domingo, junho 27, 2004
Mais uma vez parabéns pela vitória e um mto obrigado pela parte que me toca. Pequeno porMaior, não sei se repararam mas o primeiro ministro pufft...Não?!..Enfim, coisas pequenas, o que interessa é que VIVA O EURO!! ..Ah! Outra coisa, fiz um piercing..Bem me avisaram sobre os perigos da bubida ;oP
quinta-feira, junho 24, 2004
Acabei de ver um belo documentário na 2 sobre o filme "One From the Heart"..foi bom rever o mestre :o)
This One's From the Heart
As you go out it's Independence Day;
But instead I'll just pour myself a drink.
It's got to be love, I've never felt this way.
Oh baby, this one's from the heart
The shadows in the road look like a railroad track.
I wonder if he's (ever) really comin' back.
The moon's a yellow stain across the sky.
Oh baby, this one's from the heart
(Maybe) And I'll go down to the corner and get a racin' form,
(But) And I should prob'ly wait here by the phone.
And the brakes need adjustment on the convertible
Oh baby, this one's from the heart
The worm is climbin' the other color tree
Robin is back against the wall;
Pour myself a double sympathy
Oh baby, this one's from the heart.
Blondes, brunettes, and redheads put their hammer down
(To put ) don't pound a cold chisel thru my heart.
But they were nothin' but apostrophes.
O baby, this one's from the heart.
I can't tell, is that a siren or a saxophone?
But the roads get so slipp'ry (when it rains)
I love you more than all these words can ever say
Oh baby, this one's from the heart.
Tom Waits
This One's From the Heart
As you go out it's Independence Day;
But instead I'll just pour myself a drink.
It's got to be love, I've never felt this way.
Oh baby, this one's from the heart
The shadows in the road look like a railroad track.
I wonder if he's (ever) really comin' back.
The moon's a yellow stain across the sky.
Oh baby, this one's from the heart
(Maybe) And I'll go down to the corner and get a racin' form,
(But) And I should prob'ly wait here by the phone.
And the brakes need adjustment on the convertible
Oh baby, this one's from the heart
The worm is climbin' the other color tree
Robin is back against the wall;
Pour myself a double sympathy
Oh baby, this one's from the heart.
Blondes, brunettes, and redheads put their hammer down
(To put ) don't pound a cold chisel thru my heart.
But they were nothin' but apostrophes.
O baby, this one's from the heart.
I can't tell, is that a siren or a saxophone?
But the roads get so slipp'ry (when it rains)
I love you more than all these words can ever say
Oh baby, this one's from the heart.
Tom Waits
quarta-feira, junho 23, 2004
Wise Up
It's not
what you thought
when you first
began it
You got
what you want
Now you can hardly stand it, though
but now you know
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
'Til you wise up
You're sure
there's a cure
And you have finally found it
You think
one drink
will shrink you 'til you're underground
and living down
But it's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
'Til you wise up
Prepare a list
of what you need
before you sign
away the deed
'Cause it's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
No, it's not going to stop
'Til you wise up
No, it's not going to stop
'Til you wise up
No it's not going to stop
So just give up
Aimee Mann
It's not
what you thought
when you first
began it
You got
what you want
Now you can hardly stand it, though
but now you know
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
'Til you wise up
You're sure
there's a cure
And you have finally found it
You think
one drink
will shrink you 'til you're underground
and living down
But it's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
'Til you wise up
Prepare a list
of what you need
before you sign
away the deed
'Cause it's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
No, it's not going to stop
'Til you wise up
No, it's not going to stop
'Til you wise up
No it's not going to stop
So just give up
Aimee Mann
terça-feira, junho 22, 2004
Não liguem ao meu silêncio, ando revoltado com os "outros"..
Porque
Porque os outros se mascaram mas tu não
Porque os outros usam a virtude
Para comprar o que não tem perdão
Porque os outros têm medo mas tu não
Porque os outros são os túmulos calados
Onde germina calada a podridão.
Porque os outros se calam mas tu não.
Porque os outros se compram e se vendem
E os seus gestos dão sempre dividendo.
Porque os outros são hábeis mas tu não.
Porque os outros vão à sombra dos abrigos
E tu vais de mãos dadas com os perigos.
Porque os outros calculam mas tu não.
Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen
Porque
Porque os outros se mascaram mas tu não
Porque os outros usam a virtude
Para comprar o que não tem perdão
Porque os outros têm medo mas tu não
Porque os outros são os túmulos calados
Onde germina calada a podridão.
Porque os outros se calam mas tu não.
Porque os outros se compram e se vendem
E os seus gestos dão sempre dividendo.
Porque os outros são hábeis mas tu não.
Porque os outros vão à sombra dos abrigos
E tu vais de mãos dadas com os perigos.
Porque os outros calculam mas tu não.
Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen
quarta-feira, junho 16, 2004
DONDE HABITE EL OLVIDO
Donde habite el olvido,
En los vastos jardines sin aurora;
Donde yo sólo sea
Memoria de una piedra sepultada entre ortigas
Sobre la cual el viento escapa a sus insomnios.
Donde mi nombre deje
Al cuerpo que designa en brazos de los siglos,
Donde el deseo no exista.
En esa gran región donde el amor, ángel terrible,
No esconda como acero
En mi pecho su ala,
Sonriendo lleno de gracia aérea mientras crece el tormento.
Allí donde termine este afán que exige un dueño a imagen suya,
Sometiendo a otra vida su vida,
Sin más horizonte que otros ojos frente a frente.
Donde penas y dichas no sean más que nombres,
Cielo y tierra nativos en torno de un recuerdo;
Donde al fin quede libre sin saberlo yo mismo,
Disuelto en niebla, ausencia,
Ausencia leve como carne de niño.
Allá, allá lejos;
Donde habite el olvido.
Luis Cernuda
Donde habite el olvido,
En los vastos jardines sin aurora;
Donde yo sólo sea
Memoria de una piedra sepultada entre ortigas
Sobre la cual el viento escapa a sus insomnios.
Donde mi nombre deje
Al cuerpo que designa en brazos de los siglos,
Donde el deseo no exista.
En esa gran región donde el amor, ángel terrible,
No esconda como acero
En mi pecho su ala,
Sonriendo lleno de gracia aérea mientras crece el tormento.
Allí donde termine este afán que exige un dueño a imagen suya,
Sometiendo a otra vida su vida,
Sin más horizonte que otros ojos frente a frente.
Donde penas y dichas no sean más que nombres,
Cielo y tierra nativos en torno de un recuerdo;
Donde al fin quede libre sin saberlo yo mismo,
Disuelto en niebla, ausencia,
Ausencia leve como carne de niño.
Allá, allá lejos;
Donde habite el olvido.
Luis Cernuda
sábado, junho 12, 2004
sexta-feira, junho 11, 2004
Não me perguntem porque fico:
não saberia responder.
Vozes ocultas segredam-me palavras
que me obrigam a permanecer.
Nem queiram descobrir por que razão
me agarro tanto às coisas aparentes
e olho tudo com o mesmo amor
aureolado de auroras quentes.
Eu próprio ignoro
a causa desta minha sujeição
Trago a seiva dos troncos no meu corpo
e, com eles, estou preso ao chão.
Albano Martins
não saberia responder.
Vozes ocultas segredam-me palavras
que me obrigam a permanecer.
Nem queiram descobrir por que razão
me agarro tanto às coisas aparentes
e olho tudo com o mesmo amor
aureolado de auroras quentes.
Eu próprio ignoro
a causa desta minha sujeição
Trago a seiva dos troncos no meu corpo
e, com eles, estou preso ao chão.
Albano Martins
Vesti durante alguns anos xta pele..e sem perceber, dou por mim com objectivo cumprido
"(...)feito de uma substância clara e cristalina, tinha como único objectivo tornar-se absolutamente invisível."
em Actos de Adoração, Yukio Mishima
"(...)feito de uma substância clara e cristalina, tinha como único objectivo tornar-se absolutamente invisível."
em Actos de Adoração, Yukio Mishima
quarta-feira, junho 09, 2004
Ontem estive a ver o Magnolia e voltei-me a apaixonar pelo som desta menina..
Save me
You look like - a perfect fit
For a girl in need of a tourniquet
But can you - save me
Come on and - save me
If you could - save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
'cause i can tell
You know what it's like
The long farewell
Of the hunger strike
But can you save me
Come on and save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
You struck me dumb like radium
Like peter pan or superman
You will come to save me
C'mon and save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
'cept the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
But the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
C'mon and save me
Why don't you save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
Except the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
Except the freaks who could never love anyone
Aimee Mann
Save me
You look like - a perfect fit
For a girl in need of a tourniquet
But can you - save me
Come on and - save me
If you could - save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
'cause i can tell
You know what it's like
The long farewell
Of the hunger strike
But can you save me
Come on and save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
You struck me dumb like radium
Like peter pan or superman
You will come to save me
C'mon and save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
'cept the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
But the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
C'mon and save me
Why don't you save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
Except the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
Except the freaks who could never love anyone
Aimee Mann
sábado, junho 05, 2004
Obrigado Xu..és liiiinnndaaaa * * *
2+2=5
Are you such a dreamer?
To put the world to rights?
I'll stay home forever
Where two & two always
makes up five
I'll lay down the tracks
Sandbag & hide
January has April's showers
And two & two always
makes up five
It's the devil's way now
There is no way out
You can scream & you
can shout
It is too late now
Because
You have not been
paying attention
I try to sing along
I get it all wrong
Ezeepeezeeeezeepeeezee
NOT
I swat em like flies but
Like flies the burgers
Keep coming back
NOT
Maybe not
"All hail to the thief"
"But I am not!"
"Don't question my authority
or put me in the dock"
Cozimnot!
Go & tell the king that
The sky is falling in
When it's not
Maybe not.
(ahh diddums.)
Radiohead
Are you such a dreamer?
To put the world to rights?
I'll stay home forever
Where two & two always
makes up five
I'll lay down the tracks
Sandbag & hide
January has April's showers
And two & two always
makes up five
It's the devil's way now
There is no way out
You can scream & you
can shout
It is too late now
Because
You have not been
paying attention
I try to sing along
I get it all wrong
Ezeepeezeeeezeepeeezee
NOT
I swat em like flies but
Like flies the burgers
Keep coming back
NOT
Maybe not
"All hail to the thief"
"But I am not!"
"Don't question my authority
or put me in the dock"
Cozimnot!
Go & tell the king that
The sky is falling in
When it's not
Maybe not.
(ahh diddums.)
Radiohead
quarta-feira, junho 02, 2004
Hoje é dia de festa rija..hoje há quem faça anos..:o)
Crossroads
The second half of my life will be black
to the white rind of the old and fading moon.
The second half of my life will be water
over the cracked floor of these desert years.
I will land on my feet this time,
knowing at least two languages and who
my friends are. I will dress for the
occasion, and my hair shall be
whatever color I please.
Everyone will go on celebrating the old
birthday, counting the years as usual,
but I will count myself new from this
inception, this imprint of my own desire.
The second half of my life will be swift,
past leaning fenceposts, a gravel shoulder,
asphalt tickets, the beckon of open road.
The second half of my life will be wide-eyed,
fingers shifting through fine sands,
arms loose at my sides, wandering feet.
There will be new dreams every night,
and the drapes will never be closed.
I will toss my string of keys into a deep
well and old letters into the grate.
The second half of my life will be ice
breaking up on the river, rain
soaking the fields, a hand
held out, a fire,
and smoke going
upward, always up.
From Straight Out of View by Joyce Sutphen
The second half of my life will be black
to the white rind of the old and fading moon.
The second half of my life will be water
over the cracked floor of these desert years.
I will land on my feet this time,
knowing at least two languages and who
my friends are. I will dress for the
occasion, and my hair shall be
whatever color I please.
Everyone will go on celebrating the old
birthday, counting the years as usual,
but I will count myself new from this
inception, this imprint of my own desire.
The second half of my life will be swift,
past leaning fenceposts, a gravel shoulder,
asphalt tickets, the beckon of open road.
The second half of my life will be wide-eyed,
fingers shifting through fine sands,
arms loose at my sides, wandering feet.
There will be new dreams every night,
and the drapes will never be closed.
I will toss my string of keys into a deep
well and old letters into the grate.
The second half of my life will be ice
breaking up on the river, rain
soaking the fields, a hand
held out, a fire,
and smoke going
upward, always up.
From Straight Out of View by Joyce Sutphen