Dreams

Sometimes dreams are simply dreams. During his lifetime, he'd had a lot. For instance, when he was kid, he dreamed about being an astronaut like Neil Armstrong, jump on the moon, probably give a party up there and invite all the Martians to join it. Obviously, he was an idiot back then, but he was a happy idiot - sometimes he missed the fun that was being a kid. But childhood vanished too quickly and he found himself growing up faster than most men. And with childhood's death arrived adolescence - those days in which wet-dreams populated his horny teenager mind. But they were just dreams, too good and pleasurable to be true. What he hated was the other sort of dream, the ones that seem so real and palpable and nasty - because dreams that look real can never be good. When he lied in that bed with her at his side again, he should've known he was dreaming and not awake.

Hoje mandaram-me isto

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Cara Ana,

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Life in a Bottle

Escape me?
Never--
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear:
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed.
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And, baffled, get up and begin again,--
So the chace takes up one's life, that's all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope goes to ground
Than a new one, straight to the self-same mark,
I shape me--
Ever
Removed!

Robert Browning

Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog

Para quem gosta de blogs musicais e não só, aqui fica uma sugestão bastante alternativa da autoria do senhor Joss Whedon, o autor da série Firefly (como eu gostava da série Firefly...) e que contém um vilão bastante simpático, um super-herói idiota e uma menina idealista. É só clicar na imagem.

The Purist

I give you now Professor Twist,
A conscientious scientist,
Trustees exclaimed, "He never bungles!"
And sent him off to distant jungles.
Camped on a tropic riverside,
One day he missed his loving bride.
She had, the guide informed him later,
Been eaten by an alligator.
Professor Twist could not but smile.
"You mean," he said, "a crocodile."

Ogden Nash