1. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
T.S. Elliot
LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit. (...)

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.

So how should I presume?
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.”
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

JURA SECRETA
(Sueli Costa e Abel Silva)

Só uma coisa me entristece
O beijo de amor que não roubei
A jura secreta que não fiz
A briga de amor que não causei
Nada do que posso me alucina
Tanto quanto o que não fiz
Nada que eu quero me suprime
De que por não saber
Ainda não quis
Só uma palavra me devora
Aquela que meu coração não diz
Sol que me cega
O que me faz infeliz
É o brilho do olhar
Que não sofri.

Eu pensei que não precisasse de mais ninguém. Eu pensei que não estava sozinha, mas no fundo, estamos todos sozinhos.
Hoje o dia amanheceu e eu me peguei chorando.
Nem gosto dessa banda, mas a letra descreve exatamente como me sinto:
"I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
I don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure, of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
An' every second I waste is more than I can take...

I've become so numb
I can't feel you there
I've become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
And I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me
With someone disappointed in you..." This is Numb lyrics from Linkin Park

"My death waits like a beggar blind
Who sees the world through an unlit mind
Throw him a dime for the passing time
My death waits there between your thighs
Your cool fingers will close my eyes
Let's not think of that and the passing time
My death waits to allow my friends
A few good times before it ends
So let's drink to that and the passing time..." Words and music by Jacques Brel. David Bowie gravou essa música.

This is not a diary, this is a journey through my thoughts...
Sim, eu fui para Natal. Passei mais ou menos uns 42 dias lá, usufruindo da vida de filha, mamãe se ocupando do papel de mãe e avó. Matei as saudades da família, das praias e restaurantes de Natal e me apaixonei pela minha sobrinha de 1 ano. Também passei uns dias em Porto de Galinhas e Recife, na mordomia dos hotéis e no tédio dos programas. Enfim, volteie não tenho nenhum projeto em mente. Deveria abrir uma caderneta de poupança ou começar a juntar o dinheiro da aposentadoria? Eeek!