Bastille

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I84hANDTvE0

"you said: we were born with nothing, and we sure as hell have nothing now"

É um bocado anos 80, mas as letras contrastam de maneira estranha e estranhamente satisfatória com a banalidade da música. E esse verso ritmicamente impossível sai.

Conversa

Eu o ouço contando uma história sozinho, com uns bonequinhos de dinossauros:
- Daí ele pulou na sua cabeça, e comeu ela!

- Nossa, Té, que história!
- É uma hitólia pássica!

- Que que é isso? Básica? Prática? Trágica? Mágica?
- É pássica!

Fotos de natureza

Fotos finalistas do concurso de fotógrafos de natureza do Museu de História Natural de Londres.

Of Monster and Man: Little Talks

Hey! Hey! Hey!

I don't like walking around this old and empty house
So hold my hand, I'll walk with you my dear

The stairs creak as I sleep,
It's keeping me awake
It's the house telling you to close your eyes

And some days I can't even trust myself
It's killing me to see you this way

'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey! Hey! Hey!

There's an old voice in my head
That's holding me back
Well tell her that I miss our little talks

Soon it will all be over, and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
And full of life and full of love

Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right.
Your mind is playing tricks on you my dear

'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

You're gone, gone, gone away,
I watched you disappear
All that's left is a ghost of you
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
there's nothing we can do,
Just let me go, we'll meet again soon

Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around
I'll see you when I fall asleep

Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!

Though the truth may vary
this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Palavra (inglesa): pushpullable

"This is Descarte's error: the abyssal separation between body and mind, between the sizable, dimensioned, mechanically operated, infinitely divisible body stuff, on the one hand, and unsizable, undimensioned, un-pushpullable, nondivisible mind stuff..."

em Descarte's error, de Antonio Damasio.

Sobrinhos

Que a maternidade é tudoaquilo, pro bem e pro mal, a gente já sabe antes, está em prosa e verso, etc.
Mas uma coisa que me surpreende nessa história de passar pro outro lado do balcão familial é o amor pelos sobrinhos.
Nunca imaginei que fosse assim. Nunca nem atinei com perguntar como seria, mas fato é que eu realmente gosto dos meus sobrinhos. Tenho saudades deles, fico ansiosa pelas oportunidades de vê-los, e adoro quando estamos juntos.