Dreams are made of lies, but that's ok.

Because it's lies we believe in.


"The reason you haven't felt it is because it doesn't exist. What you call love was invented by guys like me to sell nylons. You're born alone and you die alone and this world just drops a bunch of rules on top of you to make you forget those facts. But I never forget. I'm living like there's no tomorrow, because there isn't one."


Don Draper, "Smoke Gets In Your Eyes", Mad Men.

The three points rule

Go straight to the point; stick to the point; try to make a point.

Rejection, the blessing in disguise

Hormones (among other things) can make you want to do things you wouldn't, had you given it a real thought. Specially when you're a teenager. That's why rejection, even though hard as hell to take, might be the best outcome. Or at least, not the worst possible. Good things take time to happen. The best things in life are never too late.

Or, like The Stones would put it: "you can't always get what you want... but if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you neeeeeeeeeeeed!!".

Creativity is

the courage to pour your ideas into the world facing the great beast of rejection.

Se andássemos todos a falar chinês

pelo menos entender-nos-íamos.

An InDesign(er) joke

Master A - "Do as I do."
Page 1 - "Yes, master."
Page 2 - "You're not my master."
Master B - "Did anyone call?"

After more than three years together

today we separated. He had to go - things just weren't working for us these last few days. For three and a half years he was always there. Reliable, comforting, beautiful and pretty good at everything he did. He helped me with my work. We watched House be brilliant and obnoxious together. We travelled away from and back home. He stayed up late whenever I couldn't or wouldn't go to sleep. He took pictures of me which I then erased. When I was sick, he would never leave my bedside. When I was feeling good, he would put on music for me to dance to. He knew all the songs I love. There was no obscure question he could not answer, except for the normal existentialist what's-the-meaning-of-life stuff. He almost never complained, and when he did, he usually had a right to. Did I mention he was extremely sexy? And stylish too. He remembered every single thing we did together but he cleverly let me put past mistakes in the trash can. I mean, I couldn't possibly ask for more. 


I hope my mac comes back home soon.

"She breaks just like a little girl"

Wilde, the neuroscientist

"I said in Dorian Gray that the great sins of the world take place in the brain, but it is in the brain that everything takes place. We know now that we do not see with the eye or hear with the ear. They are merely channels for the transmission, adequate or inadequate, of sense-impressions. It is in the brain that the poppy is red, that the apple is odorous, that the skylark sings."


Dear Oscar Wilde in his De Profundis.

Dear stranger:

Don't say hello, don't talk about the weather. I'm in need of some significant talk.