Penedo do Sono III (The end)

Porto Santo Agosto de 2008

Penedo do Sono II

Esta é para a Radioflyur (Carolina M C) que está a esturricar no interior de um atelier. Já puseste a toalha molhada à frente da ventoinha? (pode ser que refresque o ar). Para o ano vamos todos para o Penedo do Sono.

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Cheated Hearts

Cheated by
The opposite of love
Held on high
From up up up above
Kept my high
From the second one
Kept my eye
On the first one

Now take these rings
And stow them safe away
I'll wear them on
Another rainy day
Take these rings
And stow them safe away
I'll wear them on
Another rainy day

Take these rings
And stow them safe away
I'll wear them on
Another rainy day
Take these rings
And stow them safe away
I'll wear them on
Another rainy day

Well I'm
Taka-taka-taka-taka-takin' it off
And she's
Taka-taka-taka-taka-takin' it off
And he's
Taka-taka-taka-taka-takin' it off
And we're
Taka-taka-taka-taka-takin' it off

Sometimes
I think that I'm bigger
Than the sound
I think that I'm bigger
Than the sound
I think that I'm bigger
than the sound
I think that I'm bigger
Than the sound

She'll take on high
She'll take on high-igh

Well sometimes
I think that I'm bigger
Than the sound
I think that I'm bigger
Than the sound
I think that I'm bigger
Than the sound
Well I think that I'm bigger
Than the sound

Cheated by
The opposite of love
Held on high
From up up up above
Kept my eye
From the first one
Kept my high
From the second one

Now take these rings
And stow them safe away
I'll wear them on
Another rainy day
Take these rings
And stow them safe away
I'll wear them on
Another rainy day

Now take these rings
And stow them safe away
I'll wear them on
Another rainy day
Take these rings
And stow them safe away
I'll wear them on
Another rainy day

Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Penedo do Sono

Porto Santo 2008

Jack in the box

Elysian Fields

Everybody knows

Everybody knows that I love you
Everybody knows that I need you
Everybody knows that I do, except you

I told the stars above
About the one I love
I told the morning sun
Yeah I'm telling everyone
I told my mum and dad
They seemed to understand
And I'll get through to you
If it's the last thing that I do

Everybody knows that I love you
Everybody knows that I need you
Everybody knows that I do, except you

Everybody knows that I live for you
Everybody knows that I adore you
Everybody knows that it's true, except you

I told all of my friends
Again and again and again
I drove them round the bend
So now you're my only friend
I told the passers by
I made a small boy cry
And I'll get through to you
If it's the last thing that I do

'Cos everybody knows that I love you
Everybody knows that I need you
Everybody knows that I do, except you

I'm going crazy baby
What do I have to do?
You know I love you baby
Maybe you love me too
Everybody knows that I live for you
Everybody knows that I adore you
Everybody knows that it's true, except you
Except you, except you, except you
How come everybody knows, except you?

Oh everybody knows that I love you
And everybody knows that I need you
Everybody knows that I do, except you


Divine Comedy

My name

Why don't you ask me
How long I've been waiting
Set down on the road
With the gunshots exploding
I'm waiting for you
In the gloom and the blazing
I'm waiting for you

I sing like a slave I know
I should know better
I've learned all my lessons
Right down to the letter
And still I go on like this
Year after year
Waiting for miracles
And shaking with fear

Why don't you answer
Why don't you come save me
Show me how to use
All these things
That you gave me
Turn me inside out
So my bones can save me
Turn me inside out

You've come this close
You can come even closer
The gunshots get louder
And the world spins faster
And things just get further
And further apart
The head from the hands
And the hands from the heart

One thing that's true
Is the way that I love him
The earth down below
And the sky up above him
And still I go on like this
Day after day
Still I go on like this

Now I've said this
I already feel stronger
I can't keep waiting for you
Any longer
I need you now
Not someday
When I'm ready
Come down on the road
Come down on the road

My name, my nam
Nothing is the same
I won't go back
The way I came


Lhasa de Sela, The Living Road

queda inversa

Marta Freitas, grafite, lápis de cor, e feltro sobre canson.

pianíssimo

Porto Santo

de 5 de Agosto a 14 de Agosto

Aos poucos, que acompanham esta coisa desgovernada e insana, que muda de nome de vez em quando, devo avisar que na data acima descrita provavelmente não irei postar.
Porque a dona deste lugar sem referência vai a banhos. Porto Santo e depois de 15 a 19 na Madeira (a ilha maior).
E quem quiser conhecer o Porto Santo, ou vai ao google e faz uma busca, ou então desloca-se ao sítio.
Boas férias, para quem as tiver nesta mesma altura.

PEHDTSCKJMBA

Tom Waits, no seu melhor.

Chocolate Jesus

Dont go to church on sunday
Dont get on my knees to pray
Dont memorize the books of the bible
I got my own special way
Bit I know jesus loves me
Maybe just a little bit more

I fall on my knees every sunday
At zerelda lees candy store

Well its got to be a chocolate jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate jesus
Keep me satisfied

Well I dont want no anna zabba
Dont want no almond joy
There aint nothing better
Suitable for this boy
Well its the only thing
That can pick me up
Better than a cup of gold
See only a chocolate jesus
Can satisfy my soul

(solo)
When the weather gets rough
And its whiskey in the shade
Its best to wrap your savior
Up in cellophane
He flows like the big muddy
But thats ok
Pour him over ice cream
For a nice parfait

Well its got to be a chocolate jesus
Good enough for me
Got to be a chocolate jesus
Good enough for me

Well its got to be a chocolate jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate jesus
Keep me satisfied

Tom Waits

O título? Clique na imagem.

Marta Freitas, caneta e feltro sobre moleskine.

Marta Freitas, grafite, lápis de cor, e tinta da china (azul) sobre canson

Like A Hurricane

(Young)
Once I thought I saw you
In a crowded hazy bar
Dancing on the light from the star to star
Far across the moonbeams
I know that´s who you are
I saw you´re brown eyes turning once to fire
You are like a hurricane
There´s calm in your eyes
And I´m getting blow away
To somewhere safer where feelings stays
I want to love you
But I´m getting blown away
I am just a dreamer
But you are just a dream
You could have been anyone to me
Before that moment you touched my lips
That perfect feeling when time just slips
Away between us on your foggy trips

Roxy Music

Marta Freitas, caneta sobre folha branca A3, digitalização e pintura em photoshop

Marta Freitas, Caneta e feltro sobre moleskine

Marta Freitas, caneta sobre moleskine

Marta Freitas, caneta sobre moleskine

Dying On The Vine

I've been chasing ghosts and I don't like it
I wish someone would show me where to draw the line
I'd lay down my sword if you would take it
And tell everyone back home I'm doing fine

I was with you down in Acapulco
Trading clothing for some wine
Smelling like an old adobe woman
Or a William Burroughs playing for lost time

I was thinking about my mother
I was thinking about what's mine
I was living my life like a Hollywood
But I was dying on the vine

Who could sleep through all that noisy chatter
The troops, the celebrations in the sun
The authorities say my papers are all in order
And if I wasn't such a coward I would run

I'll see you me when all the shooting's over
Meet me on the other side of town
Yes, you can bring all your friends along for protection
It's always nice to have them hanging around

I was thinking about my mother
I was thinking about what's mine
I was living my life like a Hollywood
But I was dying, dying on the vine

John Cale

Alles Nahe werde fern1

"Todo o perto se Afasta"1

1 Goethe

a vida como um apêndice

"Os peregrinos procuram uma meta ignorada, e essa meta, que só conhecemos no fim, tem a obrigação de maravilhar, e não ser nem parecer um acrescento."

in "Nove ensaios Dantescos; Obras completas,vol III" , Jorge Luis Borges

You've Got Good Taste

The Cramps

The Ghastly Stomp

The Ghastly ones

Stand Alone

Bob Marley

Could You Be Loved

Bob Marley

Natural Mystic

Bob Marley Live

today, tomorrow, tuesday, thursday, "thunday", "thaturday", "thorever"

abandono

Conduzidos por um exército pelo deserto há vivos numa carroça, no meio dos mortos.

feel free

Try to fail.

to build a house or a home

When you find a home you build it from inside with your heart walls. When you're anxious to construct a house you try to glue two epidermis, from outside to inside.
When you build a home it´s an involuntary act. Your walls even when they seem different from the other one walls tend to fuse into a whole.
When you force to build a house even when you have the absolute certainty that the other is your soul mate tend to be a prison of walls . Instead of protecting from outside world they alienate you from it.

Marta to JCR

you are the one

I always walk the line when I find the spotlight.

Marta to JCR

to see or to watch

When I see you I don't need to watch you.
You know the person you really love lays inside your heart. You wake up, breed, eat, walk, listen the sound of the world around you, run, swim, and sleep thinking in the person you love, even when that one isn't there.
But all you need is to feel the perfume of the beloved one, to see him even when he is far away. Televisions and things are the ones who must be watched if they are not watched they can't become what their image needs to represent. Persons can and must be loved so they don't need to be watched just to feel seen by their beloveds.


Marta to JCR, I see you even in my dreams.

run away

Counting down. Never hide what you can't find again.

Pitter Patter Goes My Heart

Broken Social Scene, to JCR

reticências

a situaçao está preta

(...)

(...)

Teus passos(...)

Não és os outros(...)
Também é pó cada palavra escrita
Por tua mão ou o verbo pronunciado
Pela boca. Não há pena no Fado
E a noite de Deus é infinita.
Tua matéria é o tempo, o incessante
Tempo. E és cada solitário instante.


in "Ápice"; "Obras Completas; Vol. III", Jorge Luis Borges

"(...)essa doce rotina(...)pode ser última."1

Calam-se as cordas.
A música sabia
Tudo o que eu sinto 2


1 e 2 Borges, Jorge Luis"Obras Completas-vol III".

1 in"A Cifra"
2 in "Dezassete haiku"

Construção

Chico Buarque

"A espera"

"Antes que venhas,
Um monge tem de sonhar com uma âncora,
Um tigre tem de morrer em Samatra,
Nove homens têm de morrer em Bornéu"

in "História da Noite", Obras Completas III, Jorge Luis Borges

"Cada um define-se para sempre num só instante da sua vida(...)"

"Com infinita piedade, Dante refere-nos o destino dos dois amantes e sentimos que ele inveja esse destino. Paolo e Francesca estão no Inferno, ele salvar-se-à, mas eles amaram-se e ele não conseguiu o amor da mulher que ama, de Beatriz. Nisto há também uma certa jactância, e Dante tem de senti-la como uma coisa terrível, porque ele já está ausente dela. Em contrapartida, estes dois réprobos estão juntos, não podem falar-se, rodam no negro remoinho sem nenhuma esperança, nem sequer nos fala Dante da esperança de que os sofrimentos cessem, mas estão juntos. Quando ela fala, usa o nós; fala pelos dois, outra forma de estarem juntos. Estão juntos para a eternidade, compartilham o Inferno e isto para Dante tem de haver sido uma espécie de Paraíso."


in "Sete Noites", Obras Completas III, Jorge Luís Borges

Wait They don't love like I love you

maps by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

It Ain't Me, Babe

Joan Baez (live 1965)

New York

Cat Power

Lived In Bars

Cat Power

Inside and Out

Feist

One Evening

Feist