The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.

~ Marcel Proust

Adaptation

oh Alice....

 

quero estas meias....

Such ashame. Such waste of time, lovely

letterstodeadpeople

thank god you're made of stone

Tomorrow I'll give up... today i'm to week

You can’t tell what it’s like to be me looking at you

touché (2)

I'm so always right

one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over...

não sei porque continuo a pensar em ti. é inutil. não te percebo, nem nunca o vou conseguir fazer. acho que agora tambem não iria querer. esta é a ultima carta que te escrevo. prometo.

depois de vento e tempestade, lutamos por algo impossivel, aterrador, apaixonante. Apenas restava uma memoria irreal, uma noção incompreendida da realidade. hoje ficamos reduzidos a pó.

not so brilliant as he could be...

300 days before

é tudo uma questão de disponibilidade.

my day is sounding like

a escrever sobre o Truffaut

a ver os filmes de Truffaut

a passar-me com Truffaut

a adorar Truffaut

ainda me falta muitooo para acabar Truffaut e o Doinel

Veronica Lake, Sullivan's Travels 1941

uma tristeza conhecida.

one day i'll understand

for now.... i've to suck it

Um dia vou-me rir de tudo o que escrevi aqui para ti...

Hoje é o dia

"Something in the way she moves,
Attracts me like no other lover.
Something in the way she woos me.
I don't want to leave her now,
You know I believe and how.

Somewhere in her smile she knows,
That I don't need no other lover.
Something in her style that shows me.
I don't want to leave her now,
You know I believe and how.

You're asking me will my love grow,
I don't know, I don't know.
Stick around, and it may show,
But I don't know, I don't know.

Something in the way she knows,
And all I have to do is think of her.
Something in the things she shows me.
I don't want to leave her now.
You know I believe and how."

~Something, The Beatles~