"(...) E quando nos beijávamos e eu perdia respiração e, entre suspiros, perguntava: em que dia nasceste? E me respondias, voz trémula: estou nascendo agora." Mia Couto

algures entre um arrepio, os corpos que se tocam

“Pep, The Cat-Murdering Dog” was a black Labrador Retriever admitted to Eastern State Penitentiary on August 12, 1924. Prison folklore tells us that Pennsylvania Governor Gifford Pinchot used his executive powers to sentence Pep to life without parole for killing his wife’s cherished cat. Prison records support this story: Pep’s inmate number (C-2559) is skipped in prison intake logs and inmate records. He served the rest of his days in the penitentiary. His ghost is said to now haunt Eastern State. Reports say that in the night you can hear his dog tags jingling up and down the halls, and sometimes him scratching accompanied by a mournful howl.

A felicidade em pessoas inteligentes, é das coisas mais raras que conheço. Ernest Hemingway

"I'd rather be a comma than a full stop" (Coldplay - Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall)

O rádio sempre a tocar, um coração avariado que não posso desligar. (Rui Lage, A Naifa)

Love, if you love me, lie next to me. Be for me, like rain, the getting out of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi- lust of intentional indifference. Be wet with a decent happiness. ( Robert Creeley, The Rain)