"Men, like bullets, go farthest when they are smoothest."

If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite.

The Motorcycle Boy

- I want you to take the cycle and leave. I want you to go clear to the ocean. I want you to follow the river to the ocean.
- Are you coming with me?
- No, man.

- California’s like a beautiful, wild girl on heroin... Who's high as a kite, thinkin' she's on top of the world, not knowing she's dying even if you show her the marks.

Rumble Fish, by Francis Coppola


A lembrança dos tempos idos, uma irmandade dubiosa de um par ou outro com segundas intenções.

"Um dia, mortos, gastos, voltaremos
A viver livres como animais"

Leave a light on, good lady,
for though we may return with a twinkle in our eyes,
we will, in truth,
be blind
drunk.

Não sabes tu que as musas são sempre culpadas de tudo?

Parabéns, se estiveres aí. Soubesse eu juntar duas palavras que te fizessem sorrir, e repetia-as até não fazerem mais sentido. Continua Lua, branca de mares negros.

"Beautiful, beautiful. Magnificent desolation."

When I said we
You know I meant me
And when I said sweet
I meant dirty

I never believed the devil was real
But god couldn't make someone filthy as you