bom, stupid me, as mãos nunca vão poder ser do mesmo tamanho e ainda bem. Chama-se Natureza, provavelmente
Nota: já não está o estranho gajo à minha frente
Thursday, March 15, 2007
GET ME AWAY FROM HERE, I'M DYING
Ooh! Get me away from here, I'm dying Play me a song to set me free Nobody writes them like they used to So it may as well be me Here on my own now after hours Here on my own now on a bus Think of it this way You could either be successful or be us With our winning smiles, and us With our catchy tunes, and us Now we're photogenic You know, we don't stand a chance
oh, I'll settle down with some old story About a boy who's just like me Thought there was love in everything and everyone You're so naivé! After a while they always get it They always reach a sorry end Still it was worth it as I turned the pages solemnly, and then With a winning smile, the boy With naivetë succeeds At the final moment, I cried I always cry at endings
Oh, that wasn't what I mean to say at all From where I'm sitting, rain Washing against the lonely tenement Has set my mind to wander Into the windows of my lovers They never know unless I write "This is no declaration, I just thought I"d let you know goodbye" Said the hero in the story "It is mightier than swords I could kill you sure But I could only make you cry with these words"
Lisa's kissing men like a long walk home When the music stops Take a tip from me, don't go through the park When you're on your own, it's a long walk home
If they follow you Don't look back Like Dylan in the movies On your own If they follow you It's not your money that they're after boy, it's you
Pure easy listening, settle down On the pillow soft when they've all gone home You can concentrate on the ones you love You can concentrate, hey, now they've gone
But if they follow you Don't look back Like Dylan in the movies On your own If they follow you It's not your money that they're after boy, it's you
Yeah you're worth the trouble and you're worth the pain And you're worth the worry, I would do the same If we all went back to another time I will love you over I will love you
If they follow you Don't look back Like Dylan in the movies On your own If they follow you Tenderly you turn the light off in your room
Belle And Sebastian - The Stars Of Track And Field Lyrics
Make a new cult every day to suit your affairs Kissing girls in English, at the back of the stairs You're a honey, with a following of innocent boys They never know it Because you never show it You always get your way They never know it Because you never show it You always get your way
Have you and her been taking pictures of your obsessions? Because I met a kid who went through one of your sessions In his blue velour and silk You liberated A boy I never rated And now he's throwing discuss For Liverpool and Widnes You liberated A boy I never rated And now he's doing business
The stars of track and field, you are The stars of track and field, you are The stars of track and field are beautiful people
Could I write a piece about you now that you've made it? About the hours spent, the emptiness in your training You only did it so that you could wear Your terry underwear And feel the city air Run past your body
Could I write a requiem for you when you're dead? "She had the moves, she had the speed, it went to her head" She never needed anything to get her round the track But when she's on her back She had the knowledge To get her into college But when she's on her back She had the knowledge To get her into college
Monday, March 12, 2007
«os poetas neste país têm muita saída» « “Libertino” não o define completamente. No sentido do Laclos, não. O libertino é um tipo que tem mais gosto na conquista do que no acto em si. O libertino é um estratega. E a estratégia, conquistar a praça forte, é que dá gozo. O Alexandre tinha uma sexualidade viva, gostava da mulher como animal.»
A frase com que definiu o seu amigo Vinicius de Moaraes, tão volúvel quanto ele, assenta-lhe perfeitamente: «tinha uma sinceridade para cada momento”
Porém ele sentiu a ameaça quando, cerca de um mês depois recebeu em sua casa a intimidação da PIDE para se apresentar. «já fiz a mala, estou preparado para ficar lá», disse resignado à sua amiga Pamela. «Por isso- continuou -, uma vez que vou largar o mundo durante uns tempos , peço-te que venhas dormir comigo.» [Dormiram, a intimidação foi falso alarme: era para ir buscar a mulher ao cárcere]
[AO']: «...Aquela coisas do amor ser infinito enquanto durar só mesmo dum malandro de um génio, que era o que era o Vinicius. Dava a impressão que ele fazia poesia para engatar, para ser imediatamente útil, o que é uma excelente maneira de fazer poesias. (…) haverá coisas mais excitante do que conseguir engatar uma mulher com um soneto? Só mesmo os dois fingirem que foi por causa do soneto…»
[AO']: «O que há de mais surrealista no movimento surrealista português, é que, no fim de contas, ele nunca existiu.»
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tinha uma sinceridade para cada momento E tinha nisso uma camaradagem facílima com as pessoas, toda a gente gostava muito dele, entrava numa camaradagem fácil mas superficial. No fundo, ele não se dava a ninguém. Era uma pessoa recolhida, muito distante. Perfeitamente nos copos e na sardinha assada, mas quase que aristocraticamente distantesobre o Alexandre
moda lx ahaha gamado à facehunter
21.9 Hieronymus Bosch: As Tentações de Santo Antão (detalhe).
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Thursday, March 08, 2007
The quotation marks around "lucky" mean that it is not so much luck that helps you as your attitude of relaxation and willingness to let your life flow without the tension of resistance. Many things are prevented from entering people's lives because they are too tense to let them in. At other times you might unconsciously alienate a potentially helpful person, or you might be too cautious or overlook an opportunity because of tension. This influence helps to prevent such negative states of consciousness.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
but the movie kept moving as planneddancing around to the simple Rock & roll song
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating Another boy was sliding up the hallway He merged perfectly with the hallway, He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway
The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run, but the movie kept moving as planned The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker, He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees, started crashing his head against the locker, started crashing his head against the locker, started laughing hysterically
When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by horses, horses, horses, horses coming in in all directions white shining silver studs with their nose in flames, He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses. Do you know how to pony like bony maroney Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator And you twist the twister like your baby sister I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee, Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control, Got to lose control and then you take control, Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it like that, Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that, Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi
Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, his sperm coffin Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy, Can't you show me nothing but surrender ?” Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket, Taped to his chest there's the answer, You got pen knives and jack knives and Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred Then he cries, then he screams, saying Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud, Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud, And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi
There's a little place, a place called space It's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks, Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that, You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that, And the name of the band is the Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes
Baby calm down, better calm down, In the night, in the eye of the forest There's a mare black and shining with yellow hair, I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair, I didn't waste time, I just walked right up and saw that up there -- there is a sea up there -- there is a sea up there -- there is a sea the sea's the possibility There is no land but the land (up there is just a sea of possibilities) There is no sea but the sea (up there is a wall of possibilities) There is no keeper but the key (up there there are several walls of possibilities) Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities. (up there) I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor (in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee (on the screen) And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame (in the heart of man) The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions Gradually lapping into sea horses He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat (the spoon) And let it deep in (the veins) Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities It started hardening Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities It started hardening in my hand And I felt the arrows of desire
I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area (go Rimbaud go Rimbaud go Rimbaud) And go Johnny go and do the watusi, Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi ... Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twining Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse And my fingers all entwined through the air, I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers, (I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it) The hairs were like wires going through my body I I that's how I that's how I I died (at that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after) (they knew what they were after) [Everything on the current] moved up I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth, Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities There's no land but the land
looked at my hands, and there's a red stream that went streaming through the sands like fingers, like arteries, like fingers (how much fits between the eyes of a horse?) He lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes) He opened his throat (your eyes) His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad pituitary glands The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard, No one heard that cry, No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat, (His fingers) Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly, And so he seized the first (his vocal chords shot up) (possibility) (like mad pituitary glands) It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate (there is nothing happening at all) and go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep saw this sweet young thing (Fender one) Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter
In the sheets there was a man dancing around to the simple Rock & roll song
quem traduz? patti smith, 1975, land
Friday, March 02, 2007
eheh o durty
Something is bugging you and until you get to the bottom of it, you won't be able to relax. You know that there's some detail you have overlooked or some piece of information that you need to integrate into your current situation, but you cannot put your finger on it. Unfortunately, the solution could remain out of reach, so make a plan to deal with your current stress