Thursday, July 27, 2006
Helena disse:
Irrita-me saber que ele tem uma vidinha longe de mim. Que ri, come e bebe...e respira, tudo isto longe de mim. Sem pensar em mim, lá em Tróia.
posted by marcela at 7/27/2006 09:30:00 PM | 0 comments
Helena disse:
Achas que eu tenho um ar helénico?
posted by marcela at 7/27/2006 09:26:00 PM | 0 comments
Helena disse:
Ora bem, escreve-se ben-zo-di-a-ze-pi-ne,mas lê-se a-le-gri-a.
posted by marcela at 7/27/2006 08:48:00 PM | 0 comments
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Llegarás manana
Para el fin del mundo
O el ano nuevo
Manana te mato
Manana te libro
Estoy adelante ya no
Ya no tengo miedo
Manana te digo que el amor
Que el amor se ha ido
posted by marcela at 7/25/2006 09:22:00 PM | 0 comments
Monday, July 24, 2006
- Sabias que o aborto é proibido no Vaticano?
- A sério???
- Ai ai (risos)
posted by marcela at 7/24/2006 11:04:00 PM | 0 comments
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Se não esqueceste
o amor que me dedicaste
e o que escreveste
nas cartas que me mandaste
esquece o passado
e volta para meu lado
porque já estás perdoado
de tudo o que me chamaste.

Volta meu querido
mas volta como disseste
arrependido
de tudo o que me fizeste,
haja o que houver
já basta p'ra teu castigo
essa mulher
que andava agora contigo.

Se é contrafeito
não voltes toma cautela
porque eu aceito
que vivas antes com ela
pois podes crer
que antes prefiro morrer
do que contigo viver
sabendo que gostas dela.

Só o que eu peço
é uma recordação
se é que mereço
um pouco de compaixão,
deixa ficar
o teu retrato comigo
p'ra eu julgar
que ainda vivo contigo.
posted by marcela at 7/23/2006 09:02:00 PM | 0 comments
...e agora vou passar a usar uma frase proto-snob:
há 3 tipos de gajos a evitar :
os que dizem "a nivel de"
os que dizem "em termos de"
e os que perguntam "tens hi5?"
posted by marcela at 7/23/2006 05:27:00 PM | 0 comments
Friday, July 21, 2006
- Por mim até podia ter ido para o Líbano.
- 'Tás a falar a sério?
- Não.
- Ah, pronto.
posted by marcela at 7/21/2006 06:16:00 PM | 0 comments
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Cais do Destino
posted by marcela at 7/18/2006 09:05:00 PM | 0 comments
posted by marcela at 7/18/2006 08:36:00 PM | 0 comments
Sunday, July 16, 2006
- Sabes o que é que eu queria fazer contigo?
- Não
- Dividir o átomo...
posted by marcela at 7/16/2006 09:02:00 PM | 0 comments
Saturday, July 15, 2006
posted by marcela at 7/15/2006 09:11:00 PM | 0 comments
I went to a protest just to rub up against strangers
posted by marcela at 7/15/2006 09:06:00 PM | 0 comments
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
esse sonho rebentou como um desmancho debaixo das escadas
posted by marcela at 7/12/2006 06:17:00 PM | 0 comments
Monday, July 10, 2006
If I kiss you where it’s sore will you feel better
posted by marcela at 7/10/2006 08:52:00 PM | 0 comments
Thursday, July 06, 2006
As pessoas são interessantes à primeira vista. Depois, lenta mas seguramente, todos os seus defeitos e loucuras se manifestam.

em Mulheres
posted by marcela at 7/06/2006 11:20:00 PM | 0 comments
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
ninguém pensa e sente da mesma maneira. a gente sente-se feliz quando a gente fala com alguém e diz “curioso, eu também penso assim”. precisamos tanto uns dos outros. assim já sei o que é ter a consciência de ser outra pessoa. é quando alguém pensa igual ou semelhante a mim. quando me identifico com alguém. acho que se isso não me acontecesse frequentemente ficava a pensar que era doente. é tão bom quando conseguimos entrar na cabeça de outra pessoa. mas ao mesmo tempo isso é mentira. tu és tu e tu és tu e acabou.

em Lucrécia - Rafael Dionísio
posted by marcela at 7/04/2006 09:25:00 PM | 0 comments
Sunday, July 02, 2006



After dozens of reports of extraordinary goings-on in unit K on De Longpre Avenue by its numerous occupants over the last twelve years, it has been determined that the ghost of Charles Bukowski is haunting the East Hollywood apartment he made his home from 1970 to 1978.

According to paranormal experts and friends of the ribald, alcoholic writer who passed away in 1994, the conclusion that his phantom presence is occupying the residence is the only logical explanation for what tormented tenants have testified to be the behavior of a depraved, disembodied drunk.

"I realized the first night the place was haunted when I heard these clicking noises, like the sound an old typewriter makes, and my stereo turned on to a classic music station all by itself, but I decided to let it go because he seemed harmless enough," recalled former tenant Debra Cortez, "But the ghost turned out to be a pretty bad drunk. Every drop of booze I brought into that place disappeared within twenty-four hours, and if I tried to keep a bottle to myself he would start to wreck the place. So I'd give in, but then he'd just get intoxicated and start trying to take my clothes off. I can still smell the vodka and wine on his breath."

Other female occupants of the residence have made similar accounts of their experiences in Unit K.

"Every day when I'd come home from work there'd be an ashtray full of cigarettes and a bottle by the couch," recounted a woman who lived in the apartment in 1998, "And I think he liked to sniff my panties too, because I'd find ashes in my underwear drawer."

The woman continued: "Then, one day after the two or three hundredth time seeing the words 'Let's Fuck' appear in shower steam on my bathroom mirror, I said, 'fine, let's see what you've got', but he couldn't perform, from all the alcohol I imagine, and I figured at that point that I should probably leave."

According to the men who've lived in the apartment since 1994, Bukowski's ghost hasn't been any more hospitable to his male cohabitants.

Remarked Gabriel Martinez, the current tenant of unit K, "The guy's a little crazy, but I don't mind. He drinks all my beer and sometimes sucker punches me out of nowhere for nothing, but I can take him. Usually I don't even have to hit the dude for him to go down. Also, he keeps the rent low and is real good at picking horses on the racing form."


em http://newsmutiny.com/pages/Local/Bukowski.htm



posted by marcela at 7/02/2006 07:35:00 PM | 0 comments