Prof. Louis Levi
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sábado, 30 de abril de 2011
Human happiness does not seem to be included in the design of creation. It is only we, with our capacity to love, that give meaning to the indifferent universe. An yet, most human beings seem to have the ability to keep trying and even to find joy from simple things like their family, their work and from the hope that future generations might understand more.
segunda-feira, 26 de abril de 2010
terça-feira, 13 de abril de 2010
domingo, 11 de abril de 2010
quarta-feira, 7 de abril de 2010
Texto escolhido por Joana Montez, retirado d'O Livro do Desassossego composto por Bernardo Soares, ajudante de guarda-livros na cidade de Lisboa.
Tenho mais pena dos que sonham o provável, o legítimo e o próximo, do que dos que devaneiam sobre o longíquo e o estranho. Os que sonham grandemente, ou são doidos e acreditam no que sonham e são felizes, ou são devaneadores simples, para quem o devaneio é uma música da alma, que os embala sem lhes dizer nada. Mas o que sonha o possível tem a possibilidade real da verdadeira desilusão.
quarta-feira, 4 de novembro de 2009
sexta-feira, 9 de outubro de 2009
segunda-feira, 20 de julho de 2009
Like most of the others I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right. I shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top.
At the same time, I shared a dark suspicion that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along on a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between these two poles- a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other- that kept me going.
The Rum Diary by Hunter S. Thompson
sexta-feira, 17 de julho de 2009
quarta-feira, 1 de julho de 2009
quarta-feira, 24 de junho de 2009
Im the trouble starter, fuckin instigator.
Im the fear addicted, danger illustrated.
Im a firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Youre the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Im a firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Im the bitch you hated, filth infatuated.
Yeah. Im the pain you tasted, fell intoxicated.
Im a firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Youre the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Im the self inflicted, mind detonator.
Yeah. Im the one infected, twisted animator.
Im a firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Youre the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Im a firestarter, twisted firestarter... starter... starter...
Starter...
Firestarter by The Prodigy
Im the fear addicted, danger illustrated.
Im a firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Youre the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Im a firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Im the bitch you hated, filth infatuated.
Yeah. Im the pain you tasted, fell intoxicated.
Im a firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Youre the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Im the self inflicted, mind detonator.
Yeah. Im the one infected, twisted animator.
Im a firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Youre the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Im a firestarter, twisted firestarter... starter... starter...
Starter...
Firestarter by The Prodigy
sábado, 15 de novembro de 2008
sábado, 8 de novembro de 2008
sexta-feira, 31 de outubro de 2008
You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it's pouring down with rain
You will find me waiting through spring and summer
You will find me waiting for the fall
You will find me waiting for the apples to riped
You will find me waiting for them to fall
You will find me by the banks of all four rivers
You will find me at the spring of consciouness
You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it's pouring down with rain
lyrics by Blixa Bargeld from The Garden by Einstürzende Neubauten 1996
unless it's pouring down with rain
You will find me waiting through spring and summer
You will find me waiting for the fall
You will find me waiting for the apples to riped
You will find me waiting for them to fall
You will find me by the banks of all four rivers
You will find me at the spring of consciouness
You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it's pouring down with rain
lyrics by Blixa Bargeld from The Garden by Einstürzende Neubauten 1996
terça-feira, 28 de outubro de 2008
quinta-feira, 16 de outubro de 2008
Conquistei, palmo a pequeno palmo, o terreno interior que nascera meu. Reclamei, espaço a pequeno espaço, o pântano em que me quedara nulo. Pari meu ser infinito, mas tirei-me a ferros de mim mesmo.
Fernando Pessoa in Livro do Desassossego, ( composto por Bernardo Soares, ajudante de guarda-livros na cidade de Lisboa )
Fernando Pessoa in Livro do Desassossego, ( composto por Bernardo Soares, ajudante de guarda-livros na cidade de Lisboa )
sexta-feira, 10 de outubro de 2008
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