Monday, March 26, 2007

Friday, March 23, 2007

Thursday, March 22, 2007


de alguém que admira muito

Wednesday, March 21, 2007



passe time

Monday, March 19, 2007


homme blessé-valérie leulliot

sou daquelas pessoas que é um pouco tudo a monte e fé em deus,
mas depois de seleccionado um aliívio

the next big sing is u'r ass :)

e grny

Friday, March 16, 2007


daqui
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