31/12/2005 03:56 Sempre amei essa pintura, sempre me senti ligado ao Van Gogh (e nem sou tão fã de quadros quanto queria); noites estreladas, cafés, bares, catedrais, um estranho tom boêmio cheirando a liberdade, luzes brincalhonas e umidade no ar, na tela, na imaginação um tanto doentia. Amo Van Gogh e comecei a detestar essa coisa de ano-novo (esse talvez seja um mal dos pessimistas). Assistindo a madrugada e tentando brincar de criar resoluções, metas, objetivos, percebi que o estoque de sonhos anda baixo, preservando-se talvez. Desejei então sonhar com uma rua escura dessas pinturas molhadas que eu tanto gosto, tocar a tristeza do pintor que eu suponho entender tão bem em minha ignorância juvenil - desejei sonhar com um grande espelho no qual eu possa me ver como eu sou, buscar o que eu realmente quero e necessito, curar as feridas e assim continuar, continuar... Enquanto isso, penso no Charlie Kaufman, no Richard Curtis e Almodóvar (escritores de vidas humanas), em escrever no papel gasto o que foge, grita, ama, assassina, chora, clama e questiona; a vida segue, a gente escreve... ^^ BOTH SIDE NOW [[Joni Mitchell]] Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air and feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way. But now they only block the sun, they rain and snow oneveryone. So many things I would have done but clouds got in my way. I've looked at clouds from both sides now, from up and down, and still somehow it's cloud illusions I recall. I really don't know clouds at all. Moons and Junes and ferris wheels, the dizzy dancing way You feel as every fairy tale comes real; I've looked at love that way. But now it's just another show. You leave 'em laughing when you go and if you care, don't let them know, don't give yourself away. I've looked at love from both sides now, from give and take, and still somehow it's love's illusions I recall. I really don't know love at all. Tears and fears and feeling proud, to say "I love you" right outloud, dreams and schemes and circus crowds, I've looked at life that way. But now old friends are acting strange, they shake their heads, they say I've changed. Something's lost but something's gained in living every day. I've looked at life from both sides now, from win and lose, and still somehow it's life's illusions I recall. I really don't know life at all... enviada por dRiGo Feed: Seja avisado quando este blog for atualizado :: (O que é isso?)