Tree of Life (ou celebrando o começo da definição)

Klimt, mais uma vez

Fly Me Away...

Drifting out of time
Something on your mind
And I wanna be the
One that you call
When you get down
No matter where you
Are in the world I'll
Be around
Fly me away on an Aeroplane
High in the sky
Wanna see you again
Wanna know this time,
Gonna tell you
what I'm feeling
Gonna know this time,
Gonna get it back
That feeling
Miles and miles of sun
Endless roadstwist on
Don't wanna live a life
In a world that's all
The same
The crazy little things
That you do
Are magical
This crazy life
This crazy world
We're living in is
Magical

(Goldfrapp, Fly Me Away)

b.i.

O outro, o R2-D2, é mais despachado, mas ninguém o compreende...

Stories From The City, Stories From The Sea

(à tua viagem)

Well if you ever plan to motor west
Travel my way
Take the highway that's the best
Get your kicks on Route 66

Well it winds from Chicago
To LA
More than two thousand miles
All the way
Get your kicks on Route 66

Well it goes to St. Louis
Down to Missouri
Oklahoma City looks oh so pretty
You'll see Amarillo
Gallup, New Mexico
Flagstaff, Arizona
Don't forget Winona
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernardino

If you get hip to this kind of trip
And go take that California trip
Get your kicks on Route 66

Well it goes to St. Louis
Down to Missouri
Oklahoma City looks oh so pretty
You'll see Amarillo
Gallup, New Mexico
Flagstaff, Arizona
Don't forget Winona
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernardino

If you get hip to this kind of trip
And go take that California trip
Get your kicks on Route 66

(Route 66, Depeche Mode)

a fazer

vestir a t-shirt das mudanças; fazer listas disto e daquilo; desarrumar tudo, deitar metade fora e empacotar o que resta; procurar os casacos ainda escondidos do frio e guardá-los; arrumar os livros e escolher os cd's; recolher os posters, as fotografias, as cartas e os postais. pegar nas lembranças. chamar a gata.
em quantas malas cabe a vida?

marcamos às 18h?

- boa tarde, é uma casa, por favor
- aqui tem

two ladies at the automat

Diane Arbus, 1966

falando em clássico...

censored (III)

Gilda, are you decent?

Me?
(She gives a long, sensual look at Johnny, and pulls up one side of her strapless dress)
Sure, I'm decent.