Inspired in an old Chinese proverb: “When the winds of change blow, some people build walls and others build windmills.”
Disconnected #photo #lomo
Cães
O mundo nos torna Cães assanhados Sempre a ganir Virados uns contra os outros Sem nunca sorrir O medo se instala Distorce te os instintos Passas os dias Sem nunca dormir Não apanhas o fio a meada Perdido te sentes Estás caído, inanimado, Com os braços dormentes Queres uma escapatória Um final feliz Mas a bruma se adensa E não sabes o que ela diz Com um cigarro na mão E um copo de vinho Chega a conclusão: Estás sempre sozinho.
Augusto Esquivel creates incredible three-dimensional sculptures out of thousands of sewing buttons
Insomnia.
Futile and sensitive, I’m capable of violent and consuming impulses – both good and bad, noble and vile – but never of a sentiment that endures, never of an emotion that continues, entering into the substance of my soul. Everything in me tends to go on to become something else. My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while.
The Book of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa (via fernandopessoa-is-not-for-you)
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