After Many Days

After Many Days (D.H.Lawrence)

I wonder if with you, as it is with me,
If under your slipping words, that easily flow
About you as a garment, easily,
Your violent heart beats to and fro!

Long have I waited, never once confessed,
Even to myself, how bitter the separation;
Now, being come again, how make the best
Reparation?

If I could cast this clothing off from me,
If I could lift my naked self to you,
Of if only you would repulse me, a wound would be
Good; it would let the ache come through.

But that you hold me still so kindly cold
Aloof my floating heart will not allow;
Yea, but I loathe you that you should withhold
Your pleasure now.

The More Loving One

The More Loving One (W.H.Auden)

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

Never Give All The Heart

Never give all the heart (W.B.Yeats)

Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.

Be Near Me

Be Near Me (Faiz Ahmed Faiz)

Be near me now,
My tormenter, my love, be near me—
At this hour when night comes down,
When, having drunk from the gash of sunset, darkness comes
With the balm of musk in its hands, its diamond lancets,
When it comes with cries of lamentation,
with laughter with songs;
Its blue-gray anklets of pain clinking with every step.
At this hour when hearts, deep in their hiding places,
Have begun to hope once more, when they start their vigil
For hands still enfolded in sleeves;
When wine being poured makes the sound
of inconsolable children
who, though you try with all your heart,
cannot be soothed.
When whatever you want to do cannot be done,
When nothing is of any use;
—At this hour when night comes down,
When night comes, dragging its long face,
dressed in mourning,
Be with me,
My tormenter, my love, be near me.

I Am Not Yours

I Am Not Yours (S.Tesdale)

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

(...)

Oh plunge me deep in love—put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

Love's Secret

Love's Secret (William Blake)

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!

Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.

It's All Latin To Me

Non calor sed umor est qui nobis incommodat.
It's not the heat, it's the humidity.

Di! Ecce hora! Uxor mea me necabit!
God, look at the time! My wife will kill me!

Estne volumen in toga, an solum tibi libet me videre?
Is that a scroll in your toga, or are you just happy to see me?

Lex clavatoris designati rescindenda est.
The designated hitter rule has got to go.

Sentio aliquos togatos contra me conspirare.
I think some people in togas are plotting against me.

Caesar si viveret, ad remum dareris.
If Caesar were alive, you'd be chained to an oar.

Quantum materiae materietur marmota monax si marmota monax materiam possit materiari?
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

(At a barbeque)
Animadvertistine, ubicumque stes, fumum recta in faciem ferri?
Ever noticed how wherever you stand, the smoke goes right into your face?
More Useful Latin

Sona si Latine loqueris.
Honk if you speak Latin.

Si Hoc Legere Scis Nimium Eruditionis Habes
If you can read this you're over-educated

Sentio aliquos togatos contra me conspirare.
I think some people in togas are plotting against me.

Vidi Vici Veni
I saw, I conquered, I came

Vacca foeda
Stupid cow

Mihi ignosce. Cum homine de cane debeo congredi.
Excuse me. I've got to see a man about a dog.

Raptus regaliter
Royally screwed

Si hoc signum legere potes, operis boni in rebus Latinus alacribus et fructuosis potiri potes!
If you can read this sign, you can get a good job in the fast-paced, high-paying world of Latin!

Gramen artificiosum odi.
I hate Astroturf.

Nihil curo de ista tua stulta superstitione.
I'm not interested in your dopey religious cult.

Noli me vocare, ego te vocabo.
Don't call me, I'll call you.

Nullo metro compositum est.
It doesn't rhyme.

Non curo. Si metrum non habet, non est poema.
I don't care. If it doesn't rhyme, it isn't a poem.

Fac ut gaudeam.
Make my day.

Braccae illae virides cum subucula rosea et tunica Caledonia-quam elenganter concinnatur!
Those green pants go so well with that pink shirt and the plaid jacket!

Visne saltare? Viam Latam Fungosam scio.
Do you want to dance? I know the Funky Broadway.

Re vera, potas bene.
Say, you sure are drinking a lot.

Utinam barbari spatium proprium tuum invadant!
May barbarians invade your personal space!

Utinam coniurati te in foro interficiant!
May conspirators assassinate you in the mall!

Utinam logica falsa tuam philosophiam totam suffodiant!
May faulty logic undermine your entire philosophy!

Radix lecti
Couch potato

Quo signo nata es?
What's your sign?

O! Plus! Perge! Aio! Hui! Hem!
Oh! More! Go on! Yes! Ooh! Ummm!

Mellita, domi adsum.
Honey, I'm home.

Tam exanimis quam tunica nehru fio.
I am as dead as the nehru jacket.

Ventis secundis, tene cursum.
Go with the flow.

Totum dependeat.
Let it all hang out.

Te precor dulcissime supplex!
Pretty please with a cherry on top!

Magister Mundi sum!
I am the Master of the Universe!

Fac me cocleario vomere!
Gag me with a spoon!

Te audire no possum. Musa sapientum fixa est in aure.
I can't hear you. I have a banana in my ear.

Estne volumen in toga, an solum tibi libet me videre?
Is that a scroll in your toga, or are you just happy to see me?

Prehende uxorem meam, sis!
Take my wife, please!

Quantum materiae materietur marmota monax si marmota monax materiam possit materiari?
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

Nihil est--in vita priore ego imperator Romanus fui.
That's nothing--in a previous life I was a Roman Emperor.

Recedite, plebes! Gero rem imperialem!
Stand aside plebians! I am on imperial business.

Vescere bracis meis.
Eat my shorts.

Sic faciunt omnes.
Everyone is doing it.

Fac ut vivas.
Get a life.

Anulos qui animum ostendunt omnes gestemus!
Let's all wear mood rings!

Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam.
I have a catapult. Give me all the money, or I will fling an enormous rock at your head.

(...)

 

(...)

Martin Jarrie

Tentando colocar no seu devido lugar...

selçuk demirel

La jeune fille aux cheveux blancs

Je suis à l'age où l'on ne dort nulle part
Les seuls lits dont je rêve sont des quais de gare
J'ai loué un placard pour mes robes d'hiver
J'ai tué les parents

Oh je veux partir sur la seule route où il y a du vent
Je suis la jeune fille aux cheveux blancs

Mon amoureux dit quÂ’il ne me connaît pas
Il vit loin de tout, il vit trop loin de moi
Sur le plus haut volcan où lÂ’amour est éteint
Il reviendra demain

Oh je veux partir sur la seule route où il y a du vent
Je suis la jeune fille aux cheveux blancs

Oh je veux partir sur la seule route où il y a du vent
Je suis la jeune fille aux cheveux blancs

Je suis la jeune fille aux cheveux blancs
Je suis la jeune fille aux cheveux blancs
Je suis la jeune fille aux cheveux blancs

Dica da Fafá!

9 Hábitos do Cérebro

Interessante.

A Dog's Prayer

Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world’s sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps falls upon my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshiper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.

And, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest - and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.

(Beth Norman Harris)

Temperatura

clipped from crappygraphs.com

Glench: as the temperature of lesbians approaches absolute zero, they cease to exist
Glench: let me demonstrate
Glench: here we have a google search for hot lesbians
Glench: http://www.google.com/search?q=%22hot+lesbians%22
Glench: ~1.4 million results
Glench: cool lesbians: http://www.google.com/search?q=%22cool+lesbians%22
Glench: 2,500 results
Glench: http://www.google.com/search?q=%22cold+lesbians%22
Kasu: Glench: It's scientific!
Glench: 321 results
Glench: for cold lesbians
lapilofu: did you try warm?
Glench: http://www.google.com/search?q=%22absolute+zero+lesbians%22
Glench: 0 results
Glench: theory: PROVEN
TwoDaemon: ... that is simultaneously so logical and so awesomely retarded.

daqui

Luca 23/12/1997 = 17/10/2008

Luca 23/12/1997 = 17/10/2008

meu jujubinha meu menino lindo mami ta aqui com muita
saudade quase impossivel de suportar a dor, a vida sem voce
que eu nao conheco como sera, nao queria nunca saber, meu
bebe, meu bebe tao da mami e a mami tao do meu bebe a gente
vai ter que aprender a viver sem se ver sem a nossa
companhia nossos soninhos de paz e nossos cafes da manha com
mamao e o jantar franguinho e carninha e a insulina, meu
jujuba cachorro da agua sempre de olho na mami e na
geladeira e que sabia de tudo e confiava so na mami nao
importa o dodoi a mami ta com o luca o luca ta bem, e a
campainha tocava quando saia so pra ter certeza que jujuba
ia latir e me receber e expressar a felicidade em me ver o
conforto de me ter junto que amor forte e amor puro amor tao
simples e tao puro e tao bom o meu refugio de calor o
focinho geladinho e os abracos fortes, fica com a mami meu
bebe, meu filho mimi com a mami, poe sua cabecinha na minha
barriga mami da carinho na sua orelha pra vc mimir mais
rapido e quando chegar o papa mami te da um pedacinho e eu
te dei uma parte de mim acho que eu toda e vc se deu todo
pra mim a nossa alma nao tinha separacao, era uma so, um
animal e uma pessoa e no entanto vc tao mais nobre e tao
cheio de boas coisas e o seu olhar a sua complacencia e tudo
em vc que eram atitudes de amor incondicional e
incondicional eh esse momento sem vc que ainda nao entendo e
nao sei se um dia vou entender, meu bichinho tao especial
que ultrapassou qualquer significado de amizade lealdade
amor nossa co-dependecia tao boa que so me fazia feliz e
confortavel e agora eu aqui depois de ter te abracado forte
ate sua alma a alma do meu bebe jujubinha ter ido embora e
nessa hora te apertava com todo o amor que nao aguentava
mais sentir de tao forte e agora choro e lamento que meu
bebe que era tao forte tao feliz tao legal foi pra algum
lugar, deixou pra la o corpinho machucado e a cabecinha tao
inteligente e lucida e foi me esperar pra gente se ver ne
meu bebe, a gente vai se ver eu te prometo vc vem me visitar
eu queria tanto continuar sentindo vc por perto, comer mamao
ouvindo o barulhinho da sua mordida, e nada mas nada nada
nada nesse mundo nunca foi tao espcial e tao puro pra mim
quanto os 11 anos de convivencia com vc que tive o
privilegio de ter esse ser de amor e inocencia e protecao ao
meu lado todos os segundos dos ultimos 11 anos e agora tenho
que aprender a ficar sem vc, esse tempo que vai se soltar
aos pouquinhos e vai cada vez mais nos distanciar, o tempo
vai pra um lado e vc foi pra outro e eu ainda perdida nesse
meio quero ver pra que lado eu vou meu jujubinha te amo mais
do que tudo nunca senti nada igual por nada meu amor meu
amor meu amor que tenho certeza ta com Deus e ta comigo
ainda te amo Luca, meu Bu, Bubu, Lulu, Jujuba, tozinho.
Vem me ver, vem.
Vai com Deus, meu amor. Nunca vou te deixar, nunca!

Adorei!!!

Link do dia! Esses quadros...falam! À venda na Curiosity Shoppe

Splash of Colours

o de hoje!

mais um...

Fiery Fury

mais um de hoje...insônia

De Novo Ela...virou chacota mesmo

Palin As President

todayistheday xx

Ele Conseguiu Fugir!!!

Muito bom!!!

The Most Interesting Part Of The Presidential Debate: THE AUDIENCE!

:)))

Pra quem gosta de poesia...um dos melhores sites.

The Sorrow of Love

The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,
The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,
And all that famous harmony of leaves,
Had blotted out man's image and his cry.

A girl arose that had red mournful lips
And seemed the greatness of the world in tears,
Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships
And proud as Priam murdered with his peers;

Arose, and on the instant clamorous eaves,
A climbing moon upon an empty sky,
And all that lamentation of the leaves,
Could but compose man's image and his cry.

William Butler Yeats

Tradução em português aqui

What a Brave statement (what a brave world indeed, Mr. Huxley)

"If we could sniff or swallow something that would, for five or six hours each day, abolish our solitude as individuals, atone us with our fellows in a glowing exaltation of affection and make life in all its aspects seem not only worth living, but divinely beautiful and significant, and if this heavenly, world-transfiguring drug were of such a kind that we could wake up next morning with a clear head and an undamaged constitution-then, it seems to me, all our problems (and not merely the one small problem of discovering a novel pleasure) would be wholly solved and earth would become paradise."

ALDOUS HUXLEY

Vale a pena ler (em inglês).

Imigrantes (americanos)

:0::))))

A MINHA novela!

Nota rápida: acabei de voltar do Antiquarius e depois de saborear um prato maravilhoso de arroz de pato, vislumbro por lá uma alegre mesa aonde conversavam, alegres, serelepes e curiosamente parecendo amicíssimos, nada mais nada menos que o Dodi, o Silveirinha, a Donatela e a Lara. Apesar de ser daquelas que não-gostava-de-novela-mas-sem-querer-viu-um-capítulo-e-nunca-mais-conseguiu-perder-outro, sou a maior fã desse folhetim. A Favorita é minha novela favoritíssima! A-M-O! Exageradamente mesmo, inclusive as cenas do Zé Mayer! Confesso que me deu A MAIOR vontade de perguntar pra eles porque cargas d'agua a FLORA não estava na mesa também rsrsrs. Êita novela bouuua!!!! Dá-lhe João Emanuel Carneiro, me deu um excelente motivo pra ficar quietinha em casa todas as noites da semana. eles estavam láelas (lindas e magérrimas!) também!

 

Gabizinha Beloch, minha sobrinha de 13, linda! Love ya

Sky Blue Sky - Wilco

Viciada nessa banda há alguns anos, e nessa música há alguns meses.

Oh, the band marched on in formation
The brass was phasing tunes I couldn’t place
Windows open and raining in
Maroon, yellow, blue, gold and gray

The drunks were ricocheting
The old buildings downtown
Empty so long ago
Windows broken and dreaming
So happy to leave what was my home


With a sky blue sky
This rotten time
Wouldn’t seem so bad to me now
Oh, I didn’t die
I should be satisfied
I survived
That's good enough for now


With a sky blue sky
This rotten time
Wouldn’t seem so bad to me now
Oh, if I didn’t die
I should be satisfied
I survived
That's good enough for now

Grace is Gone II

One drink to remember then another to forget,
One drink to remember and another to forget
Excuse me please, one more drink
Could make it strong because I don’t need to think
... broke my heart my Grace is gone
One more drink and I’ll be gone
(How could I ever dream to find sweet love like you again)

I'm coming slow but speeding...

I'm only this far
And only tomorrow leads the way
==DMB #41

making plans to change the world while the world is changing us

What day is this, besides the day you left me?
What day is this, besides the day you went?
So what to do with the rest of the day's, afternoon hey,
isn't it strange how we change everything we did,
Did I do all that I could???

--DMB

Grace is Gone

Estou sem postar há alguns dias e tenho novidades...mas vou contar com detalhes e fotos amanhã, porque daqui a pouco vou no show do Dave Matthews lá no Vivo Rio e preciso me arrumar. Fui!

Vai Uma Raspadinha Aê

Extra Extra! Breaking News! Perigo!!! A humanidade em alerta máximo! Red Alert!!! Ninugém mais ninguém menos que perereca da a Claudia Ohana acaba de assinar contrato com a Playboy prá ser a capa de novembro, com o intuito de traumatizar mudar mais uma geração para todo o sempre. Atenção, pais, atenção, professores, atenção psicólogos: preparem-se para ter que explicar para os jovens até então inocentes, que aquela floresta negra, de mata atlântica, vasta, imensa, espessa, nada mais é que o invólucro de uma mera perereca. Expliquem que a hirsuta atriz sofre de pentelhencravadofobia e por essa razão se recusa a capinar depilar. S.O.S. Mata Atlântica! Desmatamento já! Até a Conga, a Mulher Gorila, a Mulher Barbada, ou a versão-mulher do Tony Ramos são mais sexy, editor-chefe da Playboy! Não, até o próprio Tony Ramos-o-homem, que carrega no próprio corpo sua fábrica de perucas Tony, tem mais apêlo!
Nunca esqueci do trauma que sofri, nos idos de 1985, com meus escassos 11 anos, ainda sem pêlo algum no corpo, quando tive a péssima idéia de pegar a Playboy do meu irmão pra dar uma olhadinha inocente. Era pra matar uma curiosidadesinha rápida, o que aqueles meninos viam de tão interessante nessa revista. E toma susto. O que era aquilo? Um pássaro? Um avião? Não, era a mulher-tufão. a julgar pela imagem retirada do Google Images, a fama da (b__ta) da Claudia Ohana é internacional, já que o style demodê rapussynzel foi batizado com seu nome. e ainda escuto Caetano Cabeloso cantarolando sem parar a canção de seu amigo de fé irmão cabelada Roberto Carlos: "debaixo dos caracóis dos meus pentelhos, uma perereca a habitar...

PS: é necessário um disclaimer. gosto da Claudia Ohana, do seu trabalho e acho-a realmente bonita e em forma para o ensaio nu na Playboy ou qualquer outra revista. esse post é em homenagem ao célebre ensaio de 1985. se eu fosse ela, não só posava depilada dessa vez, como ainda fechava algum contrato de publicidade bem polpudo com a Gillette, ou com os salões de depilação Pello, ou com o departamento de marketing da Tramontina dedicado exclusivamente aos cortadores elétricos de grama.

 

JJ de novo.

 

JJ lançando um olhar 43...ou um olhar sai-daqui-tá-olhando-o-quê!?

 

Jungle Jim, vulgo JJ, meu puro-sangue inglês que chegou hoje de manhã na fazenda da Camilla, em Três Rios, agora a dona dele em sociedade comigo. Nesse findi pretendo tirar muita foto dele e contar a estória desse potrinho, desde sua compra, num leilão em 2007, até hoje. PS: nessa foto, tem uma pessoa atrás, no soy yo.