John Breeding
Relax and allow expression (... keeping it safe).
The necessity of madness.
Don't translate a lot and a lot of tears as clinical depression.
Don't translate a lot of anger as a whatever disorder.
Don't translate a lot of fear as a panic disorder and a clinical problem or a mental illness.
It's not a pathology. It may be a challenging situation. There may be need of some resource and support brought to bare in order to create a safe space for people if they're going through an intense process that takes a while.
To find our element / what you resist persists
We are all fragile, sometimes / That is the question.
Dirão: a vida é muito curta para tanta paranóia...
Are you talking to me!?!
Life IS short, my friends.
Até onde, tolerar aquilo que nos afecta de forma recorrente, sempre sob o pretexto do "foi sem querer", "não me ocorreu", foi mais forte que eu", etc, etc
Às vezes temos certezas de coisas totalmente não-certas
Haverá alguma forma de comunicação telepática via peer-to-peer?
Certamente será necessário, primeiro, fazer o download de um qualquer software de processamento quântico...(?)
Um filme que marcou a minha infância
e do qual me lembro de vez em quando.
Era precisamente esta versão, e tinhamo-lo em formato de bobine.
Lembro-me do silêncio que fazíamos e do som das bobines a rodarem na máquina de projectar.
tique-tique-tique-tique
Ficávamos sempre muito tristes.
É triste estar-se triste.
Às vezes, só às vezes, é bom estar triste porque podemos chorar e isso é bom.
It's such a secret place, the land of tears.
The Little Prince
Nem todo o querer é poder
Entre o não sentir e o querer sentir o que não se sente, ou entre o sentir e o não querer sentir o que se sente, vão distâncias por vezes enormes.
Our faiths unquestioned can be our prisons
Também achava William de Baskerville nas suas considerações acerca do Diabo.
Daqui, do alto de VV Cephei, vejo um planeta cujos habitantes (lunatics...) correm desajustados, de um lado para o outro, desejando escapar à dor infligida por tantas leis e barreiras anti-natureza-humana. Vítimas de superegos que não encaixam na sua natureza, e do sufoco da corrida desenfreada ao conforto tecnológico.
Life is crazy. Life as a war. Technological happiness. The need for a new "motivating vision". A vision that does not put the human being as the centre. A non-anthropormophised vision.
We no longer live with Nature. We live above Nature. Our view of Nature is to consume Nature, to eat Nature as a raw material.
There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don’t feel alone
This is a place where that I call my home
Cause, I built a home
for you .. for me
Until it disappeared
from me .. from you
And now it’s time to leave and turn to dust
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed it’s knees
By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the ghosts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
Cause, I built a home
for you .. for me
Until it disappeared
from me .. from you
And now, it’s time to leave and turn to dust
*+=?!!"%/&**!! arggg!!
Parece que o segredo está no praguejar
Mas não se esqueçam que, numa base diária, não se pode dizer muita asneira senão a coisa não funciona tão bem!
Red, red, wine...
... where is my mind?
Floating, floating.
Lost in Time.
Turn me over,
Right side up
'Cause I'm feeling
not so nice.
Music, music,
Sounds, divine
Rock me, rock me
Make me fine.
To be (a) patient / Says who?
Patient: What do I do?
Dr. Spencer: Nothing dear, you're not qualified.
The Meaning of Life
An Ocean and a Rock
What you at my gentle spoken friend
I lack a frame to put you in
When you're an ocean and a rock away
I feel you in the pocket of my overcoat
My fingers wrap around your words
They take the shape of games we play
I feed your words through my buttonholes
I pin them to my fingerless gloves
Green and prone to fraying
Thoughts of you
Warm my bones
I'm on the way
I'm on the phone
Lets get lost
Me and you
An ocean and a rock
Is nothing to me.
I am far away from where you lay
Awake the day while you fall to sleep
An ocean and a rock away
I keep you in the pockets of my dresses
And the bristles of my brushes
Spin you into my curls today
I spoon you into my coffee cup
Spin you through a delicate wash
I wear you all day
Thoughts of you
Warm my bones
I'm on the way
I'm on the phone
Lets get lost
Me and you
An ocean and a rock
Is nothing to me.
Inner World
Foto: Damiano Calì
Há palavras que não podem ser ditas
Verdades para sempre veladas
Pensamentos que não podem ser falados
Canais que não podem ser abertos
Momentos que não podem ser vividos
Desejos que não podem realizar-se
Sonhos que só podem ser sonhados.
Flipar
Termo que designa a passagem de um estado de existência em que o referencial se encontra entre as normas estipuladas por... pelo... bom senso (?), para um estado, permanente, de "delírio" (?) em que os referenciais vão alternando consoante os estados psíquicos / emocionais.
Ao longo de anos, testemunhei vários "flipanços" (alguns amigos). Gente que subiu o muro e caiu para o outro lado.
Coisa terrível. Sofrimento e solidão. Caminho sem regresso.
Life, please
It's hot in here
You're gonna make me disapear
You've gotta save me from that cage
You've gotta save me from that cage
Cause I'm trapped in here
You're gonna make me disapear
You've gotta save me from that cage
You've gotta save me from that cage
It's hot in here
You're gonna make me disapear
You've gotta free me from this place
You've gotta save me from this cage
Cause I'm trapped in here
You're gonna make me disapear
You've gotta free me from this place
You're gonna throw it all away
Cause who needs
This heat I'm living in
Cause I need
Something to pick me up
Yeh who needs
This heat I'm living in
I need
pum pum pa da da dum
da na num
It's cold at night
You make me so afraid
You've gotta save me from this cage
You've gotta free me from this place
Cause I'm trapped in here
You're gonna make me disapear
You've gotta save me from that cage
You're gonna throw it all away
Cause who needs
This heat I'm living in
Cause I need
Something to pick me up
Yeh who needs
This heat I'm living in
Cause I need oh
You to save me from that cage
I need oh
You to save me from that cage
You're gonna throw it all away.
Emme Packer, aqui
