sexta-feira, 30 de janeiro de 2009
Ha sonhos que nos acordam...
A interdisciplinaridade das varias secçoes da vida, proporciona um cruzamento artistico que é subaproveitado, pelo menos em mim. Ate doi como nao se condensam os universos por um bem maior e se fragmenta tudo arrumado em prateleiras. Falham esteticas e ate imageticas de um eu que se tenta tornar tao terreno. Ilusao? Afinidades por retratos psicadelicos e de direcçoes diferentes sustentam-se para a sustentaçao da integridade de algo que so nao pode ser comum. Nem que seja por sons experimentais, pouco cerebrais e em tudo viscerais, a mistura tem um resultado. Procura-se a excelencia, por muito que seja magestosa ou retorcida, com sincopes desconectadas pelo meio mas com o intuito de chegar ao fim. O fim de cada um é o fim que cada um tem que ter porque o quer ter. Nao podemos gravitar todos na mesma orbita, seja ela hedonista, racionalista e meticulosamente consciente de tudo o que integra cliches ou simplesmente glamourosa. O universo é a reverberaçao de mim, de ti, de nos... Apesar da existencia do nosso fado ex libris, rejeite-se o ambiente nostalgico (nao se faz aqui o incentivo do esquecer de um passado, nem de o recuperar). Unam-se! Seja essa uniao fomentada por provocaçao fisica ou empatia intelectual.
No fim:
Ouse-se entre paradoxos e provocaçoes. Recrutem os soldados que quiserem e deem-les comprimidos de experimentalismo alucinado. Pode ser que ainjam o vosso sonho... Nao é a inquietante invocaçao de um mundo à beira do abismo. É a ordem caotica, a apologia da ligaçao e aclamaçao daquilo que me faz feliz a mim e do que te faz feliz a ti ou ao mundo! Façam o vosso final, o que vos preenche. Nao ha nenhum demode por isso nao queiram sempre finais apoteoticos e apocalipticos (como este)!
Como eu ja escrevi aqui e porque faz parte de mim, "O olfacto é o sentido que esta mais perto das emoçoes."!
Para qualquer pessoa que alguma vez se tenha interrogado sobre a natureza humana ou tenha curiosidade sobre os segredos do corpo e da mente, O Aroma do Desejo é uma visita guiada fascinante e objectiva à psicologia e à biologia do nosso sentido mais menosprezado, o sentido do olfacto.
Virginia Woolf said:
"You cannot find peace by avoiding life, Leonard."
quarta-feira, 28 de janeiro de 2009
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Somos um dois a pensar mas o dois em um é o desejo em mim...
inspirado doismileoito
segunda-feira, 26 de janeiro de 2009
domingo, 25 de janeiro de 2009
Nao consigo resistir...
Tonight I feel it closer
And I can almost touch it
To you this may be nothing, it's something to me
This raging light
David Fonseca
sábado, 24 de janeiro de 2009
Nao ter nada para fazer, é mau. Nao passa!
Se ao menos se pudesse nadar...
Nada!
Se ao menos se pudesse jogar as cartas...
Joga!
sexta-feira, 23 de janeiro de 2009
Porque as vezes sabe bem e quer-se... Nada Fazer!
Ou entao faz-se qualquer coisa, ouve-se a chuva :)
Together In Electric Dreams / Little Respect - Sudoeste 2008
2 fragmento(s) de riso Aromatizada por Clau à(s) 15:57
David Fonseca
Ainda que nao sejam musicas do coraçao, ficaram dentro. Porque so quem la esteve percebe. Grande, grande momento...
quarta-feira, 21 de janeiro de 2009
- Mete-me no correio e envia-me para a morada dos aspirantes sem divagaçoes, por favor!
domingo, 18 de janeiro de 2009
Tã Bonitoooooooo!!!
You wait, little girl, on an empty stage
For fate to turn the light on
Rogers & Hammerstein
My Angel! Clipped wings, I know.
Wanders in darkness, on grimy ground.
In a forest, unclean, unsound.
Everything, everything's gone wild.
Make land for the cows to graze,
Leaflets scatter around to advertise.
Sellout....
A swamp, in it hands streched out
To catch a passing dime.
Donations to the rich,
Widened opavements for the poor,
Somewhere else to lie.
But my friend the carriage door
Stands slightly ajar,
And I know clipped wings make uneasy flight,
But we've gotta reach!
A place where the feast never ends,
When the music celebrates.
In a time when darkness belongs
To night's skies and
Nothing else.
Tomorrow my spirit's seen,
Fears today my mind,
Soul aches to deep,
Always craves my body to reach
A place where the feast never ends
A moment when the music celebrates
And a time where darkness belongs to night's skies and
Nothing else!
Archive
Maravilhoso!!!
sábado, 17 de janeiro de 2009
I am the key to the lock in your house
That keeps your toys in the basement
And if you get too far inside
You'll only see my reflection
It's always best when the covers up
I am the pick in the ice
Do not cry out or hit the alarm
You know we're friends till we die
And either way you turn
I'll be there
Open up your skull
I'll be there
Climbing up the walls
It's always best when the light is off
It's always better on the outside
Fifteen blows to the back of your head
Fifteen blows to your mind
So lock the kids up safe tonight
Shut the eyes in the cupboard
I've got the smell of a local man
Who's got the loneliest fear
That either way you turn
I'll be there
Open up your skull
I'll be there
Climbing up the walls
Climbing up the walls
Climbing up the walls
Radiohead
I am no good for you, I'm seeing gohsts and everything.
I do!!!
Sia
Death Cab for Cutie
You keep saying
You got something for me
Something you call love
But confess
You've been a'messin'
Where you shouldn't 've
Been a'messin'
And now someone else
Is getting all your best
Well, these boots
Are made for walking,
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days
These boots are gonna
Walk all over you
You keep lyin'
When you oughta be truthin'
You keep losing
When you oughta not bet
You keep samin'
When you oughta be
A'changin'
What's right is right
But you ain't been right yet
These boots are made for walking,
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days
These boots are gonna
Walk all over you
You keep playing
Where you shouldn't be playing
And you keep thinking
That you'll never get burnt
Well, I've just found me
A brand new box of matches
And what he knows
You ain't had time to learn
These boots are made for walking,
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days
These boots are gonna
Walk all over you
Are you ready, boots?
Start walkin'
Nancy Sinatra
Lindo RR :)
sexta-feira, 16 de janeiro de 2009
Para que?
quarta-feira, 14 de janeiro de 2009
Um dia ficarei livre. Quando isso acontecer, atiro ao mar a rosa vermelha, suspiro sonhos escarlates e tento devorar a tua essencia. É um desafio a alcançar com o brilho que so quem cintila consegue recolher. Se um dia foste (tiveste) algum espirito, hoje nao passas de um holograma. O pior que conseguiste foi fazer-me arrepender!
Se eu sou um floco de neve, tu es um cubo de gelo...
I'm the girl you never met but I'm the girl who's in your head!
Rita Redshoes
In the cold light of morning while everyone is yawning,
you’re high
In the cold light of morning the party gets boring,
you're high
As your skin starts a scratchin', wave yesterdays actions goodbye
Forget past indiscretions
And stolen possessions
You’re high
In the cold light
In the cold light of morning while everyone’s yawning
You’re high
In the cold light of morning
You’re drunk sick from whoring and high
Staring back from the mirror's
A face that you don’t recognise
It’s a loser, a sinner, a cock in a dildo’s disguise
In the cold light
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
As your skin starts a scratchin'
And wave yesterdays action goodbye
Forget past indiscretions
And stolen possessions.
You’re high
In the cold light of day
Tomorrow’s only a kettle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Away
In the cold light of day
Placebo
I still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don't want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can't trace time
I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're going through
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don't tell t hem to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Where's your shame
You've left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But you can't trace time
Strange fascination, fascinating me
Changes are taking the pace I'm going through
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Pretty soon you're gonna get a little older
Time may change me
But I can't trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can't trace time
David Bowie
segunda-feira, 12 de janeiro de 2009
Numa (ainda mais) breve sinopse:
Efluvios inebriantes e pior, vibrantes que fazem vibrar consomem a capacidade de sintese e neste tempo, tambem de fotosintese. Nao ha como explicar e muito menos perceber o porque do retorno de onde nao se quis partir, quanto mais chegar. A razao ate se encontra na epiderme de uma decencia que as vezes entedia mas tambem guia, sem no entanto preencher os poros. Ha um vazio que envolve tanto e faz pairar cada vez mais numa magia que talvez nao seja azul, mas a mim nao me contempla...
domingo, 11 de janeiro de 2009
DB Boulevard
Velhinha mas sempre no coraçao :)
I'll tie your legs
Keep you against my chest
Oh you're not rid of me
Yeah you're not rid of me
I'll make you lick my injuries
I'm gonna twist your head off, see?
Till you say don't you wish you never never met her?
You're not rid of me
PJ Harvey
sábado, 10 de janeiro de 2009
Hier, Aujourd'hui et TOUJOURS!!!
Be careful what you wish for, it might come true...
quinta-feira, 8 de janeiro de 2009
(...)
Todas as conversas vao dar ao sexo e nao sei como isto aconteceu, como nos tornamos tao banais e comuns, nos e o sexo, a melhor de todas as terapias.
Vemo-nos num enigma entre o que nos atreviamos a fazer e o que toda a gente faz. Entre o que descobrimos e a forma disparatada como o descrevem em todos os jornais e revistas.
Isolados no campo ou em plena cidade, nao ha como nao pensar nisso.
(...)
É o revivalismo da maxima arte, a vingança dos lençois.
Please, inventem uma nova abordagem, vamos estar mais à frente voltando atras, reconhecermos o potencial para podermos saborear a loucura de todas as possibilidades.
(...)
Voltar a descobrir os segredos escondidos de trocar beijos e sensaçoes, deambular pelos fetiches e por em pratica as fantasias.
Saber como nos sabe a outra coisa quando nos toca no coraçao(...)para nao perder o rumo e sorrir tranquilo com cada coisa no seu sitio.
(...)
Assumir que se o amor é do bem, o sexo tem que ser do bom.
(...)
Deambulem nas opçoes e tenham atençao as palavras, aos dominios a que se podem ajustar. Se resultam, tirem a roupa ou mais qualquer coisa e passem um bom Inverno...
adaptado RKL
terça-feira, 6 de janeiro de 2009
Soon We'll Be Found
Come along it is the break of day
Surely now, you'll have some things to say
It's not the time for telling tales on me
So come along, it wont be long
'Til we return happy
Shut your eyes, there are no lies
In this world we call sleep
Let's desert this day of hurt
Tomorrow we'll be free
Let's not fight I'm tired can't we just sleep tonight
Don't Turn away it's just there's nothing left here to say
Turn around I know we're lost but soon we'll be found
Well it's been rough but we'll be just fine
Work it out yeah we'll survive
You mustn't let a few bad times dictate
So come along, it wont be long
'Til we return happy
Shut your eyes, there are no lies
In this world we call sleep
Let's desert this day of work
Tomorrow we'll be free
Let's not fight I'm tired can't we just sleep tonight
Don't turn away it's just there's nothing left here to say
Turn around I know we're lost but soon we'll be found
Sia
segunda-feira, 5 de janeiro de 2009
Contemplating cutting the cord of "home"
Venture out, embrace with relish the unknown
Wide eyed desire, courageously seeking new ground
Consideration stacked upon causal factors found
You are the Sterling silver keys to the cause
I entertain my motives without a pause
Moonbeams on my sacred seeds of simple reasons
From the comfort of simple roots to higher visions
I always figured if I left it'd be ascribed to running
I am settled in this skin of mine, reborn - shivering
I need not justify this decision of mine
Spread my rainbowed wings, its time
As rain drops from the flower petals, fears fall away
Courage is found in a dark and misty new day
Adaptado Catherine Wrangham
