Phantoms coming through...

and staying, invited or not, ever staying shadows, smells, narrow corridors of cold mist. Always found the expression "got some thinking to do" interesting. Someone deciding to do what has never been interrupted. Language brings a whole new strenght to it. Spoken forms of thought, feeling.
So they come around again and again. No, not trying to find some twisted logic here. There is no twisted logic in the universe. Our research is everlasting. Even reaching the aimed painful perfection, the being still hurts, this time for others, who remain striving, crawling, crying. What would you feel if you gave someone sweet paradise and then it would become mistreated and destroyed?
A teacher of gone times didn't like Lobo Antunes, claiming the lack of punctuation. I suppose she may feel the same about Saramago.
Punctuation, an interesting subject on the verge of an unexpected match.

We'll all sit in front of the TV screen as if everything was all right.

Ao Jorge

menino que trazes em ti
caminhada de milénios
inspiras o ar que te rodeia
de forma a não perder uma só molécula
juntas sílabas
e afagas cabelos sedosos
de adjectivos
e beijas nomes
com calor sempre inaudito

all day long oracle

Paul Auster's Oracle Night strikes you with a net of stories within stories. Where do the ties touch, mingle so profoundly...
All writers' universe, to the tiniest details. A rescued character from one of the within stories can't live his destiny as a future watcher, seeing yet to come deceiving from a loved one. Future sometimes kills you, just the sight of it, the anticipation of its odour and touch, of how we could manage a situation that we have to believe we control.

Always hated the traditionally viewed such as male/female speech. Horrendous thing.
Taking a second look, though, I found myself prejudiced when it comes to women, usually disliking their company, boring myself to death in dinner parties where men gently put me in my gender place, making conversation (errrr...) with my alike species. Well, we reached the point now...One could say, you certainly know women who don't fit in those stereotypes. Sure I do. Few. So I am basically a female machista chauvinist, a pig (being the latter an appropriate definition). So we're there again. Concern about weight, as well as a google search in the meantime, being the key words "eye makeup"...
I sure have to recognize biological differences, in terms of instinct, but as far as I'm concerned, these differences aren't linked in a definite way to the gender, but to the person as an individual.
What leads a little boy in the inside to play such a sad part, to impose himself, to try to make him look a big shot in front of his friends... lying, lying to himself, to people he...seems to care about. He was asked about who was the one he loved. Well, none, for that matter, especially and most certainly, not himself.

Ciganeando e outras leituras de mãos rugosas

Me and Mr Jones we got a thing going on. E assim se adulteram letras e também muitas leituras, de quem busca tantas respostas. Ora não é suposto todas as respostas essenciais estarem já dentro de nós?
Aparentemente há muito mais analfabetos do que se cria.