von Rammstein
Ich will...
Ich will...
Ich will...
Ich will eure Phantasie...
Ich will eure Energie...
sábado, 21 de junho de 2008
domingo, 15 de junho de 2008
Fora daqui, intelectualóide...
Nunca neguei que minha capacidade de fazer literatura é diretamente proporcional à minha fluência em Esperanto. Portanto, é lamentável que você esteja pensando isso. Um pouco mais de paciência e compreensão não lhe faria mal, não! O que você esperava?! Se fosse o Nobel de Literatura, eu agora estaria bebendo champagne com outros intelectuais e autoridades, sendo condecorado pelo Presidente da República. E se você fosse tão bom assim, talvez estivesse discutindo a construção ético-psicossocial de Oliver Twist segundo a percepção do narrador dickensiano. Mas você preferiu os meus textos...
Então, por favor, me deixe ser feliz do jeito que sou... Viva a literatura medíocre e sem pretensões!
Então, por favor, me deixe ser feliz do jeito que sou... Viva a literatura medíocre e sem pretensões!
Standing outside...
What do we exist for?
For love? For money? For sex? For self-understanding? For enlightment? For fame?
Well, we exist, full stop! It's self-explanatory... Otherwise, existing wouldn't be such an intransitive experience, it would be followed by objects and complements adding a meaning to it... it is not so!
We exist regardless of what is out there to be pursued, wanted, feared, imposed upon us. You exist and I exist, unattached, unrelated... Lonely as it is, existing will never have you breathing like I do nor feeling what I feel.
Standing outside is what it's meant to be (ex = outside; sistere = to stand). Outside the boundaries of conventional rules, outside the boundaries of everyone else's dreams, out of the ordinary. Existence set us apart so we could come together creatively.
For love? For money? For sex? For self-understanding? For enlightment? For fame?
Well, we exist, full stop! It's self-explanatory... Otherwise, existing wouldn't be such an intransitive experience, it would be followed by objects and complements adding a meaning to it... it is not so!
We exist regardless of what is out there to be pursued, wanted, feared, imposed upon us. You exist and I exist, unattached, unrelated... Lonely as it is, existing will never have you breathing like I do nor feeling what I feel.
Standing outside is what it's meant to be (ex = outside; sistere = to stand). Outside the boundaries of conventional rules, outside the boundaries of everyone else's dreams, out of the ordinary. Existence set us apart so we could come together creatively.
Are you stupid enough to care?
It is definitely a waste of time crying over what goes unsaid... There's absolutely no point in crying over what has been said... Don't be silly! How come you take this life that seriously? Can't you see that being alive is a practical joke that someone up there is playing on you? I mean... Do you really think that you're given 80 years or so to imprint your footsteps in the world and then make it to eternity as a person of great deeds? Nonsense! It's indeed the other way round... It's the world that will keep imprinting its jokes on your face for 80 years... And then it'll kill you...
Life goes on and on and on whether it's you or me or them. So why do you insist on taking over your life?
Go get wild and don't forget to switch off the damn phone...
Life goes on and on and on whether it's you or me or them. So why do you insist on taking over your life?
Go get wild and don't forget to switch off the damn phone...
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