Thursday, July 5, 2012

“Life is too serious to do farce comedy.”


"The first thing I did in the studio was to want to tear that camera to pieces. I had to know how that film got into the cutting room, what you did to it in there, how you projected it, how you finally got the picture together, how you made things match. The technical part of pictures is what interested me. Material was the last thing in the world I thought about. You only had to turn me loose on the set and I'd have material in two minutes, because I'd been doing it all my life.”

- Buster Keaton

Japan i love you!

Friday, June 29, 2012

Quinze Anos


Eu amo a vasta sombra das montanhas, 
Que estendem sobre os largos continentes 
Os seus braços de rocha negra, ingentes, 
Bem como braços colossais aranhas. 

D'ali o nosso olhar vê tão estranhas 
Coisas, por esse céu! e tão ardentes 
Visões, lá n'esse mar de ondas trementes! 
E às estrelas, d'ali, vê-as tamanhas!


Amo a grandeza misteriosa e vasta... 
A grande ideia, como a flor e o viço 
Da árvore colossal que nos domina... 

Mas tu, criança, sê tu boa... e basta: 
Sabe amar e sorrir... é pouco isso? 
Mas a ti só te quero pequenina! 

- Antero de Quental

Friday, May 4, 2012

Be consistent with what you say and what you do


People should be more loyal to themselves. To what they actually believe. To their ideals. Half of the people  lecture others with their false beliefs and their judgements, just to make themselves look smart or be at a high intellectual level, but deep inside it's all lies and it's all fake. Their lives are a hoax, and it makes me wander if they actually can sleep at night. Looking down to others. Saying miserable things, when they actually have no moral to judge whatever it is. People should just try to be a little more happy, instead of stealing the essence of others, when they cant find their own. Be consistent with what you say and what you do. We're suppose to move forward... not backwards.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Time was my playground


When i was a kid, on my way to school, i always pictured myself walking through a deep forest. The buildings weren't actually buildings... They were high oak trees, where the wind whistled through their complex branches, almost like calling my name in a very unique sound. 
It took me like 15 to 20 minutes to get into school, but for me, the time would actually stop. I wasn't there. A body perhaps, knowing it's way like in an automatic control... but the "ME" wasn't there. It was in that forest. 


I liked to play alone. It wouldn't bother me. I wasn't a lonely child, i just appreciated the solitude of the day. Actually i was always in company of imaginary friends. Yes... i had a bunch of those. They would grab my hand and lead me to that deep forest. I wasn't afraid. I was at home. We would talk and talk, and it seamed to me we talked for hours. In reality it only took that 15/20 minutes... but time for me didn't had the same dimension that it has now in my day-life... time wasn't real. I wasn't slave of it. I would play with Time like it was a playground. 

- Me


Tolstoy to his fiancée


November 2, 1856

"I already love in you your beauty, but I am only beginning to love in you that which is eternal and ever precious - your heart, your soul. Beauty one could get to know and fall in love with in one hour and cease to love it as speedily; but the soul one must learn to know. Believe me, nothing on earth is given without labour, even love, the most beautiful and natural of feelings."

- Count Leo Tolstoy, Russian writer, to Valeria Arsenev, his fiancée.