tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238424722024-03-08T03:00:02.171+00:003rd lookum olhar diferente sobre as coisas. um novo paradigma.. para um blog reinventado. uma caixa de pandora.maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.comBlogger121125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23842472.post-91296589363817984552010-02-17T22:17:00.002+00:002010-02-17T22:22:31.447+00:00les poissons bizarres<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"the first time i saw it.. i wanted to kiss it"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">..and so she kissed them<br /><br /></span></span></div>maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23842472.post-62325332663349704652010-01-31T11:33:00.004+00:002010-01-31T11:59:21.707+00:00Não tão longe do sitio de onde viemos..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4rqIoXgBtnRnMlQ_7zjbuiPMrXcY09wG0wU526I_NKFpP0kraIUv0Jkp2LCLPGVi_O0YjG7quiykmZTjwbdVgGBv6v-47vFwYBT8eZeIZzIEx8C3InBFwrFspIgsNPYUKb0Uc/s1600-h/20100116_IMG_1121.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4rqIoXgBtnRnMlQ_7zjbuiPMrXcY09wG0wU526I_NKFpP0kraIUv0Jkp2LCLPGVi_O0YjG7quiykmZTjwbdVgGBv6v-47vFwYBT8eZeIZzIEx8C3InBFwrFspIgsNPYUKb0Uc/s320/20100116_IMG_1121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432866397415459506" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">incrivel como um dia de sol nos pode fazer sentir iguais a nós.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">pensava que a ordem destas ruas, das suas pessoas me fosse alinhar com a mente mais cedo. pensava que precisava mais desta ordem tão europa-central.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">é como arrumar o quarto. é uma ordem aparente.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">em redor tudo limpo e suave à vista.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">por dentro tudo revolto e mal empoleirado.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">a tentar dar regras à minha caixa, esforço-me em construir distâncias coerentes entre os meus pertences. maiores ou menores.. os segmentos apenas se adequam a fluidez errática de uma art-nouveau aqui.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">tal como em casa.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"> </span><br /></span></div>maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23842472.post-540975106429779342010-01-31T00:16:00.003+00:002010-01-31T00:48:00.566+00:00o bando do circo<div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">vou chegar a casa e vou dormir. aqui ainda me é estranha muita coisa.. ainda nao encontrei o meu conforto.<br />um passo.. dois passos.. uma algazarra no meio do meu caminho.<br /><br />pararam aqui a sua caravana.<br />um bando de personagens diferentes, quase cómicas, convidou-me a sentar no seu tapete de cores desbotadas.<br />o mestre de cerimónias perguntou-me o nome e de seguida apresentou-me o seu clã. a mulher de longos cabelos louros, a escura cigana com a sua bola de cristal. o timido atirador de facas e o domador de feras. a frágil contorcionista irrequieta! e o mágico.. com a cartola balouçando em repouso na sua mão esguia.<br />olha-me com ar de quem nao precisa, e a quem nao interessa olhar. talvez lhe baste so uma palavra, uma mágica, para me chegar.<br /><br />sentados aqui a esta quase-luz parecem-me antigos amigos, vividos e cansados da existência de circo. vão partir em breve. e nem tive tempo de os conhecer.<br /><br />o mestre já foi à frente. o mágico está a ir.. nao vai tardar até irem todos.<br />deixam-me apenas com um retalho do seu tapete.<br /><br /></span></span></div>maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23842472.post-33999564721802433292010-01-21T18:17:00.002+00:002010-01-21T18:28:45.555+00:00O mundo num penico..<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Escrevo a quem lê,<br /><br />"O mundo é um penico"<br />já não sei a quem ouvi esta verdade, mas cada vez mais me espanto com a dimensão que isto pode querer dizer. Especialmente quando se sai para ver o tal do 'mundo'.<br /></span></span></span><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Estes 3 meses vao agora na segunda semana.. muitos dias de viagem estão no programa e vou querer contá-los a alguém.<br /></span></span></span><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Talvez um pouco fora do registo habitual.. mas obviamente mais uma experiencia de contador de histórias.<br /><br />m, Brno<br /><br /></span></span></span></div>maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23842472.post-21378515438656120002010-01-09T02:13:00.002+00:002010-01-09T02:16:16.605+00:00na vespera de (nao) partir<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">indecente nao escrever nada.<br />indecente guardar tudo para mim.<br />indecente no minimo.<br /><br />fica tudo para mim. a ver se me ajuda a crescer.<br /><br />* vemo nos em breve<br /></span></span></div>maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23842472.post-23786666870911462872009-10-21T17:53:00.004+00:002009-10-21T18:13:21.000+00:00FEELINGPULLEDAPARTBYHORSES<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDGzjdn_cUOMCoHGVa8-a9O7TVXpEbRV9uYX-e-S9R_Lr6ZJa-MB3ZyIHZd2zL-X7eHy-5-e-Gz3Efe2_haWC47hkCvoKoVkXG42a5E0jr1aGq9OV_rJTPndLxmxHROLuCffDx/s1600-h/20091021_IMG_0549.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDGzjdn_cUOMCoHGVa8-a9O7TVXpEbRV9uYX-e-S9R_Lr6ZJa-MB3ZyIHZd2zL-X7eHy-5-e-Gz3Efe2_haWC47hkCvoKoVkXG42a5E0jr1aGq9OV_rJTPndLxmxHROLuCffDx/s320/20091021_IMG_0549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395113963296944130" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Feeling Pulled Apart by Horses</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The Hollow Earth</span><br /><br /></span></span></span></div><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23842472.post-70485122626998767572009-09-30T23:25:00.001+00:002009-09-30T23:28:29.175+00:00These Days<div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">I've been out walking<br />I don't do too much talking<br />These days, these days.<br />These days I seem to think a lot<br />About the things that I forgot to do<br />And all the times I had the chance to.<br /><br />I've stopped my rambling,<br />I don't do too much gambling<br />These days, these days.<br />These days I seem to think about<br />How all the changes came about my ways<br />And I wonder if I'll see another highway.<br /><br />I had a lover,<br />I don't think I'll risk another<br />These days, these days.<br />And if I seem to be afraid<br />To live the life that I have made in song<br />It's just that I've been losing so long..<br /><br /><br />I've stopped my dreaming,<br />I won't do too much scheming<br />These days, these days.<br />These days I sit on corner stones<br />And count the time in quarter tones to ten.<br />Please don't confront me with my failures,<br />I had not forgotten them.<br /><br /><br />These Days - St. Vincent (Nico cover)<br /><br /></div>maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23842472.post-39538179188681108462009-08-13T21:52:00.004+00:002009-08-13T22:23:37.437+00:00Paredes de Coura 09<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVxy1qZx633Dm_wH8_eZd1KkVV0UqI6pLHD_Ef-7REFVhVZ0aQDyFmKRHCwFvDDOClVYMAK1zoYA4JOjor_9BsqsGiv1FFPWxtOkSnCRRUwkPcsF5YHuFw9Cg70iEyuVjCsr3Z/s1600-h/20090731_IMG_0105.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVxy1qZx633Dm_wH8_eZd1KkVV0UqI6pLHD_Ef-7REFVhVZ0aQDyFmKRHCwFvDDOClVYMAK1zoYA4JOjor_9BsqsGiv1FFPWxtOkSnCRRUwkPcsF5YHuFw9Cg70iEyuVjCsr3Z/s320/20090731_IMG_0105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369572685185818642" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">quando se fala em paredes de coura. é aqui<br />lá bem longe do sitio onde estamos agora<br /><br />onde se fala de musica, e onde os velhotitos se sentam com o seu melhor sorriso a ver a juventude a passar.<br /><br />'Paredes de Coura' foi uma boa aposta este ano. de agradecer ao novo amigo Joao Carvalho.. a bitter Peaches e o reservado tio Trent.<br /><br /><br /></div>maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23842472.post-83043171217204276242009-07-06T00:30:00.002+00:002009-07-06T00:31:44.986+00:00iodine sky<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB9K4LvEYXN4DDeTsy1MyJcJDeci0SfswNKsgq9b8cHl49S0D7wUYRfFiVKLmjg67ky0i3jSsLkKhDKQwTBguZbbSOWBTrw5cEw3aUqB38y_Ip1s_2Rrq17h7QEKMmI2v2zfCK/s1600-h/DSC00854.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB9K4LvEYXN4DDeTsy1MyJcJDeci0SfswNKsgq9b8cHl49S0D7wUYRfFiVKLmjg67ky0i3jSsLkKhDKQwTBguZbbSOWBTrw5cEw3aUqB38y_Ip1s_2Rrq17h7QEKMmI2v2zfCK/s320/DSC00854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355138214207237794" border="0" /></a>maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23842472.post-50367686006749478422009-07-05T23:28:00.003+00:002009-07-05T23:40:33.150+00:00Tertulia Martins Vieira<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"a razao de viver é somente<br /> aceitar de forma gostosa as virtudes. ou seriam os limites..?"<br /><br />rio me quando dizes que és antiga.<br />realmente já nao se dizem coisas destas nos dias de hoje<br /><br />* catarina<br /><br /><br /></span></span></div>maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23842472.post-19723237713428333262009-06-19T00:18:00.002+00:002009-06-19T00:21:36.915+00:00proud<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicg4aK8vWDFOeahjK7mPN0VzriwfAS1XgzzoVLy9vXe681RGNxX8XbkWZLUo1GwwUuq7rQYF3Bd7PIsDuATaaAo7bzYb5OXTaZle6I3OMzsRWa4B2MCDvRzwnUmG9tsOhcfdV7/s1600-h/DSC01379.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicg4aK8vWDFOeahjK7mPN0VzriwfAS1XgzzoVLy9vXe681RGNxX8XbkWZLUo1GwwUuq7rQYF3Bd7PIsDuATaaAo7bzYb5OXTaZle6I3OMzsRWa4B2MCDvRzwnUmG9tsOhcfdV7/s320/DSC01379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348826718935311778" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"><br />Why shouldn't i be?</span><br /></div>maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23842472.post-43777935262730416032009-06-03T23:07:00.003+00:002009-06-03T23:13:40.609+00:00bela androginia<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">conseguisse eu desenhar esta imagem que tenho na cabeça..<br /><br />destituida de cor e materia. longos cabelos transparentes. elegante figura androgina.<br />vontade concreta, fugidia. falha por onde escorre a dor de poder nao existir.<br />por tal nao lhe vejo a cara.<br />por tal nao sei bem quem é.<br /><br /></span></span></div>maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23842472.post-67965254371292561652009-05-10T17:43:00.004+00:002009-05-10T17:49:25.310+00:00metaforas da infancia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQm924AJBBkL8U2yMn3g7tLNwdbHzGLEeAdy06ivpnkSjipund0ymT9iF8pq2YlfzZ6-y5pqF0-oKGfRBEqTGf-ob908K0J9dnYWyc1ln0nF4lQZ7929x78qr4wO3LPkkYZPq4/s1600-h/scan008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQm924AJBBkL8U2yMn3g7tLNwdbHzGLEeAdy06ivpnkSjipund0ymT9iF8pq2YlfzZ6-y5pqF0-oKGfRBEqTGf-ob908K0J9dnYWyc1ln0nF4lQZ7929x78qr4wO3LPkkYZPq4/s320/scan008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334252568907367394" border="0" /></a>maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23842472.post-41184084596846551602009-04-23T22:35:00.003+00:002009-04-23T22:38:14.922+00:00paz de nada<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiy_7AMWP0LKZgxzY-FfQ4nJ02VBOhVdOfYSAuzk2NmQPDOYMQjkcAagHNdtsH0TmRgwhQHabHqy8nIxK_uUwIUG_bo5NCZIUcgox1Ec8grlWNIfvz6FGgIajzbEYvtikGLar4/s1600-h/DSC01119.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiy_7AMWP0LKZgxzY-FfQ4nJ02VBOhVdOfYSAuzk2NmQPDOYMQjkcAagHNdtsH0TmRgwhQHabHqy8nIxK_uUwIUG_bo5NCZIUcgox1Ec8grlWNIfvz6FGgIajzbEYvtikGLar4/s320/DSC01119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328019408550535362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />um bocadinho desta paz.<br />Obrigado. de nada.<br /></span></span></div>maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23842472.post-32940159461729232192009-02-16T01:05:00.002+00:002009-02-16T01:10:55.724+00:00..dont look back in anger<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />and so, Sally can wait<br />she knows it's too late as we're walking on by<br />her soul slides away<br />but don't look back in anger<br />i heard you say<br /><br />at least not today.<br /><br /></span></span></div>maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23842472.post-74068344269791759992009-02-14T23:28:00.003+00:002009-02-14T23:37:55.076+00:00Yelena Yemchuk<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZZXebvUQvpg65BBNV6rs-1bjowse67tGrgnNXEzGZr2jcgPw0kw3qHNCO3ZbfIRJYBQbZRCRMFPMKAQvKVBEjhtPWqNZhGtyswU2PIsyUJBs-uhQm9CYXdafPhhaER8A4Og5D/s1600-h/Picture+17.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZZXebvUQvpg65BBNV6rs-1bjowse67tGrgnNXEzGZr2jcgPw0kw3qHNCO3ZbfIRJYBQbZRCRMFPMKAQvKVBEjhtPWqNZhGtyswU2PIsyUJBs-uhQm9CYXdafPhhaER8A4Og5D/s320/Picture+17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302800686003526850" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">www.art-dept.com/artists/yemchuk/index.html</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span><br /></span></div>maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23842472.post-81558575508367592602008-12-08T21:56:00.001+00:002008-12-08T21:59:24.594+00:00"lomo touch"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHXq2IH2r5iPPB0QWE0TGu3krtfngYCRP-dv4cp_Yd6xwZZS732G7rk4mj4fMG2REUxFfnZImvOeKSKwL3yKR3HW2iEl-SOo2T9wdpmcaHN7ZQ-UHtnCHaRVY7ZRONvSQZi47M/s1600-h/F1000013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHXq2IH2r5iPPB0QWE0TGu3krtfngYCRP-dv4cp_Yd6xwZZS732G7rk4mj4fMG2REUxFfnZImvOeKSKwL3yKR3HW2iEl-SOo2T9wdpmcaHN7ZQ-UHtnCHaRVY7ZRONvSQZi47M/s320/F1000013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277542155270860274" border="0" /></a>maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23842472.post-71074041450181677952008-10-17T18:22:00.002+00:002008-10-17T18:28:37.049+00:00no seguimento desta merda..<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >Reúne-se o crescente criticismo com a cada vez menor susceptibilidade. olhos que mais sentem e menos dormem. mãos firmes. hipoteca do espaço que antes se tocara.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >a intenção é provocar. testar a consistência dos sonhos.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >A inércia de tudo isto é enorme!</span><br /><br /></div>maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23842472.post-32547150851904735302008-10-17T18:09:00.002+00:002008-10-17T18:22:08.539+00:00explicação de nada<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">"Mãe, eu já não sou quem era</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">agora tenho a minha guerra</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">a minha luta privada</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">ainda ouço a canção da lua</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">só já não me afasta do nada</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Mãe, a vida é esta merda</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">dela só o cheiro se herda</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">trocamos sonhos por qualquer porcaria</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">canta de novo a canção da lua</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">enquanto não chega o dia</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> "</span><br /><br /><br />- "."<br /></div>maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23842472.post-47564893214012923572008-07-03T18:15:00.003+00:002008-07-03T18:22:19.637+00:00Sweden<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRXuW8EU0evSccNAbMHise8X8_IG0SdwPzTfq1OeOh-qFeM0jdvkahtj6FrWWT6fxiqm7RCtl6RTEYOqI_lkVrNtC_0x7QVnRnR4KmQ1W8gaP5jgL2Gvy_GnZpf8Ejp4LGbYCY/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRXuW8EU0evSccNAbMHise8X8_IG0SdwPzTfq1OeOh-qFeM0jdvkahtj6FrWWT6fxiqm7RCtl6RTEYOqI_lkVrNtC_0x7QVnRnR4KmQ1W8gaP5jgL2Gvy_GnZpf8Ejp4LGbYCY/s320/DSC00072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218853574149976914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >devia sair mais vezes.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >tenho um fetiche por me perder na imensidão.<br /><br /></span></div>maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23842472.post-57616785833970395402008-06-17T23:23:00.003+00:002008-06-17T23:41:36.522+00:00punchdrunk<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">Where did I park my car?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">if I found it I would drive so far from here</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">the city streets are dim</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">and my hands are tempted once again</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">to give in..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">I'm having trouble seeing</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">I'm punchdrunk and</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">I need to find a way back home</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">it'd be a miracle if you'd oblige</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">I will survive</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">on this island i am stuck</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">could you correct my crooked luck tonight?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">on the road my thumb is out</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">I'm hitchin' home tonight I am without a name</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">where was it that I lived?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">well nevermind just take me with you</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">and forget..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">the lack of information</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">I'm punchdrunk and</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">I need to find a way back home</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">it'd be a miracle if you'd oblige</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">I will survive</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">on this island I am stuck</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">could you correct my crooked luck tonight?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">I will survive</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">tonight I wander and I roam</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">just lookin' for a way back home tonight</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">the sun is coming up</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">I think I've had my fill</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">wait, who the fuck are you?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">where did I park my car?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">please forgive my..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">lack of information</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">I'm punchdrunk and</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">I need to find a way back home</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">it'd be a miracle, ohhh</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">I will survive</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">tonight I wander and I roam</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">just lookin' for a way back home tonight</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">spare me.. a ride, a ride tonight</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">spare me.. a ride, a ride tonight</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">..On this island I am stuck</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">could you correct my crooked luck tonight?<br /><br /><br />Incubus - 'punchdrunk'<br /></span></div>maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23842472.post-8670275625332968652008-05-14T18:10:00.004+00:002008-05-14T18:34:01.093+00:00complexo de Deus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB9vZXY27Z-1QnO7irrc118ZB4vMAQzaDiCPsyrkXPS6SOAhc4wOTwefzqbFcOtAF5SpF0cFo-X8amypi-_u3PGgTkRhZoouE4VyGDebodfwRJQUpexjwGh7M5_-DHAmka9FV7/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB9vZXY27Z-1QnO7irrc118ZB4vMAQzaDiCPsyrkXPS6SOAhc4wOTwefzqbFcOtAF5SpF0cFo-X8amypi-_u3PGgTkRhZoouE4VyGDebodfwRJQUpexjwGh7M5_-DHAmka9FV7/s320/DSC00025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200303261615302882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">nunca altruísmo me soou tanto a desejo de omnipotência.<br /><br /></span></div>maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23842472.post-7475288962863121612008-05-07T23:19:00.002+00:002008-05-07T23:36:24.092+00:00a.. knife prty<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">"my knife it's sharp and chrome</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">come see inside my bones</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">all of the fiends are on the block</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">I'm the new king</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">I taste the queen</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">in here we are all anemic</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">in here anemic and sweet</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">so go get your knife</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">and come in so go get your knife</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">and lay down</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">so go get your knife now kiss me<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">I can float here forever</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">in this room we can't touch</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">the floor in here</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">we're all anemic</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">in here</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">anemic and sweet so"<br /><br /><br />hb dear pony.<br />it feels as it sounds.. like a prty. a knife prty.<br /><br /></span></div>maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23842472.post-24404487545185730532008-04-28T18:29:00.002+00:002008-04-28T18:42:44.453+00:00zen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEvQti92trvfJqoJhs2bn0tgETubocVAbxnT5cFoSoNQom_rZzmRBmMJxOQhZ5A4s1j3KRCGVHsKw6IH_ZhJQn_PzhySs2FD2u9UfkDU5NXBDhWUYQgMzkg7uCUSEWeIcstK6A/s1600-h/132.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEvQti92trvfJqoJhs2bn0tgETubocVAbxnT5cFoSoNQom_rZzmRBmMJxOQhZ5A4s1j3KRCGVHsKw6IH_ZhJQn_PzhySs2FD2u9UfkDU5NXBDhWUYQgMzkg7uCUSEWeIcstK6A/s320/132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194366362167801890" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">zen.. </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">zen era poder viver aqui.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">aprender a tocar umas cordas graves.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">vocalizar umas notas ate me doerem as cordas vocais. bem alto.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">ter um sofa branco virado ao michigan. num fim de tarde. num dia cheio de nuvens.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">sentir um fundo quente num imenso silencio.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">ah.. belo.</span><br /></div>maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23842472.post-7412895518502264222008-04-24T19:40:00.002+00:002008-04-24T19:54:55.213+00:00crónica de alguns dias<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqOieA1Kj3V8btjXLRWitgUt0J5RTDAuRICG2STF35B-gnuIpF1QX2LtYUBelGueQcYcpilGS4uQMhOOt97O9cUKYzSWFR8asX4gRPWV8PdBXitIu4p3KHlaqChV3GYZdF134a/s1600-h/DSC05437.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqOieA1Kj3V8btjXLRWitgUt0J5RTDAuRICG2STF35B-gnuIpF1QX2LtYUBelGueQcYcpilGS4uQMhOOt97O9cUKYzSWFR8asX4gRPWV8PdBXitIu4p3KHlaqChV3GYZdF134a/s320/DSC05437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192899325893539858" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">vamos. abro o vidro e vamos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">eu e a musica que já voou até ao amigo do lado. hoje apetece me achar que ele também deveria gostar deste meu barulho.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">criou-se uma atmosfera de baixo e bateria onde flutua uma voz de lâmina. ou de um sarcasmo. ou de palavras banais. ou de noites drogadas. amor não tão ortodoxo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">sobem-me pela nuca, à volta do pescoço.. num curto respirar tenho uma imagem para cada um destes sons.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">grito de dentro ate deixar de sentir os lábios e a cabeça. instala-se um transe e eu admito esse meu ritmo.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">chego me mais perto a mim.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">estou sem ar mas não morro.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">sei e estou comigo.</span><br /><br /></div>maghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17063082233048921533noreply@blogger.com0