dimecres, 27 de març de 2013

Passive Me, Agressive You.

Easter bores me. (I know it doesn't makes sense, but this is like the first though that came to me, and I honestly didn't know how to start.)

In order to keep my once in a blue moon-writing rutine, today I decided to post the most remarkable images, moments, sounds... I have fell in love with lately... Which is, I know, exciting since I do it everytime I post.


Disgusting, indeed... yet, so tender. Whatever, he is Matt Damon. (Good Will Hunting, 1997)


Some people, where born to sit by a river. Some get struck by lightning. Some have an ear for music. Some are artists. Some swim. Some know buttons. Some know Shakespeare. Some are mothers. And some people, dance. (The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button, 2008)


The picture talks for itself, doesn't it? (Photgraphed by: Bas Jan Ader) 

Plato used to say poetry was nearer to vital truth than history, and I see myself compelled to express my completely agreement with that statement. Uh, smart man.  By being bored (or not), you get to read a lot of poetry, If you want to. (I coudn't judge other alternatives as eating ice cream the whole night long while whatching Bridget Jones, elementary logic issue). That's why, I wanted to share the verses I love the most, right now.

O mistress mine, where are you roaming? 
O stay and hear! your true-love's coming 
That can sing both high and low; 
Trip no further, pretty sweeting, 
Journey's end in lovers' meeting-- 
Every wise man's son doth know. 

What is love? 'tis not hereafter; 
Present mirth hath present laughter; 
What's to come is still unsure: 
In delay there lies no plenty,-- 
Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty, 
Youth's a stuff will not endure. 

Carpe Diem, by William Shakespeare.

Another moment must come to an end, which turns to be, me writing.

Au revoir...


L.