Ninguém leria |
Os dias sem ninguém.
Posted by Lolita on Sun, 11 May 2008 08:22:00 PST |
my friend Ian showed me this Baudelaire quote |
Baudelaire " Anywhere out of the World""...It always seems to me that I should be happy anywhere but where I am, and this question of moving is one I am eternally discussing with my soul Tell me...
Posted by Lolita on Sat, 12 Jan 2008 09:44:00 PST |
Seven simple rules for a life in hiding: |
One, never trust a cop in a raincoat. Two, beware of enthusiasm and of love, each is temporary and quick to sway. Three, if asked if you care about the world’s ...
Posted by Lolita on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 06:21:00 PST |
Cancioneiro |
DOBRE Peguei no meu coração E pu-lo na minha mão Olhei-o como quem olha Grãos de areia ou uma folha. Olhei-o pávido e absorto Como quem sabe estar morto; Com a alma só comovida Do sonho e pouco ...
Posted by Lolita on Sat, 16 Feb 2008 02:09:00 PST |
Tout est Factice. |
You know a person..you think you do know a person. You know shit.
Posted by Lolita on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 04:20:00 PST |
Pillow Book |
If writings did not exist, what terrible depressions we should suffer. I like the smell of paper - all kinds. It reminds me of the scent of skin. When God made the first clay m...
Posted by Lolita on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:04:00 PST |
I’d like a coin-operated boy, please. |
Why, thank you. Actually, better make it three.Lovely.
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Posted by Lolita on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 09:01:00 PST |
Desaforismos, por Paulo Borges |
Procuro notícias da minha morte.Procuro aquilo que encontro. O que procuras procura-te. Pára e deixa que te encontre.O teu bilhete de identidade é o teu epitáfio. Se te vês como...
Posted by Lolita on Mon, 14 Jan 2008 06:52:00 PST |
Dead Poets Society |
"I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep, and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life and not, when I had come to die, discover ...
Posted by Lolita on Mon, 14 Jan 2008 06:29:00 PST |
The Good-Morrow |
I wonder by my troth, what thou and IDid, till we lov'd? Were we not wean'd till then,But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly?Or snorted we in the seven sleepers' den?'Twas so; but this, all pleas...
Posted by Lolita on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 02:11:00 PST |
