poderão abarcar uma patorra grossa como um tronco de árvore. 

(…) E não tenham medo, salomão está triste, mas não está zangado, tinha-se habituado a vocês e agora descobriu que se vão embora, E como o soube ele, Essa é uma daquelas coisas que nem vale a pena perguntar, se o interrogássemos directamente, o mais certo seria não nos responder, Por não saber ou por não querer, Creio que na cabeça de salomão o não querer e o não saber se confundem numa grande interrogação sobre o mundo em que o puseram a viver, aliás, penso que nessa interrogação nos encontramos todos, nós e os elefantes.

Pela primeira vez na história da humanidade, um animal despediu-se, em sentido próprio, de alguns seres humanos, como se lhes devesse amizade e respeito, o que os preceitos morais dos nossos códigos de comportamento estão longe de confirmar, mas que talvez se encontrem inscritos em letras de outro nas leis fundamentais da espécie elefantina.