Relapse

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows I’m miserable now

Quem

Quem se apega a tudo

E quem não se apega a nada.

Quem se apega ao nada

E quem não se apega quando lhe mostram tudo.

Quem esquece facilmente o que sente

E quem se mantém prisioneiro da própria mente.

Quem quer manter-se aprisionado

E quem suplica para ser libertado.

Quem vive encurralado

E quem gosta de ser pressionado na parede.

Quem faz do sexo uma expressão de amor

E quem suga teu corpo até você se sentir agradecida o suficiente para se apaixonar.

Quem representa papéis no jogo

E quem joga com os papéis representados.

Quem tem coragem suficiente para te olhar no fundo dos olhos

E quem se debate no fundo dos olhos te olhando profundamente.

Quem permite a cicatrização

E quem espera o último dia para novamente tirar a casquinha.

Quem brinca com as palavras

E quem deixa as palavras brincarem com o coração.

Sawamu

Por se julgar da natureza o rei, dono e senhor das tempestades, ele jogava sem muita certeza contra Deuses e demônios.

Mas não sabia que seu mundo era pequeno, e que os insetos que vagam pelos campos têm poucas chances de alcançar o oceano.

Ainda da Série Auto-Retrato em Palvras Alheias

Misanthropy

A generalized dislike, distrust, disgust, contempt and hatred of the human species, human nature, or society. A misanthrope is someone who holds those views and feelings. The word's origin is from Greek words μῖσος (misos, "hatred") and ἄνθρωπος (anthrōpos, "man, human being"). It can be considered a form of speciesism or a discrimination based on species.

In Western philosophy, misanthropy is connected to isolation from human society. In Plato's Phaedo, Socrates defines the misanthrope in relation to his fellow man: "Misanthropy develops when without art one puts complete trust in somebody thinking the man absolutely true and sound and reliable and then a little later discovers him to be bad and unreliable. And when it happens to someone often, he ends up hating everyone".

Misanthropy, then, is presented as the result of thwarted expectations or even excess optimism, since Socrates argues that "art" would have allowed the potential misanthrope to recognize that the majority of men are to be found in between good and evil. Aristotle follows a more ontological route: the misanthrope, as an essentially solitary man, is not a man at all: he must be a beast or a god, a view reflected in the Renaissance of misanthropy as a "beast-like state".

By Drida

Os esforços se atraem.
Os opostos se distraem.

Déjà vu

A hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore. Seems I'm not alone in being alone.

Why?

I don't know why you had to leave me, and I don't know why you said goodbye.

I don't know why you said that you would release me. And no matter how I try, I still feel you.

Even if I try I can't feel the earth beneath me, and as days go by I notice I'm alive. I lie, stare at the sky, and I wonder why...

I watch a falling leaf, drifting down towards me. Carried by the wind, it disappears. I sit in disbelief at what had become of me, and as the day grows dark I rise to go. As I walk along, I thought I heard you call me. Alas I was alone, so I went home

Now I lie, no longer cry, but still wonder why you were taken from me. I cannot forget
or say goodbye.