My favourite place on Earth, nowhere else I feel as happy as there. I was a Celtic priestess.

Set me free, why don't you, baby?
Get out my life, why don't you, baby?
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hangin' on
You don't really need me
But you keep me hangin' on

Why do you keep a-coming around
Playing with my heart?
Why don't you get out of my life
And let me make a new start?
Let me get over you
The way you've gotten over me, hey

You say although we broke up
You still wanna be just friends
But how can we still be friends
When seeing you only breaks my heart again?
And there ain't nothing I can do about it

Whoa-whoa-whoa
Set me free, why don't you, baby?
Whoa-whoa-whoa
Get out my life, why don't you, baby? (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Set me free, why don't you, baby?
Get out my life, why don't you, baby?

You claim you still care for me
But your heart and soul needs to be free
Now that you've got your freedom
You wanna still hold on to me
You don't want me for yourself
So let me find somebody else, hey

Why don't you be a man about it
And set me free? (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Now, you don't care a thing about me
You're just using me (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Go on, get out, get out of my life
And let me sleep at night (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hangin' on

"Quanto a Melina, eu também a entendia. Tinha experimentado a alegria do amor por aquele homem tão distante da média: um fiscal de trem, mas também um poeta, um jornalista. A mente frágil de Melina não conseguira readaptar-se à normalidade bruta de sua vida sem ele. Eu me comprazia nesses pensamentos. Naqueles dias estava contente com tudo, com meu amor por Nino, com minha própria tristeza, com o afeto de me sentia cercada, com minha própria capacidade de ler, pensar e refletir em solidão".

"Lila sabia falar por meio da escrita; diferentemente de mim quando escrevia, diferentemente de Sarratore em seus artigos e poesias, diferentemente até de muitos escritores que eu tinha lido e lia, ela se expressava com frases de um extremo apuro, sem nenhum erro, mesmo sem ter continuado os estudos, mas - além disso - não deixava nenhum vestígio de inaturalidade, não se sentia o artifício da palavra escrita. Eu lia e, ao Mesmo tempo, podia vê-la, escuta-la. Sua voz era um fluxo que me arrebatava e me transportava como quando discutíamos entre nós, e no entanto era inteiramente deputada das escórias de quando se fala, da confusão oral; tinha a ordem viva que eu imaginava devesse caber ao discurso dos que tivesse a sorte de nascer da cabeça de Zeus...".

A Amiga Genial - Elena Ferrante

Anna Muylaert While my Guitar Gently Weeps

Chico:

Levou os meus anos

Meus pobres enganos

Os meus 20 anos 

O meu coração

E além de tudo

Me deixou mudo

O violão

"Vou me encontrar longe do meu lugar..."

My favourite sport is people watching. Sitting on a cafe and just observing the most diverse fauna in the world, the human one. So many different shapes, sizes, colours. A guy in a one wheeled bike just passed by! The cutest elderly couple, very smartly dressed, probably married for 45 years or so, the lady clearly went to hairdresser this afternoon for her walk downtown. People walking and texting (me), crossing the street when the red hand light is flashing (me). A poor addicted homeless. A baby waving goodbye to her guardian angel maybe, because I couldn't see anyone she was waving to. And it always astonishes me how dogs look like their owners, I mean, physically. It's insane!!! A happy beautiful 20 something smiling like she's talking to her sweetheart on the phone... Sighs. A guy in a guy's bun and beard, oh my, those ones just break my heart... Blown away tourists by Vancouver. Pot smokers. Hand in hand gay couples. Coffee drinkers. What a wonderful world right Louis?