Aquele Trecho

Se o meu plano der certo E eu parar de fazer planos Mais tempo me sobrará Pra ser feliz sem data certa.

My page was too white My ink was too thin The day wouldn't write What the night penciled in em The Book of Longing

Don't you understand that we need to be childish in order to understand? Only a child sees things with perfect clarity, because it hasn't developed all those filters which prevent us from seeing things that we don't expect to see. em Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency

A diplomat is a person who can tell you to go to hell in such a way that you actually look forward to the trip.

This is just shit. It's happening. No blame. Happening and on the rise it would appear. What can we do to delay it? Probably zilch. To stop it? Likely less. But to survive it? Now that sounds more promising. There is evidence of bad shit having been survived before. Ancient Advice Left in cave by Wise French Caveman: "When Bigbad Shit come, no run scream hide. Try paint picture of it on wall. Drum to it. Sing to it. Dance to it. This give you handle on it." So Twister is my try. em uma carta a Allen Ginsberg (August 1993)