Friday, April 27, 2007
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Confiança é o acto de deixar de analizar se um facto é ou não verdadeiro, entregando essa análise à fonte de onde provém a informação e simplesmente absorvendo-a.
Confiar em outrem é muitas vezes considerado ato de amizade ou amor entre os humanos, que costumam dar provas dessa confiança.
A confiança é muito subjetiva porque não pode ser medida, é preciso ter confiança em quem se confia para poder confiar, o que torna a confiança um conceito intrínsico.
Confiar em outrem é muitas vezes considerado ato de amizade ou amor entre os humanos, que costumam dar provas dessa confiança.
A confiança é muito subjetiva porque não pode ser medida, é preciso ter confiança em quem se confia para poder confiar, o que torna a confiança um conceito intrínsico.
LAURIE ANDERSON
Night Life
(Steidl, Edition 7L 2007)
Thursday, April 19, 7PM
From performing artist, musician and writer Laurie Anderson comes a haunting, beautiful, mysterious book of dreams. Traveling alone in 2005, she writes, ”my dreams gradually became extremely vivid and relentless: headless singing squirrels, cavernous spaces, disasters, a series of unstoppable stories. I began to draw my dreams out of self-defense”. The result is this gorgeous volume of drawing and writing by a special artist acquainted with the night.
http://www.fartosdestesrecibosverdes.blogspot.com/
www.maydaylisboa.net
vamos? ^^
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Never was a cornflake girl
Thought that was a good solution
Hangin with the raisin girls
Shes gone to the other side
Givin us a yo heave ho
Things are getting kind of gross
And I go at sleepy time
This is not really happening
You bet your life it is
Peel out the watchword just peel out the watchword
She knows whats going on
Seems we got a cheaper feel now
All the sweeteaze are gone
Gone to the other side
With my encyclopedia
They musta paid her a nice price
Shes puttin on her string bean love
This is not really happening
You bet your life it is
Rabbit whered you put the keys girl
And the man with the golden gun
Thinks he knows so much
Thinks he knows so much
Rabbit whered you put the keys girl
Thought that was a good solution
Hangin with the raisin girls
Shes gone to the other side
Givin us a yo heave ho
Things are getting kind of gross
And I go at sleepy time
This is not really happening
You bet your life it is
Peel out the watchword just peel out the watchword
She knows whats going on
Seems we got a cheaper feel now
All the sweeteaze are gone
Gone to the other side
With my encyclopedia
They musta paid her a nice price
Shes puttin on her string bean love
This is not really happening
You bet your life it is
Rabbit whered you put the keys girl
And the man with the golden gun
Thinks he knows so much
Thinks he knows so much
Rabbit whered you put the keys girl
Monday, April 16, 2007
summer in the city
e a chilicomcarne faz 10 anos :D
Festa / Concerto com Lacraus (Panque Roque do Senhor - Flor Caveira), Old Fucking God (Drunk Metal), Lobster (Noise Rock Dinamic Duo) e shhh... vs Sci-Fi Industries (Breakbeat - Thisco)...
21 de Abril, às 22h no Clube Rio de Janeiro (Rua da Atalaia, 120; Bairro Alto, Lisboa)
Entrada: 4euros
...
* OFERTA de zine com trabalhos inéditos de Marte, André Lemos, Rafael Dionísio, Claudio Parentela (It), Jucifer, Tommi Musturi (Fin), João Cabaço, Mário Augusto (zine A Mosca) & Sílvia, Jakob Klemencic (Esl), Christopher Webster (Ing), Nunsky (novo trabalho passado... 10 anos!!!), JCoelho, Pepedelrey, André Ruivo, João Louro (zine Ups!), Ana Ribeiro, José Feitor...
Monday, March 26, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
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
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
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.»
deste blog:http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/
« “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.»
deste blog:http://avatares-de-desejo.blogspot.com/
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
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
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
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
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
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Monday, February 05, 2007
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Divirtam-se com este Horóscopo 2007
>
>
>CARNEIRO: É entusiasta e energético, por isso só faz é merda. Leva tudo
>à frente até bater com os cornos na parede. E depois chora porque é um
>maricas de merda.Gostam de desporto mas têm mau perder como o caralho.
>
>A mulher Carneiro é bastante peluda na zona púbica. As crianças
>Carneiro são geralmente piolhosas e ranhosas.
>
>TOURO: Calmos e tenazes, mas é só de aparência porque são invejosos e
>teimosos como os cornos que têm na cabeça (mas no verdadeiro sentido da
>palavra, porque são muitas vezes encornados por serem péssimos no
>sexo). Comem que nem umas bestas e de boca aberta.
>
>As mulheres Touro são umas vacas. As crianças Touro são geralmente feias e
>peidam-se muito.
>
>GÉMEOS: Falam como o caralho mas não dão uma para a caixa. Babam-se e
>deitam "perdigotos" para cima de com quem falam. São uns filhos da puta
>que só pensam neles e nas gajas ou gajos que querem mocar...sim os
>gémeos papam tudo o que lhes aparece à frente, desde o padre da
>paróquia à velhinha com Alzheimer.
>
>A mulher Gémeos acaba geralmente em puta drogada. A criança Gémeos é
>manipuladora e gosta de enfiar o dedo no cu.
>
>CARANGUEJO: São amorosos e sonhadores por isso metem nojo aos porcos.
>Sempre com cara de parvos são muitas vezes apanhados a masturbar-se em
>gabinetes de prova de roupas porque não arranjam ninguém que lhes
>queira tirar os 3. Vestem-se mal porque mesmo aos 40 são as mães que
>lhes escolhem a roupa.
>
>As mulheres Caranguejo têm mamas grandes e flácidas e usam pensos higiénicos
>ultra com alas (Reglex). As crianças Caranguejo cheiram mal dos pés e gostam
>de mexer nos seus cagalhões com um pauzinho de fósforo.
>
>LEÃO: Altivo e normalmente muito bonito, o que faz com que seja
>arrogante e petulante...mas tão petulante que só dá vontade de lhe
>arrebentar a tromba à chapada. Usam muitas vezes o cabelo estilo
>"emigrante".
>
>As mulheres Leão são sado-masoquistas e adoram que lhes dêm palmadas no cu
>com uma pá das obras. A criança Leão é estúpida e tem muitas vezes
>diarreira.
>
>VIRGEM: Organizado e metódico, tem a mania de guardar os preservativos
>usados para não esquecer de quantas já deu. É apanhado muitas vezes
>nas dunas amasturbar-se com revistas da Mónica e do Cebolinha. Tem pavor de sexo oral pois receia engasgar-se.
>
>A mulher Virgem tem os lábios da "snaita" bastante salientes e costuma rapar
>os pelos em forma de coração. A criança Virgem émedonha. Tem geralmente os
>dentes podres.
>
>BALANÇA: Com ar simpático mas completamente desequilibrado. Tem ar de
>louco.Costuma falar sozinho nas esplanadas e tem tiques de bicha. Gosta de
>Arte mas acha que a Mona Lisa é uma marca de desentupidor de sanitas...
>Portanto é mesmo um burgesso... uma besta quadrada. Tem muitas vezes apenas
>um testículo. A mulher Balança é machona e costuma ter buço. A criança
>Balança tem frequentemente falta de cálcio nos ossos por isso é raquítica
>e mentirosa.
>
>ESCORPIÃO: É dinâmico, mas falta-lhe ali qualquer coisinha. Geralmente
>falta-lhe o bom senso para perceber que não pode passar o dia a enfiar
>o dedo no cu e a cheirar. Costuma ter doenças venéreas porque prefere
>enfiar o preservativo nos pés enquanto faz sexo. É pálido e tem sempre
>aspecto cadavérico.
>
>A mulher Escorpião rói as unhas dos pés e assobia pela "snaita". A criança
>Escorpião aprecia geralmente o seu próprio ranho e pensa muitas que é um
>cão com raiva. Uiva muito.
>
>SAGITÁRIO:Divertido, faz muitas vezes figuras tristes por se despir em
>público com as cuecas habitualmente cagadas e mijadas. O seu
>vocabulário é limitado e tem olhos de carneiro-mal-morto. É bastante
>peludo e tem o hábito de fazer tranças nos pintelhos.
>
>A mulher Sagitário é pavorosa e tem as axilas com bastante pelosidade. A
>criança Sagitário é uma aberração da natureza mas é simpática.
>
>
>
>
>CAPRICÓRNIO: Inteligente mas tem a mania que é mais que os outros. Por
>esta razão é muitas vezes espancado e violado. Gosta de gritar durante
>o sexo e de morder as bordas do cu do/da parceiro/a. É alcoólico e
>costuma ter sempre a casa que mete nojo.
>
>A mulher Capricórnio tem uma peida gigante e peida-se com frequencia. A
>criança Capricórnio é uma cópia dos pais...bêbeda e mal-cheirosa.
>
>AQUÁRIO:É um visionário. Mas não vê muito mais além que a ponta do seu
>nariz pois é muitas vezes um cegueta com óculos tipo fundo de copo 3. É
>um azarado de primeira e costuma pisar merda com frequência. O seu
>aspecto porco e sujo faz com que tenha poucos amigos.
>
>A mulher Aquário é maluca e arrota de boca aberta à mesa. A criança Aquário
>parece um macaquinho. Borra-se comfrequência.
>
>
>
>
>PEIXES: É amável... mas só quando lhe convém. É interesseiro mas sofre
>de consciência pesada. Devido aos nervos tem a pele escamosa a
>contrastar como cabelo oleoso. Gosta de ser maltratado e abusado.
>Aprecia chuva dourada e"spanking".
>
>A mulher Peixes cheira a peixe e tem a paranóia de se masturbar com as unhas
>falhadas. A criança Peixes é porca e pensa que é um bolo de arroz.
>
>
>CARNEIRO: É entusiasta e energético, por isso só faz é merda. Leva tudo
>à frente até bater com os cornos na parede. E depois chora porque é um
>maricas de merda.Gostam de desporto mas têm mau perder como o caralho.
>
>A mulher Carneiro é bastante peluda na zona púbica. As crianças
>Carneiro são geralmente piolhosas e ranhosas.
>
>TOURO: Calmos e tenazes, mas é só de aparência porque são invejosos e
>teimosos como os cornos que têm na cabeça (mas no verdadeiro sentido da
>palavra, porque são muitas vezes encornados por serem péssimos no
>sexo). Comem que nem umas bestas e de boca aberta.
>
>As mulheres Touro são umas vacas. As crianças Touro são geralmente feias e
>peidam-se muito.
>
>GÉMEOS: Falam como o caralho mas não dão uma para a caixa. Babam-se e
>deitam "perdigotos" para cima de com quem falam. São uns filhos da puta
>que só pensam neles e nas gajas ou gajos que querem mocar...sim os
>gémeos papam tudo o que lhes aparece à frente, desde o padre da
>paróquia à velhinha com Alzheimer.
>
>A mulher Gémeos acaba geralmente em puta drogada. A criança Gémeos é
>manipuladora e gosta de enfiar o dedo no cu.
>
>CARANGUEJO: São amorosos e sonhadores por isso metem nojo aos porcos.
>Sempre com cara de parvos são muitas vezes apanhados a masturbar-se em
>gabinetes de prova de roupas porque não arranjam ninguém que lhes
>queira tirar os 3. Vestem-se mal porque mesmo aos 40 são as mães que
>lhes escolhem a roupa.
>
>As mulheres Caranguejo têm mamas grandes e flácidas e usam pensos higiénicos
>ultra com alas (Reglex). As crianças Caranguejo cheiram mal dos pés e gostam
>de mexer nos seus cagalhões com um pauzinho de fósforo.
>
>LEÃO: Altivo e normalmente muito bonito, o que faz com que seja
>arrogante e petulante...mas tão petulante que só dá vontade de lhe
>arrebentar a tromba à chapada. Usam muitas vezes o cabelo estilo
>"emigrante".
>
>As mulheres Leão são sado-masoquistas e adoram que lhes dêm palmadas no cu
>com uma pá das obras. A criança Leão é estúpida e tem muitas vezes
>diarreira.
>
>VIRGEM: Organizado e metódico, tem a mania de guardar os preservativos
>usados para não esquecer de quantas já deu. É apanhado muitas vezes
>nas dunas amasturbar-se com revistas da Mónica e do Cebolinha. Tem pavor de sexo oral pois receia engasgar-se.
>
>A mulher Virgem tem os lábios da "snaita" bastante salientes e costuma rapar
>os pelos em forma de coração. A criança Virgem émedonha. Tem geralmente os
>dentes podres.
>
>BALANÇA: Com ar simpático mas completamente desequilibrado. Tem ar de
>louco.Costuma falar sozinho nas esplanadas e tem tiques de bicha. Gosta de
>Arte mas acha que a Mona Lisa é uma marca de desentupidor de sanitas...
>Portanto é mesmo um burgesso... uma besta quadrada. Tem muitas vezes apenas
>um testículo. A mulher Balança é machona e costuma ter buço. A criança
>Balança tem frequentemente falta de cálcio nos ossos por isso é raquítica
>e mentirosa.
>
>ESCORPIÃO: É dinâmico, mas falta-lhe ali qualquer coisinha. Geralmente
>falta-lhe o bom senso para perceber que não pode passar o dia a enfiar
>o dedo no cu e a cheirar. Costuma ter doenças venéreas porque prefere
>enfiar o preservativo nos pés enquanto faz sexo. É pálido e tem sempre
>aspecto cadavérico.
>
>A mulher Escorpião rói as unhas dos pés e assobia pela "snaita". A criança
>Escorpião aprecia geralmente o seu próprio ranho e pensa muitas que é um
>cão com raiva. Uiva muito.
>
>SAGITÁRIO:Divertido, faz muitas vezes figuras tristes por se despir em
>público com as cuecas habitualmente cagadas e mijadas. O seu
>vocabulário é limitado e tem olhos de carneiro-mal-morto. É bastante
>peludo e tem o hábito de fazer tranças nos pintelhos.
>
>A mulher Sagitário é pavorosa e tem as axilas com bastante pelosidade. A
>criança Sagitário é uma aberração da natureza mas é simpática.
>
>
>
>
>CAPRICÓRNIO: Inteligente mas tem a mania que é mais que os outros. Por
>esta razão é muitas vezes espancado e violado. Gosta de gritar durante
>o sexo e de morder as bordas do cu do/da parceiro/a. É alcoólico e
>costuma ter sempre a casa que mete nojo.
>
>A mulher Capricórnio tem uma peida gigante e peida-se com frequencia. A
>criança Capricórnio é uma cópia dos pais...bêbeda e mal-cheirosa.
>
>AQUÁRIO:É um visionário. Mas não vê muito mais além que a ponta do seu
>nariz pois é muitas vezes um cegueta com óculos tipo fundo de copo 3. É
>um azarado de primeira e costuma pisar merda com frequência. O seu
>aspecto porco e sujo faz com que tenha poucos amigos.
>
>A mulher Aquário é maluca e arrota de boca aberta à mesa. A criança Aquário
>parece um macaquinho. Borra-se comfrequência.
>
>
>
>
>PEIXES: É amável... mas só quando lhe convém. É interesseiro mas sofre
>de consciência pesada. Devido aos nervos tem a pele escamosa a
>contrastar como cabelo oleoso. Gosta de ser maltratado e abusado.
>Aprecia chuva dourada e"spanking".
>
>A mulher Peixes cheira a peixe e tem a paranóia de se masturbar com as unhas
>falhadas. A criança Peixes é porca e pensa que é um bolo de arroz.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Para ilustrar, mostramos a seguir um exemplo de sofisma bastante conhecido: O problema de Deus e da Pedra.
"Deus, o todo poderoso, foi desafiado a criar uma pedra tão pesada que nem ele pudesse carregar. Ele aceitou o desafio, mas logo percebeu que se criasse essa pedra estaria impossibilitado de levá-la, deixando de ser todo poderoso. Por outro lado, se não fosse capaz de criar tal pedra deixaria de ser todo poderoso também."
Thursday, January 18, 2007
did I mention that you control me
free time, free time
escribe the touch, no it’s the thought
it’s warm and yellow and has a ruffle
it’s warm and yellow and...
he’s so quiet i forgot he’s there
and i think here i am.
“oh alice, come back he’s just a kitten...
he’s just a kitten”
and this is from my heart to you
a crazy wind will stir me too and contre de la
sexisme
i am with you.
a perfect day for a quiet friend
and you - you will set it free
i see new morning yound yr face
everybody sez its another phase
and now - now its come to me
see the magic in yr eyes
i see it come as no surprise
I maintain that
Chaos is the future
And beyond it is freedom
Confusion is next and next after that is the truth
You gotta cultivate what you need to need
Tell nothing but the truth
Run ten thousand miles and then think of me
I think you know the place we should meet
Don't worry if it's dark and I'm late
Dripping,
With guilt
A secret form of punishment
Axes thru skulls
Shadow of futility
Endless / revolt
The shining of light and shadows
Dividing each existance
No-one is right
Nothing is solid
Nothing can be held in my hands for long
Discontinuity
Sandy beaches
Bridges sinking into the sea
Beautiful confusion
We should kill time
We should kill time
We should kill time
Look before you leap, okay?
Do you read me?
May all your dreams come true
He's standing by the door
He's got something in his hands
All the money's gone
All the money's gone
The days we spend, go on and on
Shift
Fucking youth
Working youth
May all your dreams come true
A lot of people suffer
From impotence
impotence
impotence
You slept
Did I drift?
Do I dream?
Do you read me?
I'm not speaking
Do you read me?
I dream
I dream
These things don't happen
automatically
I dream
You fell in line
You fell in jail
You feel in the shadow
To live in the light
To die in the night
I don't want to push it
I don't want to push it
sonic youth lyrics
free time, free time
escribe the touch, no it’s the thought
it’s warm and yellow and has a ruffle
it’s warm and yellow and...
he’s so quiet i forgot he’s there
and i think here i am.
“oh alice, come back he’s just a kitten...
he’s just a kitten”
and this is from my heart to you
a crazy wind will stir me too and contre de la
sexisme
i am with you.
a perfect day for a quiet friend
and you - you will set it free
i see new morning yound yr face
everybody sez its another phase
and now - now its come to me
see the magic in yr eyes
i see it come as no surprise
I maintain that
Chaos is the future
And beyond it is freedom
Confusion is next and next after that is the truth
You gotta cultivate what you need to need
Tell nothing but the truth
Run ten thousand miles and then think of me
I think you know the place we should meet
Don't worry if it's dark and I'm late
Dripping,
With guilt
A secret form of punishment
Axes thru skulls
Shadow of futility
Endless / revolt
The shining of light and shadows
Dividing each existance
No-one is right
Nothing is solid
Nothing can be held in my hands for long
Discontinuity
Sandy beaches
Bridges sinking into the sea
Beautiful confusion
We should kill time
We should kill time
We should kill time
Look before you leap, okay?
Do you read me?
May all your dreams come true
He's standing by the door
He's got something in his hands
All the money's gone
All the money's gone
The days we spend, go on and on
Shift
Fucking youth
Working youth
May all your dreams come true
A lot of people suffer
From impotence
impotence
impotence
You slept
Did I drift?
Do I dream?
Do you read me?
I'm not speaking
Do you read me?
I dream
I dream
These things don't happen
automatically
I dream
You fell in line
You fell in jail
You feel in the shadow
To live in the light
To die in the night
I don't want to push it
I don't want to push it
sonic youth lyrics
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
'Há que distinguir, cuidadosamente a falta absoluta de motivação da motivação deficiente, medíocre ou errada. O que a lei considera é a falta absoluta de motivação; a insuficiência ou mediocridade da motivação é espécie diferente, afecta o valor doutrinal da sentença, sujeita-a ao risco de ser revogada ou alterada em recurso, mas não produz nulidade.
Por falta absoluta de motivação deve entender-se a ausência total de fundamentos de direito e de facto'.
Por falta absoluta de motivação deve entender-se a ausência total de fundamentos de direito e de facto'.
As far as you take me, that's where I believe
The realm of soft delusions, floating on the leaves
On a distant shoreline, she waves her arms to me
As all the thought police, are closing in for sleep
The dilly dally, of my bright lit stay
The steam of my misfortunes
Has given me the power to be afraid
And in my mind I'm everyone
And in my mind
Without a care in this whole world
Without a care in this life
It's what you take that makes it right
Hidden thoughts and alibis
My secret thoughts come alive
Without a care in this whole world
Without a care in this life
Will you help me understand
And I believe in you
Goodnight, to every little hour that you sleep tite
May it hold you through the winter of a long night
And keep you from the loneliness of yourself
Heart strung is your heart frayed and empty
Cause it's hard luck, when no one understands your love
It's unsung, and I say
Goodnight, my love, to every hour in every day
Be careful not to let the bedbugs sleep tight nestled in your covers
The sun shines but I don't
A silver rain will wash away
And you can't tell, it's just as well
Ain't it funny how we pretend we're still a child
To my mistakes, to my mistakes of cowardice
She shimmy shakes, the jimmy jakes of consequence
And tell me I am still
The man I'm supposed to be
I won't deny the pain
I won't deny the change
Born of the airs and dues, my airs of madness do declare
That it's ok, it's .
It's what you wanted to see, it's who you wanted to be
For what you needed to need,
it's who you know
Can I look up to you as you look down on me
Can I feel in to you as you felt in to me
I can't help what you see, I can't help but to be
For what I needed to need
Love, it's who you know
smashing pumpkins
The realm of soft delusions, floating on the leaves
On a distant shoreline, she waves her arms to me
As all the thought police, are closing in for sleep
The dilly dally, of my bright lit stay
The steam of my misfortunes
Has given me the power to be afraid
And in my mind I'm everyone
And in my mind
Without a care in this whole world
Without a care in this life
It's what you take that makes it right
Hidden thoughts and alibis
My secret thoughts come alive
Without a care in this whole world
Without a care in this life
Will you help me understand
And I believe in you
Goodnight, to every little hour that you sleep tite
May it hold you through the winter of a long night
And keep you from the loneliness of yourself
Heart strung is your heart frayed and empty
Cause it's hard luck, when no one understands your love
It's unsung, and I say
Goodnight, my love, to every hour in every day
Be careful not to let the bedbugs sleep tight nestled in your covers
The sun shines but I don't
A silver rain will wash away
And you can't tell, it's just as well
Ain't it funny how we pretend we're still a child
To my mistakes, to my mistakes of cowardice
She shimmy shakes, the jimmy jakes of consequence
And tell me I am still
The man I'm supposed to be
I won't deny the pain
I won't deny the change
Born of the airs and dues, my airs of madness do declare
That it's ok, it's .
It's what you wanted to see, it's who you wanted to be
For what you needed to need,
it's who you know
Can I look up to you as you look down on me
Can I feel in to you as you felt in to me
I can't help what you see, I can't help but to be
For what I needed to need
Love, it's who you know
smashing pumpkins
Monday, January 08, 2007
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