28.8.08

Interpretation is the revenge of the intellect upon art.
Susan Sontag, 1964.

27.8.08

Tell me a story, Pew.
What kind of story, child?

A story with a happy ending.
There's no such thing in all the world.
As a happy ending?
As an ending.

in Lighthousekeeping

6.8.08

Isto de estar vivo um dia ainda acaba mal.

Manuel da Fonseca

Throw it away


I think about the life I live
A figure made of clay
And I think about the things I lost
The things I gave away

When I'm in a certain mood
I search the halls and, look,
One night I found these magic words
In a magic book

Throw it away, throw it away
Give your love, live your life
Each and every day

And keep your hand wide open
Let the sun shine through
Cause you can never lose a thing
If it belongs to you

There's a hand that rocks the cradle
And a hand to help us stand
With a gentle kind of motion
As it moves across the land

And hands unclenched and opened
Gifts of life and love it brings
So keep your hand wide open
If you're needing anything

Throw it away
Throw it away
Give your love, live your life
Each and every day

And keep your hand wide open
Let the sun shine through
Cause you can never lose a thing
If it belongs to you

There's a natural obligation
To what we own and claim
Possessing and belonging to
Acknowledging a name

So keep your hand wide open
If you're needing love today
Cause you can't lose it even if
You throw it all away

You can throw it away
You can throw it away
Give your life, live your love
Each and every day

And keep your hand wide open
Let the sun come through
Cause you can never lose a thing
If it belongs to you

Abbey Lincoln