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Coração vagabundo

Photo: Llove exhibition via Yatzer.

Alice asked the Chesire Cat, who was sitting in a tree, “What road do I take?”
The cat asked, “Where do you want to go?”
“I don’t know”, Alice answered.
“Then,” said the cat, “it really doesn’t matter, does it?”

Lewis Carrol, Alice in Wonderland.

My connection was in danger—that was all. Sometimes our connection is frayed, it is in danger, it seems almost lost. Views and streets deny knowledge of us, the air grows thin. Wouldn’t we rather have a destiny to submit to, then, something that claims us, anything, instead of such flimsy choices, arbitrary days?

- Alice Munro, The Albanian Virgin.

One of those days when I feel sabotaged from within. The world turning into a pale substance made of hubris and daydreams and obsessions. I’m trying to remain constructive by making a list of  practical things that help me breathe through these sort of days. So far the activities that have worked for me are: Running for miles until the pain and exhaustion overcomes circular thoughts. Taking a nice, thorough shower of angst. Listening to music that puts me in a halcyon frame of mind. Sleeping it over.
Tonight will be the night I kill all of my idols. It’s time to stop making excuses and move on.

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Category: Acoustic, Bedroom playlist, Electronica, Experimental

5 Responses

  1. devi says:

    it will pass, there’s a beauty in all our pains.

  2. jungle says:

    You are just growing up. When we was younger all the doors were wide opened to us; while moving on some of those doors close slowly.
    You have a heart so big… your hands cannot catch up all that thing.
    I have learnt that even a waiver of a dream – if it must happen – is a enjoyable, powerfull, experience of life.

    Another step forward and opens the horizon a little more to the eye, revealing the mind unimagined opportunities.

    Ciao!

  3. Christopher says:

    It’s been about 3 years since I’ve been here. The first I listened to straight through was Sogar. It reminded me of Motel De Moka in 2007.

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The song makes its imprint
in the air, making itself felt,
a felt world. Here, there,
the stunned silence

of knowing I will not remember
what I heard;

futures that will never happen,
a fluidity we cannot achieve
except as a child
creating possibility.

This is the untranslatable song
hidden in the earth.

-Untranslatable Song [1]