22 September 2010

Explicação...

Algo em mim descontrai
quando pouso o braço
no teu regaço
A respiração muda de compasso,
o pensamento esvai-se...
Fica para trás o corropio do dia,
e o livro que há pouco lia...

De alma cheia e mente vazia,
sinto os sistemas a desligar;
sinto-me a flutuar,
pensamento nublado:
"Houve um beijo acordado,
ou já estou a sonhar?"

Sozinha não deslizo assim para o sono,
sozinha não me abandono...
É por isso que te peço
que estejas a meu lado enquanto adormeço.

28 June 2010

Science Education? Humpf!

This post is my humble contribution to Spoof Jenkins Monday, which you can read all about here, and follow on twitter under #spoofjenks - it doesn't even come close to some of the others, but I thought I'd add it to the throng, in support of the idea...

Science education? Give me the money, instead! I’ll teach you all you need to know.
Squandering money on science education is just pandering to the science lobbyists: they’ve already insinuated themselves into our esteemed broadcasting corporation, now they want to take away our children, too.

Polluting young minds with the knowledge of what probabilities are, the ability to assess relative risk, or a notion of prevention? Preposterous! Next they’ll be suggesting we raise youngsters who are capable of independent thought, of coming up with explanations for what they see around them and – Heaven forbid! – of testing those explanations. This is a dangerous path to tread. It leads to dark, dark places, where an unfounded rant can be exposed as just that, and ridiculed with impunity, instead of getting the appreciation its author necessarily warrants.

I have been blissfully – even intentionally – ignorant of science all my life, and I’ve never seen the point of it. Why should anyone else? Worse, why should we spend taxpayers’ money to make more people able to understand such drivel? And as for the argument that scientists pay taxes too – that’s irrelevant, and besides, everyone knows they are among the worst tax evaders out there. In fact, the next financial crisis will undoubtedly be all their fault.

After all, let’s not forget the golden rule: it’s OK – just about – to wonder, but never, under any circumstance, to question.

7 June 2009

I wasn't lost but I was missing
all the things I didn't know.
All the smiles that you would give me,
all the space to help me grow.

I wasn't looking when I found you;
it kind of caught me by surprise.
I don't know what it was that bound you,
but I was hanging from your eyes

They saw things I didn't know,
things I didn't dare to look for...
Your wit pierced through to my soul,
touched a chord unheard before...

You made my smile a permanent fixture
in those dazzling first few weeks,
and even almost eight years later
you still keep it on my lips!

I'd like somehow to thank you,
but can't seem to find the song...
Guess I'll just wrap my arms around you
and love you all life long.

2 October 2008

Nove e dez...


Ter esta conversa, pelos dois lados, sempre que for preciso...

Não que esta seja uma dessas ocasiões, até porque ultimamente têm sido todos excepcionalmente queridos comigo... obrigada!

A imagem é parte deste capítulo do webcomic em que ando viciada: Something Positive, de Randy K Milholland.

28 September 2008

8 Coisas...

A excelentíssima Rain desafiou-me a escrever 8 coisas que gostaria de fazer antes de morrer... Não sei porquê 8, mas sempre é um número diferente do costume... Ora aqui vão elas, sem nenhuma ordem especial:

- usar o teleporte para poder sempre estar com quem quero

- ir à Austrália e à Nova Zelândia (e a vários outros sítios, mas estes estão no topo da lista)

- engravidar (desculpa, Rain...)

- fazer rappel (e possivelmente escalada) numa parede natural

- conseguir retribuir a todas as pessoas que me fazem feliz (Obrigada...)

- ensinar uma certa pessoa a nadar, e re-aprender a andar de bicicleta

- ver aqui outro post do Zack

- saltar uma última vez

E, como sou uma daquelas pessoas que ou são altamente cegas ou irritantemente persistentes... passo o desafio aos suspeitos do costume: Balmoth e Zack. Mas como ainda tenho noção da realidade suficiente para saber a probabilidade de responderem, acrescento ainda a regressada MJNuts, porque tenho curiosidade de saber as suas 8... ;) E a Mireia - prometo esforçar-me por perceber a resposta en catalán...

7 September 2008

For my happiness

Will you follow me
if I decide to roam far?
I know who you are,
but I wonder what you'd do...
You're independent,
and maybe that's why I love you

You told me once
you wouldn't fight for me
Though in saying so, you did:
giving me up for my own happiness
made me see that you were it.

And yet I sit and wonder
My heart refuses to heed my brain
I know you want to make this work,
but if the choice comes again...
... Will you let me fly north,
south, east, west,
because for me it's best,
but stay behind to live your life?

Because I'd rather not take flight
if it means leaving you behind
I'd rather not open my wings
and heed the song that my heart sings
I'd rather stay,
flightless and caged,
but stay engaged...

I love that you encourage me to fly,
but please don't hesitate to ask me to stay
because to me happiness is you and I,
no matter what, and come what may.

18 June 2008

Right then

You looked like Christmas morning,
and smelled like a spring day
You felt like the summer night
when I was blown away...