The first of the gang to die

"A classe dos criminosos está tão perto de nós que até mesmo um policia é capaz de a ver. Mas está tão longe de nós que só um poeta é capaz de a compreender."

By Óscar Wilde

Aubrey Beardsley

Words to the night

Nowhere Fast
"I think about life and I think about death and neither one particularly appeals to me"

I Want The One I Can't Have
"On the day that your mentality decides to try to catch up with your biology, come round... 'Cause I want the one I can't have and it's driving me mad"
"He killed a policeman when he was thirteen and somehow that really impressed me and it's written all over my face"
"And if you ever need self-validation, just meet me in the alley by the Railway station.. It's all over my face"

Handsome Devil
"You ask me the time but I sense something more and I would like to give what I think you're asking for, you handsome devil"
"There's more to life than books, you know... But not much more"

These Things Take Time
"Oh, the alcoholic afternoons, when we sat in your room, they meant more to me than any, than any living thing on earth. They had more worth than any living thing on earth"

Reel Around the Fountain
"Fifteen minutes with you, well, I wouldn't say no.. Oh, people said that you were virtually dead, and they were so wrong"
"Oh, people said that you were easily led and they were half-right"
"Oh, people see no worth in you, oh, but I do."
"I dreamt about you last night and I fell out of bed twice.. You can pin and mount me like a butterfly but 'take me to the haven of your bed' was something that you never said"

You've Got Everything Now
"I've seen you smile but I've never really heard you laugh"

 Miserable Lie
"There's something against us, it's not time, it's not time, so, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye"
"I know I need hardly say how much I love your casual way"
"The dark nights are drawing in and your humour is as black as them. I look at yours, you laugh at mine and 'love' is just a miserable lie. You have destroyed my flower-like life: not once - twice. You have corrupt my innocent mind: not once - twice"
"Nobody ever looks at me twice"

Smiths lyrics

The Smiths - Hand in Glove

But I know my luck too well
Yes, I know my luck too well
And I'll probably never see you again
I'll probably never see you again
I'll probably never see you again
Oh ... 

A eterna procura

Never thought you'd make me perspire.

Never thought I'd do you the same.
Never thought I'd fill with desire.
Never thought I'd feel so ashamed.

Me and the dragon
Can chase all the pain away.
So before I end my day,
Remember..
My sweet prince-
You are the one
My sweet prince-
You are the one

Never thought I'd have to retire
Never thought I'd have to abstain
Never thought all this could back fire
Close up the hole in my vein

Me and my valuable friend
Can fix all the pain away
So before I end my day
Remember

My sweet prince-
You are the one
My sweet prince-
You are the one
You are the one
You are the one
You are the one
You are the one

Never thought I'd get any higher
Never thought you'd fuck with my brain
Never thought all this could expire
Never thought you'd go break the chain

Me and you baby,
Still flush all the pain away
So before I end my day
Remember

My sweet prince-
You are the one
My sweet prince-
you are the one
you are the one
you are the one
you are the one
you are the one
you are the one
you are the one
you are the one
you are the one
My sweet prince
My sweet prince

Princípio da sabedoria

Considerar a nossa maior angústia como um incidente sem importância, não só na vida do universo, mas da nossa mesma alma, é o princípio da sabedoria.Considerar isto em pleno meio dessa angústia é a sabedoria inteira. No momento em que sofremos, parece que a dor humana é infinita. Mas nem a dor humana é infinita, pois nada há humano de infinito, nem a nossa dor vale mais que ser uma dor que nós temos.

Quantas vezes, sob o peso de um tédio que parece ser loucura, ou de uma angústia que parece passar além dela, paro, hesitante, antes que me revolte, hesito, parando, antes que me divinize. Dor de não saber o que é o mistério do mundo, dor de nos não amarem, dor de serem injustos connosco, dor de pesar a vida sobre nós sufocando e prendendo, dor de dentes, dor de sapatos apertados - quem pode dizer qual é a maior em si mesmo, quanto mais nos outros, ou na generalidade dos que existem?

Para alguns que me falam e me ouvem, sou um insensível. Sou, porém, mais sensível - creio- que a vasta maioria dos homens. O que sou contudo, é um sensível que se conhece, e que, portanto, conhece a sensibilidade.

Ah, não é verdade que a vida seja dolorosa, ou que seja doloroso pensar na vida. O que é verdade é que a nossa dor só é séria e grave quando a fingimos tal. Se formos naturais, ela passará assim como veio, esbater-se-á assim como cresceu.tudo é nada, e a nossa dor nele.

Escrevo isto sob a opressão de um tédio que parece não caber em mim, ou precisar de mais que da minha alma para ter onde estar; de uma opressão de todos e de tudo que me estrangula e desvaira; de um sentimento físico de incompreensão alheia que me perturba e esmaga. Mas ergo a cabeça para o céu azul alheio, exponho a face ao vento inconscientemente fresco,baixo as pálpebras depois de ter visto, esqueço a face depois de ter sentido. Não fico melhor, mas fico diferente.Ver-me liberta-me de mim. Quase sorrio, não porque me compreenda, mas porque, tendo-me tornado outro, me deixei de poder compreender. No alto do céu, como um nada visível, uma nuvem pequeníssima é um esquecimento branco de um universo inteiro.

Fernando Pessoa, 5-4-1933

Pleasure V's Reason

Eugéne Jansson, Flottans badhus, (The Naval Bath House) 1907

"Poor is the man who's pleasure depend on the permission of another man..."

Morrissey - Angel, angel, down we go together

Angel, Angel

Don't take your life tonight

I know they take

And that they take in turn

And they give you nothing real

For yourself in return

But when they've used you

And they've broken you

And wasted all your money

And cast your shell aside

And when they've bought you

And they've sold you

And they've billed you for the pleasure

And they've made your parents cry

I will be here

BELIEVE ME

I will be here

Believe me

Angel, Angel

Don't take your life

Some people have got no pride

They do not understand

The Urgency of life

But I love you more than life

I love you more than life

I love you more than life

I love you more than life