"O suicídio não é querer morrer, é querer desaparecer"

Perros, Georges

Friends

De manhã escureço
De dia tardo
De tarde anoiteço
De noite ardo.

A oeste a morte
Contra quem vivo
Do sul cativo
O oeste é meu norte.

Outros que contem
Passo por passo:
Eu morro ontem.

Nasço amanhã
Ando onde há espaço
- Meu tempo é quando.

Poética, Vinicius de Moraes

Warning:
If you are reading this then this warning is for you.
Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do?
Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments?
Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it?
Do you read everything you're supposed to read?
Do you think every thing you're supposed to think?
Buy what you're told to want?
Get out of your apartment.
Meet a member of the opposite sex.
Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation.
Quit your job.
Start a fight.
Prove you're alive.
If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic.
You have been warned.

Yours: Zudan

(in Fight Club)

Life Movies...

Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family,
Choose a fucking big television
Choose washing machines, cars,
compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol
and dental insurance.
Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home.
Choose your friends.
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage.
Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase
in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who you
are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing
sprit-crushing ga me shows
Stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all,
pishing you last in a miserable home
Nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish,
fucked-up brats
You have spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life.
I chose somethin' else.
And the reasons?
There are no reasons.
Who needs reasons when you've got... nothing


Trainspotting de Danny Boyle

Portfolio de um conhecido Engenheiro

E se eu disser

E se eu disser que te amo - assim, de cara,
sem mais delonga ou tímidos rodeios,
sem nem saber se a confissão te enfara
ou se te apraz o emprego de tais meios?
E se eu disser que sonho com teus seios,
teu ventre, tuas coxas, tua clara
maneira de sorrir, os lábios cheios
da luz que escorre de uma estrela rara?
E se eu disser que à noite não consigo
sequer adormecer porque me agarro
à imagem que de ti em vão persigo?
Pois eis que o digo, amor. E logo esbarro
em tua ausência - essa lâmina exata
que me penetra e fere e sangra e mata.

Ivan Junqueira

You're not your job.
You're not how much money you have in the bank.
You're not the car you drive.
You're not the contents of your wallet.
You're not your fucking khakis.
You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.


(in Fight Club)

Tell me what you find when you read my mind...