Steve-Wolf

Tired of it all

Fort Minor - Where'd You Go?

"Where'd you go?

I miss you so

Seems like it's been forever

That you've been gone"

"Where should I be if this is not my land
Slowly, life is running through my fingers like sand

And I tried so hard, yes I tried to get out
show me a place where I can fall asleep"

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
and he called it “chops”
because that was the name of his dog
and thats what it was all about
his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
and his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts.
that was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
and he let them sing on the bus
and his little sister was born
with tiny nails and no hair
and his mother and father kissed alot
and the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s
and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
and his father always tucked him in bed at night
and was always there to do it
once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
he called it “Autumn”
because that was the name of the season
and that’s what it was all about
and his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of the new paint
and the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
and left butts on the pews
and sometime they would burn holes
that was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
and the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
and the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
and his father never tucked him in bed at night
and his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it
once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
and he called it “Innocence: A Question”
because that was the question about his girl
and that’s what it was all about
and his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
that was the year Father Tracy died
and he forgot how the end
of the Apostles’s Creed went
and he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
and his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
and the girl around the corner
wore too much make up
that made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because it was the thing to do
and at 3 am he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
that’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
and he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
because that’s what it was really all about
and he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
and he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think
he could reach the kitchen—-

Em uma folha de papel amarelo com linhas verdes
ele escreveu um poema
E o intitulou "Chops"
porque era o nome de seu cão
E era o que estava em toda parte
E seu professor lhe deu um A
e uma estrela dourada
E sua mãe o abraçou à porta da cozinha
e leu o poema para as tias
Era o ano em que o padre Tracy
levava todas as crianças ao zoológico
E ele deixou que cantassem no ônibus
E sua irmãzinha tinha nascido
com unhas minúsculas e nenhum cabelo
E sua mãe e seu pai se beijavam tanto
E a garota da esquina mandou para ele
um cartão de Dia dos Namorados assinado com vários X
e ele teve de perguntar ao pai o que significava X
E seu pai deixou que ele dormisse na sua cama à noite
E era sempre lá que ele dormia
Em uma folha de papel com linhas azuis
ele escreveu um poema
E o intitulou "Outono"
porque era o nome da estação
E era o que estava em toda parte
E seu professor lhe deu um A
e o pediu para escrever com mais clareza
E sua mãe não o abraçou à porta da cozinha
por causa da pintura nova
E as crianças disseram a ele
que o padre Tracy fumava cigarros
E largava as guimbas no banco da igreja
E às vezes elas faziam buracos
Que era o ano de sua irmã usar óculos
com lentes grossas e armação preta
E a garota da esquina riu
quando ele pediu para ver Papai Noel
E os garotos perguntaram por que
a mãe e o pai se beijavam tanto
E seu pai não o cobria mais na cama à noite
E seu pai ficou furioso
quando ele chorou por isso.
Em um pedaço de papel de seu caderno
ele escreveu um poema
E o intitulou "Inocência: Uma Questão"
porque a questão era sobre uma garota
E isso estava em toda parte
E seu professor lhe deu um A
e um olhar muito estranho
E sua mãe não o abraçou à porta da cozinha
porque ele nunca o mostrou a ela
Foi o primeiro ano depois da morte do padre Tracy
E ele esqueceu como terminava
o Creio em Deus Pai
E ele pegou a irmã
se agarrando na varanda dos fundos
E sua mãe e seu pai nunca se beijavam
nem mesmo conversavam
E a garota da esquina
usava maquiagem demais
O que fez ele tossir quando a beijou
mas ele a beijou mesmo assim
porque era a coisa certa a fazer
E às três da manhã ele se aninhou na cama
seu pai roncava alto
É por isso que no verso de uma folha de papel pardo
ele tentou outro poema
E o intitulou "Absolutamente Nada"
Porque era o que estava em toda parte
E ele se deu um A
e um corte em cada maldito pulso
E se encostou na porta do banheiro
porque nessa hora ele não pensou
que poderia alcançar a cozinha.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower - Stephen Chbosky - Quotes

"Patrick began every night really excited. He always said he felt free. And tonight was his destiny. And things like that... But after a while, the whole thing just wasn't interesting to him anymore, and he ran out of things to keep himself numb."

"So i guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them."

“I just want you to know that you’re very special… and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has.”

"This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song, and that drive with the people who you love most in this world. And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.”

“No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers' dirty looks, when the teacher rings the bell, drop your books and run like hell”

“Put my head under my pillow, and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.”

“I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life an then make the choice to share it with other people. Maybe that is what makes people "participate".”

"So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be."

"Do you always think this much, Charlie?" "Is that bad?" "Not necessarily. It's just that sometimes people use thought to not participate in life."

"I don't want to start thinking again. Not like I have this last week. I can't think again. Not ever again. I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning."

"Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs. I wonder how they feel tonight."

Amor

"Amor é simplesmente reconhecer o outro como sendo você próprio, o reconhecimento da unidade é amor."
- Eckhart Tolle

Dia do Pi

Nos EUA, porque eles escrevem as datas com o mês primeiro, e o dia depois, hoje é considerado o dia do Pi: 3/14. Aliás, hoje também seria aniversário de Albert Einstein. Ou seja, 14 de março é um dia feliz para físicos e matemáticos.

Pi, ou π, é definido como a proporção entre a circunferência de um círculo e seu diâmetro.

Descoberta de Pi

Os antigos babilônios sabiam da existência do Pi cerca de 4.000 anos atrás. Um tablete babilônico de 1900 a 1680 aC calcula Pi como 3,125, e o papiro matemático de Rhind, um documento matemático egípcio famoso de 1650 aC, lista um valor de 3,1605. A Bíblia do Rei Jaime (I Reis 7:23) dá uma aproximação de Pi em côvados, uma unidade arcaica de comprimento correspondente ao comprimento do antebraço, do cotovelo até a ponta do dedo médio (estimado em cerca de 45 centímetros). O matemático grego Arquimedes (287-212 aC) aproximou Pi usando o teorema de Pitágoras, uma relação geométrica entre o comprimento dos lados de um triângulo e a área de polígonos, dentro e fora dos círculos.

Há uma “linguagem” Pi

Nerds literários inventaram um dialeto conhecido como Pilish, em que o número de letras em palavras sucessivas correspondem aos dígitos do Pi. Mike Keith escreveu o livro “Not a Wake” (Vinculum Press, 2010) inteiramente em Pilish. Uma das frases (em inglês) seria: “Now I fall, a tired suburbian in liquid under the trees/Drifting alongside forests simmering red in the twilight over Europe”. Ou seja, a primeira palavra, “now”, tem três letras, “I” tem uma letra, “fall” tem quatro, e assim por diante.

Memorização Pi

O recorde para o maior número de dígitos do Pi memorizados pertence a Chao Lu, da China, que recitou 67.890 dígitos do Pi de cabeça em 2005, de acordo com o Guinness World Records.

Pi na computação

Os seres humanos só chegaram a 67.890 dígitos do Pi, mas computadores podem ir muito além e obter medições ainda mais precisas. Até dezembro de 2013, de acordo com Numberworld.org, computadores calcularam o Pi para um recorde de 12 trilhões de dígitos.

Fonte: http://hypescience.com/feliz-dia-do-pi-5-fatos-sobre-nosso-numero-irracional-favorito

Raindance

Frases - Lana del Rey

"I belong to no one - who belonged to everyone,
Who had nothing, who wanted everything
With a fire for every experience
And an obsession for freedom"

"Saw those dreams
divided like a millions stars in the night sky
That I wished on over and over again - sparkling and broken."

"I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast
I am alone in the night"

"Live fast. Die young.
Be wild, and have fun"

Don't Fear The Reaper - Blue Öyster Cult

"Come on baby (don't fear the reaper)

Baby take my hand (don't fear the reaper)

We'll be able to fly (don't fear the reaper)"

"Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared"

"The curtains flew and then he appeared (saying don't be afraid)
Come on baby (and she had no fear)
And she ran to him (then they started to fly)
They looked backward and said goodbye (she had become like they are)
She had taken his hand (she had become like they are)
Come on baby (don't fear the reaper)"

Watch it grow, child of wolf, keep holdin' on

When i run through the deep dark forest long after this begun

Where the sun would set, the trees were dead and the rivers were none

And i hope for a trace to lead me back home from this place

But there was no sound, there was only me and my disgrace

Wayward winds, the voice that sings of a forgotten land

See it fall, child of wolf, lend a mending hand

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Fort Minor - Where'd You Go?

Poem - Stephen Chbosky

The Perks of Being a Wallflower - Stephen Chbosky - Quotes

Amor

Dia do Pi

Raindance

Frases - Lana del Rey

Don't Fear The Reaper - Blue Öyster Cult

Take me...

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods - Lord Byron

Death may be my only freedom

Patriotismo

First Aid Kit - Wolf