ab hoc et ab hac

Cleide, casada com Dori Fontana.
Mãe de 3: Bruna, Daniel e Rafael.

Sou humana. Sou aprendiz. Sou mulher. Sou feliz porque desejo a felicidade. Encontro respostas porque vivo comprometida a buscá-las. Sou amante porque acredito indubitavelmente na capacidade de compartilhar. Esta a minha essência: imperfeita sim... Mas inundada de amor!

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will find them gradually, without noticing it, and live along some distant day into the answer.”


Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

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“ja ja jandl” by anatol knotek

…this is a written portrait of my favorite poet “ernst jandl”, which i finished recently.
it’s from the series of “written pictures”.
find more »here« and »here«  

have a look at the homepage of ernst jandl (german): http://www.ernstjandl.com 


“beba coca cola” by décio pignatari (1957)
beba: to drinkbabe: to slobcola: gluecaco: piecescloaca: cloaca


“beba coca cola” by décio pignatari (1957)

beba: to drink
babe: to slob
cola: glue
caco: pieces
cloaca: cloaca


Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

-Mark Twain 


Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.



The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.



We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

-Charles Bukowski


Books to the ceiling,
Books to the sky,
My pile of books is a mile high.
How I love them! How I need them!
I’ll have a long beard by the time I read them.

-Arnold Lobel

“A book lying idle on a shelf is wasted ammunition. Like money, books must be kept in constant circulation. Lend and borrow to the maximum — of both books and money! But especially books, for books represent infinitely more than money. A book is not only a friend, it makes friends for you. When you have possessed a book with mind and spirit, you are enriched. But when you pass it on you are enriched threefold.”

—    Henry Miller (via thesearepeopleyouknow)

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Charles Bukowski 


Charles Bukowski 

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“While I’m writing, I’m far away;
and when I come back, I’ve gone.”

—   Pablo Neruda (via peaceofshell)

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“I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”

—   Maya Angelou (via zodiaccrimes)

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“She was glad, Lily thought, to rest in silence, uncommunicative; to rest in the extreme obscurity of human relationships.”

—   Virginia Woolf,To The Lighthouse. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)

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