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      Divagações sobre um tempo etéreo...
      Devaneios imaginários da vida cotidiana que nos engole...

      " ... e que não tardeis tanto quanto o quebrar das almas , no intocável silêncio do desespero."


Quinta-feira, Fevereiro 28, 2002

Ok.
Essa é infame e digna de não ser lembrada.
Mas se existe o mood Merry, porque não pode haver o mood Pippin?
Eles até poderiam ser contraditórios.

Portanto, me sinto Pippin hoje.

Comentários [.1.]               posted by Diandra Taliasin at 5:47 PM
Quarta-feira, Fevereiro 27, 2002

Deve haver um comentário para o dia de hoje.
Deve haver.

Llega, Llegó Soledad

Tiene Buenos Aires un rincón
en un jardín prohibido,
un tal Piazzola, amigo de un gorrión
que le presta el nido
para ver de plata amanecer
de oro atardecer, de madrugada,
una mirada de mujer
Tiene Buenos Aires qué sé yo...
y un poema escrito
un verso que recuerdo de un adiós
y que le dedico
a ese personaje que cantó
hay tanto tango herido...¡va por Gardel!
Quema, quema, tu nombre quema mi voz
Buenos Aires me dolió
pienso tanto en ti
en mis recuerdos suavecitos.
Pero se irá, pero se irá, pero se irá
aquella sensación,
llega, llegó soledad
déjame soñar
con tu amargo de a sorbitos,
que hoy tengo porteño el corazón
Quiero el Buenos Aires que voló
de un espejo frío
de un albor gesticulando amor
dando vida a un libro
De Corrientes nada en el calor,
y en callejones frío
tiene Buenos Aires un cariño que era mío.
Tiene Buenos Aires, qué se yo
y un poema escrito
un verso que recuerdo de un adiós
y que le dedico
a ese personaje que cantó
tanto tango herido...
Quema, quema tu nombre, quema mi voz
Buenos Aires me dolió
yo te llevo aquí
en mis recuerdos suavecitos...
Pero se irá, ya lo verás, se irá
aquella sensación
llega, llegó soledad
déjame soñar
con tu amargo de a sorbitos
Déjame soñar, déjame soñar
con tu amargo de poquitos
Quema, quema tu nombre quema mi voz.
Buenos Aires me dolió
pienso tanto en ti
en mis recuerdos suavecitos
Pero se irá, pero se irá, aquella sensación
llega, llegó soledad
déjame soñar
con tu amargo de a sorbitos
y porteño el corazón
A tu vera, a tu vera
ya se que estoy piantao,
piantao, piantao.


Comentários [.0.]               posted by Diandra Taliasin at 8:23 PM

Tão simples como fazer gelatina de pacotinho.
Tão sutil como a nossa sombra que não percebemos.
Tão heróico como o primeiro passo de uma criança.
Tão comum como lápis de colorir.

E tão cheio de carinho e respeito o encontro com amigos de alma.

É assim, caçador de chuthulhinhos de pele de pêssego. Sorrir do nada e do brega por sentir-se em casa.

Comentários [.1.]               posted by Diandra Taliasin at 12:33 AM
Segunda-feira, Fevereiro 25, 2002

Toda segunda feira tem perfume de expectativa.
De novidade.
De romper inércia.
Primeiro dia de muitas manhãs.

E a gente nem se toca que a semana começou no Domingo.

Comentários [.0.]               posted by Diandra Taliasin at 6:44 PM

Ela olhou para ele e não viu o que ele enxergava.
Via apenas o nada.
Fechou os olhos.

E a nítida imagem surgiu.

Comentários [.1.]               posted by Diandra Taliasin at 6:42 PM
Quinta-feira, Fevereiro 07, 2002

Mercado de pulgas ou de bits

Te mandei o link do chuthulhinho, aquela coisa verdinha com asas e pele de pêssego (e eu achei que eu tivesse pele de pêssego, mas depois dessa, tou dispensando).
Você, num lampejo abstrato e surreal encontra a música pra dar tom ao carnaval.

Sr. Baz Luhrmann, em mais uma aparição memorável, no discurso de Mary Schmich, do Chicago Tribune.

Everybody's Free To Wear Sunscreen
Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but in your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

Comentários [.2.]               posted by Diandra Taliasin at 8:05 PM
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