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[18 Oct 2009|12:18am] This chapel is now closed. We loved having you here. a walk in the park

[17 Oct 2009|12:05am] a walk in the park

last chapters [02 Oct 2009|12:16am] Weary inside, now our heart's lost forever a walk in the park

[27 Sep 2009|02:27am]   @Zoe Strauss a walk in the park

[21 Apr 2009|09:07pm] a diferença entre nós é que tu pensas que as pessoas e as coisas estão lá para sempre, seguras; eu estou sempre à espera do momento em que as pessoas se vão embora, em que as coisas deixam de ser. tu surpreendes-te quando isso acontece. eu desconfio se não acontece. ao menos não foste uma surpresa. e eu continuo a estar aqui. 1 walk| a walk in the park

[21 Apr 2009|09:04pm] ainda tens dez meses para me dizer que sonhaste comigo durante vinte e nove anos. 1 walk| a walk in the park

michals/billy [20 Apr 2009|11:57pm]   Eloquent, I soon retire To nothing else I may aspire After I've made love to you In the dark I see you glisten To your breath I lay and listen After I've made love to you In your arms I'm softly resting Memories of you undressing And your lips my final blessing I never knew The embrace that I'd been lacking Has been found with kisses smacking And two bodies there attacking I and you Baby why don't we feel guilty Why's it seem we're doing right When we're doing something filthy In a rented room tonight I think it's cuz we love the now We love forever love, and how And my life's your love, anyway And your life's my love, everyday You are mine o now forever Think of you always wherever After I've made love to you After I've made love to you a walk in the park

[18 Apr 2009|07:45pm] conselho radiofónico vespertino: just leave love alone. a walk in the park

April [17 Apr 2009|10:41pm] It hurts. I wish that would somehow mean you were getting closer to me. You're my lilac. a walk in the park

for us, sister [04 Apr 2009|12:37am] A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten on the influx of better thoughts. We should be blessed if we lived in the present always, and took advantage of every accident that befell us, like the grass which confesses the influence of the slightest dew that falls on it; and did not spend our time in atoning for the neglect of past opportunities, which we call doing our duty. We loiter in winter while it is already spring. In a pleasant spring morning all men's sins are forgiven. Such a day is a truce to vice. While such a sun holds out to burn, the vilest sinner may return. (...) Why should we be in such desperate haste to succeed, and in such desperate enterprises? If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. It is not important that he should mature as soon as an apple-tree or an oak. Shall he turn his spring into summer? If the conditions of things which we were made for is not yet, what were any reality which we can substitute? (...) The sun is but a morning star. Henry David Thoreau a walk in the park

harvey/eliot II [02 Apr 2009|10:03pm] April How could I not have seen April You coming April How could I have worn In-appropriate clothing April All that careful stepping Rounding of my soul And now your rain April I feel you leaving I don't know what silence means It could mean anything April Won't you answer me These days just seem to crush me Hatching, collapsing, tumbling down April What if I drown I drown April I see you leaving I don't know what silence means It could mean anything Won't you answer me I dreamed I dreamed April, April That I'm walking That I'm watching April Your rain It overcomes me * * * April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. a walk in the park

harvey/eliot I [02 Apr 2009|09:53pm] When under ether The mind comes alive But conscious of nothing But the will to survive [...] Something's inside me Unborn and unblessed Disappears in the ether This world to the next Disappears in the ether One world to the next * * * I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you Which shall be the darkness of God. As, in a theatre, The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on darkness, And we know that the hills and the trees, the distant panorama And the bold imposing facade are all being rolled away— Or as, when an underground train, in the tube, stops too long between stations And the conversation rises and slowly fades into silence And you see behind every face the mental emptiness deepen Leaving only the growing terror of nothing to think about; Or when, under ether, the mind is conscious but conscious of nothing— a walk in the park

[02 Apr 2009|02:37am] Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt, Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without Much the same smile? podia estar a escrever sobre como Emerson me faz lembrar Kerouac, e como esta remark me pode fazer parecer inteligente aos olhos da professora de literatura norte-americana; podia estar a dormir, daqui a pouco acordo para uma aula de cultura clássica, onde o professor consegue despachar a Ilíada em seis horas de aulas; podia estar a ler a paródia ao gótico da Jane Austen; exercícios de transcrição fonética de linguística; comentários a um texto para a aula de inglês. mas de todas as vezes me vem esta vontade de dizer que, mesmo mais de um ano depois, continuo a descobrir as razões pelas quais me deixaste. continuo a procurá-las, e obtenho as respostas dentro do horário escolar, dentro de uma sala de aulas, frente a alguém estranho, lado a lado com miúdos e miúdas de dezoito anos acabadinhos de fazer. é justo, encontrá-las se as procuro. mas e depois? já não te posso dizer nada, invocar a primeira música de bonnie prince billy que me dedicaste, confrontar-te com os poemas de Browning, perguntar-te se sim. no meio de tudo isto é muito mais fácil não ver qualquer sentido. é cada vez mais difícil pensar que somos capazes de tudo, que as possibilidades estão perto de infinitas, que sabemos ou podemos ainda fazer qualquer coisa. como escrever. mas depois chegamos à conclusão que não, que afinal não podemos, que não sabemos, que duvidamos até se ler é já alguma coisa que façamos ou que alguma vez tenhamos feito bem. e esta mudança para a primeira pessoa do plural, sejamos inclusivos, afinal todos nós já nos sentimos assim, uma vez por outra, umas mais tempo do que seria desejável, quem sabe agora esteja alguém a identificar-se com este mesmo discurso. ou não. a linha entre o ridículo e o sublime é a mais ténue de todas, e eu sinto-me qual funâmbulo sempre a vacilar entre um lado e outro. a walk in the park

evans/billy [02 Apr 2009|12:23am] why don't you write me anymore? what did you bind my heart's arms for? a walk in the park

I am a believer [23 Mar 2009|09:44pm] Walker Evans Well, surprise, surprise, surprise Yea, surprise, surprise, surprise Well, surprise, surprise C'mon open your eyes and let your love shine down Well, surprise, surprise, surprise Yea, surprise, surprise, surprise Well, surprise, surprise C'mon open your eyes and let your love shine down Today is your birthday we traveled so far we two So let's blow out the candles on your cake and we'll raise a glass or two And when the sun comes out tomorrow It'll be the start of a brand new day And all that you have wished for I know will come your way Well, surprise, surprise, surprise Yea, surprise, surprise, surprise Well, surprise, surprise C'mon open your eyes and let your love shine down In the hollow of the evening, as you lay your head to rest May the evening stars scatter a shining crown upon your breast In the darkness of the morning as the sky struggles to light May the rising sun caress and bless your soul for all your life Well, surprise, surprise, surprise Yea, surprise, surprise, surprise Well, surprise, surprise C'mon open your eyes and let your love shine down Well, surprise, surprise, surprise Yea, surprise, surprise, surprise Well, surprise, surprise C'mon open your eyes and let your love shine down Surprise, surprise C'mon open your eyes and let your love shine down Bruce Springsteen 1 walk| a walk in the park

[19 Mar 2009|02:29am] dream brother my killer my lover placebo, battle for the sun, 2009 Ah do you meet the one I love and smell the one who loves you Dream brother, dream brother, dream, dream dream asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over jeff buckley, dream brother, 1994 And what can I tell you my brother, my killer What can I possibly say? I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you Im glad you stood in my way. leonard cohen, famous blue raincoat, 1971 1 walk| a walk in the park

[19 Mar 2009|01:55am] is love something you'd give up for someone you love? a walk in the park

[13 Mar 2009|02:03am] Kitaj How Could I Have Doubted I stopped looking for you I stopped waiting for you I stopped dying for you and I started dying for myself I aged rapidly I became fat in the face and soft in the gut and I forgot that I'd ever loved you I was old I had no focus, no mission I wondered around eating and buying bigger and bigger clothes and I forgot why I hated every long moment that was mine to fill Why did you come back to me tonight I can't even get off this chair Tears run down my cheeks I am in love again I can live like this L. Cohen a walk in the park

[13 Mar 2009|01:51am] Kitaj [...] All the tassels of my belt Go flying in the sky When you bend down to laugh at me From your place on high I want to be the fool The one you send away After you have used him up Every second day [...] L. Cohen a walk in the park

Black Hearted Love [02 Mar 2009|10:02pm] I think I saw you in the shadows I moving closer beneath your windows Who will suspect me of this rapture And who but my black hearted love When you call out my name in rapture I volunteer my soul for murder I wish this moment here forever And you are my black hearted love In the rain in the evening I will come again I'd like to take you to a place i know My black hearted In the rain In the evening In the garden I will come Again a walk in the park

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