continuamente me estranho
- fernando pessoa
ó grandes ruídos modernos
- álvaro de campos
eu, que tenho sofrido a angústia das pequenas coisas ridículas
álvaro de campos
J.M.W. Turner, Snow Storm, 1842
I lay down under language
it left me and I slept

Jean Valentine
Door in the mountain
let me in

- Jean Valentine
Wish you would come back so we could talk about truth.
Miss you.

Gabrielle Calvocoressi
After Kiki's Delivery Service, 1989

Kiki, c'est moi



Don’t ever say “purpose” again,
let’s throw the word out.

Naomi Shihab Nye
Burning the old year
Naomi Shihab Nye

Letters swallow themselves in seconds.   
Notes friends tied to the doorknob,   
transparent scarlet paper,
sizzle like moth wings,
marry the air.

So much of any year is flammable,   
lists of vegetables, partial poems.   
Orange swirling flame of days,   
so little is a stone.

Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,   
an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.   
I begin again with the smallest numbers.

Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,   
only the things I didn’t do   
crackle after the blazing dies.
Famous
Naomi Shihab Nye

The river is famous to the fish.

The loud voice is famous to silence,   
which knew it would inherit the earth   
before anybody said so.   

The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds   
watching him from the birdhouse.   

The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek.   

The idea you carry close to your bosom   
is famous to your bosom.   

The boot is famous to the earth,   
more famous than the dress shoe,   
which is famous only to floors.

The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it   
and not at all famous to the one who is pictured.   

I want to be famous to shuffling men   
who smile while crossing streets,   
sticky children in grocery lines,   
famous as the one who smiled back.

I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,   
or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular,   
but because it never forgot what it could do.
Aedos
A. Melo

Ai de quem sucumbe
a um diploma.

Todo doutor
aumenta o pudor.

Seja ele contra a minoria,
seja ele a favor.
HOLLY
Where are we?

MAX
In a memory—which exists inside a world of a thousand memories. I know it might look nice, but it's not. This place, this world... it's a prison.



sextou



after bugonia

ELIZABETH
I tell myself it was like a fever dream, you know? And maybe the fever finally broke. And it all sounds sane and sensible. But you know something? If he called me right now, right this very second, I'd drop everything in my life and drive three hours, drive thirty hours just to spend one more night with him. What's the matter with me, Larry?

LARRY
Why would you drive thirty hours to see someone who treated you like that?

ELIZABETH
Because I'm in love with him? 

LARRY
You are?

ELIZABETH
It's illogical. Obsessional. Pathetic.

Blue Moon, 2025
In the words of Maya Angelou, "People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."

- Carrington in All's Fair, S01E06
If love can be withdrawn
It never was

My love for you is not a gift
    To you
      It is a gift
        To me

- Leonard Nimoy
The pool
H.D.

Are you alive?
I touch you.
You quiver like a sea-fish.
I cover you with my net.
What are you—banded one?
Forsaken lovers, 
Burning to a chaste white moon,
Upon strange pyres of loneliness and drought.

- Edward Storer
In a station of the metro
Ezra Pound

The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet, black bough.
Se tu non arrivi non esisto
Non esisto, non esisto

My life has been livid with itself for too long.
- Victoria Chang
God, 
I don't know Your name —
You know mine.

Am I a vessel
just to carry a void inside?

- A. Melo
Quem te ensinou o que é certo e errado?
- Camilo em O Filho de Mil Homens, 2025
we start loving to satisfy our need of being-loved
- timofei gerber
when our stomachs are full we are afraid
of indigestion
when our stomachs are empty we are afraid
we may never eat again

- audre lorde
Freud famously wrote that the aim of all life is death. Thanatos, some call it. The death instinct. The drive towards self-destruction. It lives in all of us, he said. A need to court danger. Put ourselves directly in harm's way. Sometimes a whisper, sometimes a cry. An invisible current. A force beyond our control.

- Aggie in The Beast in Me, S01E04
A obra de arte faz parte do real e é destino, realização, salvação e vida.

Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen, 1969


As Syme had done earlier, Winston had taken up his spoon and was dabbling in the pale-colored gravy that dribbled across the table, drawing a long streak of it out into a pattern. He meditated resentfully on the physical texture of life.

- George Orwell (1984) cited in Orwell: 2 + 2 = 5, 2025
O sofrimento só é insuportável quando ninguém cuida.
- Cicely Saunders por Daniel Martins de Barros no Sem Censura

Essa é a coisa triste, João — quando você vai ficando velho, não é que você acumula rugas, é que você perde coisas, você perde o futuro no seu rosto.

- Gregorio Duvivier em Não Importa
Philosophy is not business; it's personal, more akin to therapy than to science. It's about finding out what is actually going on and what we are doing here.

He says, look, I'm not a perfect man. I have the imperfections of a good man. But that doesn't mean that I'm deserving of the existential catastrophe that has visited me. It isn't a mere cause and effect consequence. There's an arbitrariness about it.

The thing that's meaningful and the thing that we cry out for, as agnostics or atheists, is what Albert Camus referred to, as you know, the Absurd. We call out for meaning from a universe that's indifferent to us. As the philosopher Michael Hauskeller tells us, this version of the Absurd threatens us to rob us of our sanity. Here be lions and dragons. Here be cold and dark and empitness. And that's uncomfortable, right?

VALENTÍN
Why do you make yourself trivial?

LUIS
Because I am trivial.

my anxiety's just like that

love — too bright to look in the eye, too bright to ignore
- chris tse
I am a wind wound
- Chase Berggrun
to become in love with everything apropos of nothing
chase berggrun
We never refer to sadness
as something that looks 
like secrecy
but it does

- Chase Berggrun
a diorama of ruin
- chase berggrun
And here we are. Spent and done.
- The Creature to Victor in Frankenstein, 2025
Sauvignon Blanc a tu lado
Mi futuro será dorado
Ya no tengo miedo del pasado
En el fondo se hundió
En mi Sauvignon Blanc a tu lado
Mi futuro sé bien que será dorado

Quisiera yo renegar
De este mundo por entero
Volver de nuevo a habitar
Madre de mi corazón
Volver de nuevo a habitar
Por ver si en un mundo nuevo encontraba más verdad

recorda-me por favor
alguma coisa o que for
que eu não consigo lembrar

tiger tiger, burning bright
- william blake
sobre a constância dos clichês aqui
I didn't picture shrinking, you know? Everything was all about being seen, taking up space. I never pictured being like this.

- Doug in All's Fair, S01E02
You know what I didn't realize at the time? That back then, those moments, those were the happiest I was ever gonna be. That was my happiness. I missed it.

- Jonathan in Retake, 2016
what's the point of all
this space in-between?
my lips, your lips:
apocalypse

Relâmpago frio,
a estrada já se dobra — 
chove por dentro.

- A. Melo