daqui

de alguém que admira muito

passe time

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

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

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

«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
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Hieronymus Bosch: As Tentações de Santo Antão (detalhe).