Saturday, January 30, 2010

These 97 pages

I read it 4 times, over and over, since Wednesday. I felt the impulse to re-read it over and over again, because i suspect I am missing something from it. It is strange how i get so inquisitive over this book since I am not really into theatre or any form of performances... Those few performances I went to were really either out of obligation or boredom.

The first time, I was reading it in my balcony overlooking the busy streets (my new apartment which I bought from my winnings)
The second time, I was reading it in the toilet.
Third time, I read at the internet cafe down the street ..I have my wireless internet, of course, but it is nice to hope by an internet cafe sometimes.... people watching just to feel normal again.
The Fourth, today. I was reading it with an ice-cream in my right hand, standing next to a ice-cream kiosk along the busy main road... this time, people are watching me, puzzled to see someone standing and reading amongst loads of human traffic.

I feel impulse to read it for the fifth time tomorrow.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010


a friend of mine lent me a book about grotowsky's work.
i had heard about him but i didn't really know who he was.
he makes a laboratory
it's very interesting
i barely go to the theater. but of all the performances i've seen in my life i've never seen anything like what he describes on the book
the book has 79 pages
is very small

Saturday, January 16, 2010

A love Song?

I have no idea what this clip is about... seems like a love song??? Stumble upon this while i was trying to google the word 'exotic' on Youtube.

Monday, January 11, 2010


dear 2010:

thanks for arriving.

i love you.

everything seems much better

lisbon is a wonderful city

if it wasn't for my anxiety i would say that i'm 100%...

i'm only human

and that's why my eye is so hard.

i'm not going to leave this city

even thinking that this city doesn't care at all about me and my existence inside her.

that's how it works

and she is also human.