song: My Only Hope by Mandy Moore
sexta-feira, 27 de janeiro de 2012
domingo, 22 de janeiro de 2012
sábado, 21 de janeiro de 2012
quinta-feira, 19 de janeiro de 2012
segunda-feira, 16 de janeiro de 2012
sábado, 14 de janeiro de 2012
Stranger: hey how are you?
You: hey honey i'm home :D
Stranger: Where do we live again, I have sudden onset altzhiemers
You: down the rabbit hole sweety, how could you forget?
Stranger: well you know hard day at work and all.
Stranger: Have you seen the little rabbit recently?
You: oh yes darling i perfectly understand
i havent seen it the hole day, and you?
Stranger: nope. oh well, I let him borrrow a watch of mine, ./.. well you know what, it's not important.
Stranger: How was your day sweetheart?
You: oh it was fabulous i found a dodo at the beach and we danced around the fire the entire afternoon
You: and yours?
Stranger: ah you know, painting the roses in the garden again, damn queen can't keep her mind made.
Stranger: But I can't complain.
You: well honey at least you still have your head
Stranger: too true, too true.
You: did you found the mad hatter? he wanted to invite you to his unbirthday tee
Stranger: well I tried to talk to the dormouse about the location, but he decided he'd rather take a nap.
Stranger: And lord knows I can't fathom the idea of talking to that damn cat.
Stranger: always with the riddles. I just wanna know which road to take.
You: the queen will problably tell you faster than him darling
You: and jesus that mouse is so lazy
Stranger: too true,
Stranger: I did find some nice cookies for you dear. Tey have a delightful little tab on them saying "eat me" try a few?
You: owwww so sweet of you
yes they look delicious honey, how thoughtfull
You: honey?? i kind of think i'm growing bigger....
Stranger: my God dear, quick before you grow. . . . Oh my, much too late now!
Stranger: how ever will we fix the door,the poor chimney...
Stranger: oh and you of course dear. How will we get you out of this mess?
Stranger: here, try this drink, if one makes you taller, surely the other will make you smaller?
You: good heavens im feeling much better now
You: but our poor little home..
You: honey you are full of chimney dust
Stranger: ahh, I'll be fine. so long as you are ok dear.
Stranger: How about this we'll go for a stroll through the garden to clear our minds for a bit.
You: you always have fantastic ideas dear, that sounds great
Stranger: the flowers here have the strangest effect of looking just like human faces
You: dear lord and listen how they sing, they could break the glasses of our house
Stranger: well If there was much glass left I'm sure we'd have to worry, but we should definitely be fine love.
Stranger: My so peculiar, is it just me or is that caterpillar smoking hookah?
You: well i believe you're right, i took care of that just moments ago
You: the caterpillar, smoking... again?
You: what are we going to do with her darling?
Stranger: The little one in the blue dress? Why not give her some of the cookie to see if we can make her a proper size again.
You: its problably a good advice honey, but be carefull
she might grow too much and too much fast
Stranger: :) but of course dear.
Stranger: Just this much should defintely be enough.
terça-feira, 10 de janeiro de 2012
segunda-feira, 9 de janeiro de 2012
domingo, 8 de janeiro de 2012
sábado, 7 de janeiro de 2012
POZZO: Eu gostaria muito de me sentar, mas não faço ideia de como proceder.
ESTRAGON: Posso ajudá-lo de alguma forma?
POZZO: Talvez se você me convidasse.
ESTRAGON: O quê?
POZZO: Talvez se você me convidasse a sentar.
ESTRAGON: Isso ajudaria?
POZZO: Acho que sim.
ESTRAGON: Então vamos lá. Sente-se, cavalheiro, eu lhe peço.
POZZO: Não, não, eu nem pensaria nisso. (Pausa. Em voz baixa.) Peça novamente.
ESTRAGON: Ah, vamos, por favor, sente-se, o senhor pode apanhar uma pneumonia.
POZZO: Você acha mesmo?
ESTRAGON: Mas sem dúvida alguma.
POZZO: O senhor tem razão. (Ele se senta.) Pronto! (Pausa.) Obrigado, meu caro companheiro. (Ele consulta seu relógio.) Mas eu realmente tenho que ir em frente, tendo em vista meus compromissos.
samuel beckett: À espera de Godot