Dreams (II)

e se caírmos. 

  

nos mundos ao contrário,

não importa se me deixares cair.

       

          

       

só te levantas se cais, só cais se te desequilibras, só te desequilibras se te mexes.

"We like to play with words a lot, put two words together for example, and make a new word out of it. It means jumping into puddles. It should be two words but it's almost like a name now. The lyrics describe an atmosphere, a memory or something, like being a kid jumping into puddles, falling down and getting a nosebleed, getting back up... It doesn't really matter when you're a kid."
(Georg Holm, about Hoppipolla)

(também não devia importar quando já somos grandes.)

"the advantage of having a bad memory..."

ontem, ao fim de 25 anos de existência, vi nevar.

é bom saber que há coisas simples que ainda posso fazer
pela primeira vez.

mulher(es)

afinal, o que é isto de que somos feitas?



(porque hoje também é dia da mulher. e não só quando ao almanaque lhe apetece!)

Coisas belas, belíssimas, ou bonitas apenas (I)

(You wanna see the most beautiful thing I ever found? It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing and there's this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. And this bag was just dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. And that's the day I realize there was this entire life behind things... this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video's a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember... I need to remember... Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world [I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in]. É o que ele* diz.)

(* Ricky Fitts, the weird boy, em American beauty, Sam Mendes, 1999)