Meet me Halfway

encontrámos-nos e foi melhor do que o imaginado, mas agora....


a ilusão foi-se.

Song To The Siren
On the floating, shapeless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me loving into your eyes.

And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me;
Let me enfold you."

Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?

Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks.
For you sang, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow."
Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.
I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.
I'm as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or shall I lie with death my bride?

Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."
"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."

Eyjafjöll

Movies that make dissemblance

Cada um no seu género, não fossem dois realizadores muito sui generis : Lars von Trier e Michael Haneke. The AntiChrist e The White Ribbon, dois bons filmes para quem gosta de fugir aos filmes comerciais. Boa imagem, fotografia, argumento, boas actuações, música envolvente, traduz duas sessões bem apreciadas.

«New vision...»

Lying on the grass, feeling the sorrowndings, allowing to face the fear, trimbling of panic. On the top of the roof, hundred million little stones falling down, making my brain stun with the irregular noise, wondering if I was imagining things: the cry of a baby, the falling from a tree, pictures that make no sense at all, writing down notes, over and over again. Spreading my madness to my loved ones. Wanting/waiting to kill/love them. Biting my neck and swallowing my blood.