A Mulher por... René Magritte

Philosofy in the Boudouir (1947)

Magritte, René (Bélgica)

Eu sou do tempo em que a mulher

nem mostrava o tornozelo;
que apelo!

Depois, já rapazinho
vi as primeiras pernas de mulher
por sob a curta saia;
que gandaia!

A moda avança,
a saia sobe mais,
mostrando já joelhos
lupercais!

As fazendas com os anos,
se fazem mais leves,
e surgem figurinhas, pelas ruas,
mostrando as lindas formas quase nuas.

E a mania do sport
trouxe o short.

O short amigo,
que trouxe consigo,
o maiô de duas peças.

E logo, de audácia em audácia,
a natureza, ganhando terreno,
sugeriu o biquini,
o maiô, de pequeno, ficando mais pequeno
não se sabendo mais,
até onde um corpo branco,
pode ficar moreno.

Deus, a graça é imerecida,
Mas dai-me ainda
Uns aninhos de vida!

Poeminha de Louvor ao Strip-tease Secular, Millôr Fernandes

Pinga!... amor

- És um pinga-amor.

- Só até o encontrar! Depois a minha torneira passa a pingar sempre na mesma poça...

Blue Monday... on a Saturday

How does it feel

To treat me like you do

When youve laid your hands upon me

And told me who you are

I thought I was mistaken

I thought I heard your words

Tell me how do I feel

Tell me now how do I feel

Those who came before me

Lived through their vocations

From the past until completion

They will turn away no more

And I still find it so hard

To say what I need to say

But Im quite sure that youll tell me

Just how I should feel today

I see a ship in the harbor

I can and shall obey

But if it wasnt for your misfortunes

Id be a heavenly person today

And I thought I was mistaken

And I thought I heard you speak

Tell me how do I feel

Tell me now how should I feel

Now I stand here waiting

I thought I told you to leave me

While I walked down to the beach

Tell me how does it feel

When your heart grows cold

Blue Monday, New Order

( Gosto mesmo! Ás segundas, depois de chegar do trabalho, vou para o meu quarto, dispo-me até ficar só de boxers e peugos, coloco isto em repeat e fico aos pulos, com o meu cão a ladrar para mim, até a sopa de espinafres estar na mesa... TRUTH IS SEXY, BUT SEXY ISN´T TRUE... )

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=niCfmQajoh0

Don´t marry! Be happy!

uuuuhhhh...

That was the sound of spookiness in my head

In a cold Winter night

The same sound blowing from hunder my bed

And there we was... under the yellow fathing light

Grabbing the same old black box...

He was kowned as the Hollowman!

(she comes in) - Oh darling you´re not writting those stupid sordid stories again are you?

- Euh... off course not my dear... what made you think I was?!

- Well, for a start, when you do write´em you have that absolutely annoing habit of making that ridiculous deep voice while you write, you know...

- That is propostruous! I do no such thing you silly woman!

- There you go...

- I beg your pardon?!!

- Well you also start talking in that Edgar-Allan-Poeish-stuckup-eighteenth-century-posh-stile... and in your underdraws Edward... I should say that is ratter childish off you "my lord"...

- Oh for fucksake, just leave me the fuck alone you castrating cold hearted bitch! What do you want this time?!

- Well, mamma wants to go to the bathroom and you know very well she´s too old to go on her own, and too heavy for me to carry her...

- Oh for the love of the beautifull-motherfucking-cocksucking-nailed-to-a-woodencross-baby Jesus, let the old drag shit herself! It´s not like she has to be clean and perfect for when her prom date comes to pick her up!!

- Well, it´s not just that! There´s the garbage to... and you still have to walk the dog if you don´t want him to shit all over the place... Oh, and don´t forget that tomorrow you promised Mrs. Candlestick to help her with that plumming problem that she has in her kitchen... so stop sulking and start acting like a man for once!

(long sob...) ... ok dear... it´ll just be a second...

(talking to himself) - Hey Hollowman, don´t you have a place for me inside that black box of yours?

A Mulher por... Norman Rockwell

Rosie the Riveter (1943)

Rockwell, Norman (Estados Unidos)

" A mulher que se acha inteligente reclama igualdade de direitos com os homens. Mas a mulher que é realmente inteligente não o faz "

Sidonie Colette

" Jesus, what a cluster-fuck! "

Gostei!

É domingo, portanto...

Enquanto não superarmos

a ânsia do amor sem limites,

não podemos crescer

emocionalmente.

Enquanto não atravessarmos

a dor de nossa própria solidão,

continuaremos

a nos buscar em outras metades.

Para viver a dois, antes, é

necessário ser um.

Fernando Pessoa