Pretérito Perfeito

Perfeição? Coisas perfeitas? Pessoas perfeitas? Sentimentos perfeitos? Relações perfeitas?

A perfeição não existe.
A unica coisa comprovadamente perfeita é uma flor de nome amor-perfeito e, como seria de esperar, tremendamente frágil. Felizmente, é comestível.

A perfeição não será mais do que um conjunto de imperfeições harmoniosamente equilibradas?

E se isto for uma definição de perfeição, como será a definição de imperfeição?

Directions

Another turning point a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist directs you where to go
So make the best of this test and don't ask why
It's not a question but a lesson learned in time

It's something unpredictable
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life

So take the photographs and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while

It's something unpredictable
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life

Good Ridance (Time of Your Life), Greenday

O Sorriso

Creio que foi o sorriso,
o sorriso foi quem abriu a porta.
Era um sorriso com muita luz
lá dentro, apetecia entrar nele, tirar a roupa, ficar
nu dentro daquele sorriso.
Correr, navegar, morrer naquele sorriso.

Eugénio de Andrade

Sobre o chão descalço, construo mundos que destruo na minha cabeça.

If she wants me

I wrote a letter on a nothing day
I asked somebody
“Could you send my letter away?”
“You are too young to put all of your hopes in just one envelope”

I said goodbye to someone that I love
It’s not just me, I tell you it’s the both of us
And it was hard
Like coming off the pills that you take to stay happy

Someone above
has seen me do alright
Someone above
is looking with a tender eye
Upon your face, you may think you’re alone but you may think again

If I could do just one near perfect thing I’d be happy
They’d write it on my grave, or when they scattered
my ashes
On second thoughts I’d rather hang around and
Be there with my best friend
If she wants me

And far away somebody read the letter
He condescends to read the words I wrote about him
And if he smiles, it’s no more than a genius deserves
For all his curious nerve and your passion

I’m going deaf, you’re growing melancholy
Things fall apart, I don’t know why we bother at all
But life is good and “It’s always worth living at least for
a while”

If I could do just one near perfect thing I’d be happy
They’d write it on my grave, or when they scattered
my ashes
On second thoughts
I’d rather hang around and
Be there with my best friend
If she wants me

If you think to yourself “What should I do now?”
Then take the baton, girl, you better run with it
There is no point in standing in the past cause it’s over and done with
I took a book and went into the forest
I climbed the hill, I wanted to look down on you
But all I saw was twenty miles of wilderness so I went home

If She Wants Me, Belle and Sebastian

It's just a question of time

Everything.
Everyone.
Everywhere.
Ends.

From "Six Feet Under"

PS. (and this blog is not, neither will be, an exception)

Only pain is real

All was written
All was done
All was love
Love is gone

I tried,
I did,
I've torn myself to shreds
I'm used to it,
but how much can I still bare?

So I just...
Run away,
run away,
I'm not brave enough
Walk away, walk away,
I slap my own face and I...
Turn away, turn away turn,
like a coward I smile and I...
Run away,
run away,
from you...

All the questions
All the lies
All was loved
Eyes that cry

I feel so beat,
I wish you could see without explanations
Would you believe that all of this was a mistake?
So I just...
Walk away, walk away,
I slap my own face and I...
Turn away, turn away turn,
like a coward I smile and I...
Run away,
run away,
from you....

Not Brave Enough, Silence 4