So in her I do confide

And she keeps me satisfied

Gives me all I need

X: Amo-te muito! Tem um sonho bom!
0: vou ter concerteza, contigo

foi isto que me manteve afastado de ti este verão.

"isto" tomou conta da minha vida, da minha mente, do meu destino. Existe sempre um obsessivo "isto" na minha vida, afastando-me "daquilo", "daqueloutro" e daquela que desejo. E aquilo e aqueloutro e aquela a distrair-me "d'Isto" o qual depois se vinga raptando-me a mente durante anos. Um dia talvez seja verdadeiramente livre, quando acabar de meter os males do mundo todos numa equação para perceber o que correu mal e como há-de se fazer para correr bem. Depois de 6 anos metido na biblioteca labiríntica de que falava Jorge Luis Borges, acho que já percebo o que correu mal com o mundo. Estou a começar a preparar-me para fazer as coisas correrem bem. Contigo, "X" :).
End if, end loop, execute.

vector dh=dh96 to dh98. loop i=1 to 2. compute j=i+1. do if dh(j)>-1 and dh(i)<0. dh="dh96" i="1" j="i+1.">-1 and dh(i)<0. dh="dh96" i="1" j="i+1." k="j+1.">0 and dh(k)>0. compute dh(j)=(dh(i)+dh(k)/2). end if. end loop. execute.

take me home

.

take me home, you silly girl, put your arms around me.take me home you silly girl, all the world's not round without you. I'm so sorry that I broke your heart, please don't leave my side. take me home you silly girl, cause I'm still in love with

yooooooooo

u.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XewO1DB96To

Foda-se

A felicidade é como a gota de orvalho numa petala de flôr. Brilha tranquila depois de leve oscila e cai como uma lágrima de amor

OUVIR

letra: "felicidade" Jobim/Moraes
photo original: X-girl, detalhe escolhido e cores invertidas por 0.0

the twilight hour

You're laying on your bed And making shadows on the wall. It's almost too hot to move

Outside your window People are driving home from work For the weekend.
But your waiting for the phone to ring. Your gonna tell her exactly what you think.
You practice getting your mouth around the words That explain the way you feel. You've been scared to show your real self In case she doesn't like what she sees. You've been a prostitute to humility. She's invaded your life
And you've got to live apart In order to survive
You were emotionally independent But starved of affection. But now you've been trapped by tenderness And been beaten into submission
It's now way past the hour she usually phones
You've decided not to tell her your little joke. Where could she have got to?Why is she torturing you?
You roll on your side And run your fingers through your hair. Your scared of losing her
And facing yourself.
A red sky at night may be a shepherds delight
But your cutting chunks from your heart And rubbing the meat into your eyes. She can't leave you now. You've given up all your friends. You're relying on her For your independence. She can't leave you here Alone and defenseless. You're relying on her For your independence
(x2)

You're relying on her
(xToFade)













letra: The The "the twilight hour", album "Soul Mining".
Photo: anónimo "não me pergunte como isso aconteceu..."

the red riding hood and the werewolf

Cat Power - Werewolf

Howl Who's that I see walking in these woods. Why it's Little Red Riding Hood. Hey there Little Red Riding Hood. You sure are lookin' good. You're everything a big bad wolf could want. Howl.
Listen to me! Little Red Riding Hood I don't think little big girls should Go walking' in these spooky old woods alone. [...]




Little Red Riding Hood, Even bad wolves can be good. I'll try to keep satisfied, Just to walk by you're side. Maybe you'll see things my way, Before we get to Gramma's place. Little Red Riding Hood. You sure are lookin' good. You're everything a big bad wolf could want.

"And of course I think you're trying to seduce me. Always. I am too vain to believe you would not. But it does not make much difference, you can well leave me in that flattering perception, and I can feel so great being desired and resisting. "

You play dangerous games Red Riding Hood..

"If youve been hiding from love, I can understand where youre coming from. If youve suffered enough, I can understand what youre thinking of, I can see the pain that youre frightened of"

But in what regards to the attitude "feel so great being desired and resisting", gosh, that is a very unsustainable game...rocket fuel... It's an endogenous drug.

You are feeding yourself of the scent of men's libido. you are sucking them out of their vital energy. No wonder you feel guilty about your "graveyard".

Forever guilty, but... forever inocent, "see but do not savour", but the gaze can "kill". . .
What if I told you that the "truth" was that I wans't "seducing you" because I desired you.
I wasn't even seducing you, as I was telling the truth. What if I told you that All that I was doing, whatever that was, was because I Loved you.

Could you resist Love? :)

Do you know what Love is? What's the diference between Love and seduction, Love and desire?

How dangerous is this game I'm playing? Is this really a game? or is it an ame, une ame, l'ame.

A game or an aim? I don't know. To think of it as a game is reassuring.
But then again, the "thing", whatever that is, might want me to think it's a game so that I can keep playing it, without me being scared by the risks it implies.

Providence protects the daring ones anyway. Otherwise I would be disgraced by now. :)

on the other hand. me writing this and scaring you might be a way of warning you to escape, escape now of this "thing", run and never look back.

but even more scary would be if now it was too late already. the "thing" caught you already.

Even if you run now, it's helpless, you will carry it with you, in the hearth of darkness, the darkness of the hearth and you will have to return to me, or be haunted all your life...

For the werewolf, for the werewolf Have sympathy 'Cause the werewolf he is someone Just like you an' me. Once I saw him in the moonlight when the bats were a flyin'
All alone I saw the werewolf and the werewolf was cryin'

Cryin' nobody, nobody, nobody knows How much I love the maiden as I tear off his cloths. Cryin' nobody, nobody, knows of my pain When I see it has risen that full moon again

When I see that moon movin' through the clouds in the sky
I get a crazy feelin' an' I wonder why
Oh the werewolf, Oh the werewolf
Comes travelin' along, He don't even break the branches
Where he's been gone

For the werewolf have pity, not fear, an' not hate
'Cause the werewolf might be someone that you've known of late

Oh the werewolf, oh the werewolf Comes travelin' along
He don't even crush the leaves. Where he's been gone

http://yerf.com/uploads/thornwolf

Go, my sadness And tell her that without her it is not to be
Tell her, in a prayer to return to me for I can't bear this suffering anymore
No more blues
The reality is that without her There is no peace, there is no beauty
There is only sadness and melancholy that won't leave me, won't leave me, won't leave

But if she returns, If she returns, What a beautiful thing, What a crazy thing
For there are fewer fish swimming in the sea than the kisses that I will give on your mouth
in my arms my embraces There will have to be millions of embraces tight like this, stuck like this, quiet Embraces and kisses and caresses without end
It is to end with that business of living far from me, I don't want that business any more
of you living like this We are going to quit this business of you living without me

Red Riding Hood Tulips

o gato da sorte Japonês deseja uma boa época de caça aos caçadores de caçador

a gata foi-se meter nos copos...

lovecats

Ah
We move like cagey tigers
We couldn't get closer than this
The way we walk
The way we talk
The way we stalk
The way we kiss
We slip through the streets
While everyone sleeps
Getting bigger and sleeker
And wider and brighter
We bite and scratch and scream all night
Let's go and throw
All the songs we know...

Into the sea
You and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed the lovecats

We're so wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully
Wonderfully pretty!
Oh you know that I'd do anything for you...
We should have each other to tea huh?
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up by the fire
And sleep for awhile
It's the grooviest thing
It's the perfect dream

Into the sea
You and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed the lovecats

We're so wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully
Wonderfully pretty!
Oh you know that I'd do anything for you...
We should have each other to dinner huh?
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up in the fire
Get up for awhile
It's the grooviest thing
It's the perfect dream

Hand in hand
Is the only way to land
And always the right way round
Not broken in pieces
Like hated little meeces...
How could we miss
Someone as dumb as this?

I love you... let's go...
Oh... solid gone...
How could we miss
Someone as dumb as this?

tudo está certo

[...] As flores florirão da mesma maneira E as árvores não serão menos verdes que na Primavera passada. A realidade não precisa de mim Sinto uma alegria enorme [...] Gosto que tudo seja real e que tudo esteja certo; E gosto porque assim seria, mesmo que eu não gostasse. Por isso se morrer agora, morro contente, Porque tudo é real e tudo está certo. [...]






Texto: Fernando.P.
photos: Veronica .V.

porque carga de água a navegar no desconhecido?

Qual o reflexo lume do polido Espelho de aço ou de cristal fermoso, Que, do raio solar sendo ferido, Vai ferir noutra parte, luminoso, E, sendo da ouciosa mão movido, Pela casa, do moço curioso, Anda pelas paredes e telhado, Trémulo, aqui e ali, e dessossegado:

No meio do oceano, não cartografado, em frente ao desconhecido, mais do que isso, a navegar própriamente no desconhecido... Não temos culpa das normas arbitrárias do sítio do espaço-tempo onde nos encontrámos nascidos. Não fomos nós que as fizémos, não jurámos por elas, não nos foi dado a escolher.
Porquê obedecer?
Porque carga de água?
(talvez apenas a carga de água que está em frente, para atravessar?) versao 0.0

(a arte da vida não será de facto esperar- o mais serena, pacífica e confortávelmente possível- pela morte?
[inspirado em Jesus de Montreal, o Actor confronta o Padre sobre o sentido da vida) versão 0.0

Tal há-de ser quem quer, co dom de Marte,
Imitar os Ilustres e igualá-los:
Voar co pensamento a toda parte,
Adivinhar perigos e evitá-los,
Com militar engenho e sutil arte,
Entender os imigos, e enganá-los,
Crer tudo, enfim; que nunca louvarei.
O Capitão que diga: «Não cuidei.»

CAMÕES! ...Vai chatear os Caimões.
a arte da vida não será, mas é, de facto, esperar- o mais serena, pacífica e confortávelmente possível- pela morte?





Hum...?

texto inicial: Lusíadas; Canto VIII (Parte II), 87 e 89.
fotos: por X-girl, detalhes escolhidos por 0.0

Repent and follow me

IMPORTANT: soundtrack for the following 2 posts (click here)

"Repent and follow me. Come and you will see." Lectio Divina on John 1:29-42










By the power of "Jah", the "Holy Ghost" - or wathever is called the Free Human Spirit- who speaks through Jesus - or Buddha or any other of the Awakened Humans -,
an "Angel" - or whatever are called the best parts inside the human mind-, that was arrested by the dark side of the force - or whatever is used for the Empire of Thanatos- gets free, with the help of the pentcostal power of the Living Gospel and turns symbolically into a beautiful, but also rapacious, dove.

she haunts my days

By the power of Saturn I cast thee out!

images before spell: various witches
spell: "andidote3" from Akasha Moon (The little book of Pocket Spells), page42
image of 0.0 and sacred cat of burma casting the spell
images after spell: ("Princess") the stripping bare of narcisistic bitches
(Lonely girl)1) Description: lonely gir stands on her own again. 2)ATS Lonely Girl and Benjamin Bunny. Description: Abandoned Toy Shop: Benjamin pretended to smile, Lonely Girl pretended to smile back

more lonely girl drawings in http://www.messengermods.com/search.php?search_user=.%3A%2Alonely+girl%2A%3A.

explanation: lonely girl has grown up and turned into a narcisitic bitch to fight depression, fear, and rage for not being loved and cared. Then, when the power of her sexuality does not stand for the deep inner lack of love, she is possessed by the witch who stole the love she deserved when she was a child, and she makes a pact with the witch to get power through the Dark side. Once more, she hoped to overcome her deep inner loneliness by the power of rage and hate.
But then, Sacred Cat of Burma and 0.0 cast a spell to free lonely girl from the bad witch, and to defend themselves from the attacks, and the reverse process happens. Poor lonely girl, poor Sacred cat of Burma and poor 0.0. Because, life is suffering.

haunting and be haunted

Your old man's arms
Like to bear their fists
But my arms have hands like
The graceful mist

for she left the Garden of her own accord and before the Fall of Man, and so is untouched by the Tree of Knowledge.

Esta noite vou entrar pela tua janela e roçar os meus lábios nos teus, como um vento que vem de longe

como Lilith, a rainha da malandrice...

Oedipus represents the triumph of determined curiosity over intimidation. The arrogance of lay bare the truth at no matter what cost

I shall rehearse the the Oedipus myth from a point of view which makes the sexual crime a peripheral element of a story in which the central crime is the arrogance of Oedipus...

this shift of emphasis brings the following elements into the centre:

the sphinx, who asks the riddle and destroys herself when it is aswered, the blind Tiresias, who possesses knowledge and deplores the resolve of the king to search for it, the oracle that provokes the search...and again the king who, when his search concludes...

The riddle traditionally attributed to the Sphinx is an expression of man's curiosity turned upon himself

curiosity has the same status in the myths of the garden of Eden and the Tower of Babel
- it is a Sin

text: Bion,1963 "elements of psychoanalysis"; 1967 "second thoughts".
image: Moreau, 1864, "Oedipus and the Sphinx"