fenomenologia da percepção

A cidade do futuro, que rapidamente se aproxima é uma cidade simulada.


Mark Taylor

chiclete

E no mundo de Oz, a feiticeira conseguiu roubar os sapatitos à Judie Garland, enquanto esta , depois de snifar coca, dormia a um canto. Mas os sapatos perderam o viço original, e do sublime passaram ao horrível. Já não conseguem as proezas de outrora, mesmo com o bater de tacões. Os sapatos não materializam mais desejos, atormentados pelos remorsos de um dia terem concedido a felicidade chiclete à Judie Garland.

marta

do pó vieste ao pó voltarás

"Crescei e multiplicai-vos" porque desta água não mais bebereis!
Aqui os jardins serão suspensos em cima da terra! Não queremos solo, não queremos o cheiro a terra!
Queremos lotes para ocupar com máquinas de fazer fast money, hoje o vale já não vale o mesmo que amanhã!
Vendemos promessas de futuros escandinavos, casas vazias das marcas do habitar...
São fatalmente iguais a todas as outras dos vizinhos!
Construimos a nossa babel em conjunto, vivemos encavalitados, o meu chão é o tecto do vizinho...
a minha parede interior, é a exterior do vizinho.
Não falo com eles tenho medo, são estranhos, mas partilham o meu solo! Estão na minha casa grande,e vivem uns quartos ao lado dos meus, só não têm porta para os meus compartimentos!


Viajo de avião para ver os eixos da minha rua!

marta

"(...) a paixão do nada, da tábua rasa, do extermínio total (...)"

Na altura do self-service libidinal, o corpo e o sexo tornam-se instrumentos de subjectivação-responsabilização; é preciso acumular as experiências, explorar o capital libidinal pessoal, inovar em matéria de combinações. Tudo o que se pareça com a imobilidade, com a estabilidade tem que desaparecer em proveito da experimentação e da iniciativa. Assim se produz um sujeito(...) através (...) da personalização do corpo sob a égide do sexo. O seu corpo é você, o corpo deve ser cuidado, amado, exibido; já nada tem a ver com a máquina. A sedução alarga o ser-sujeito atribuindo ao corpo outrora oculto uma dignidade e uma integridade novas: nudismo, seios nus, são sintomas espectaclares desta mutação através da qual o corpo se torna pessoa a respeitar, a acarinhar(...)

in A Era do Vazio ; Gilles Lipovetsky

umbigo visto de dentro

O Eu já não habita um inferno povoado de outros egos rivais ou desprezados; o relacional apaga-se sem gritos, sem razão, num deserto de autonomia e de neutralidade asfixiantes. A liberdade, na esteira da guerra, propagou o deserto, a estranheza absoluta perante outrém. (...) desejo e dor de ser-se só. (...) não satisfeito com produzir o isolamento, o sistema engendra o seu desejo, desejo impossível que, logo que realizado, se revela intolerável : o indivíduo pede para ficar só, cada vez mais só e simultaneamente não se suporta a si próprio, a sós consigo.


in A Era do Vazio ; Gilles Lipovetsky

desenferrujados cool

Quando se prega o cool sex e as relações livres, quando se condenam o ciúme e a possessividade, trata-se de facto de climatizar o sexo, de o expurgar de toda a tensão emocional e de conseguir assim um estado de indiferença, de despreendimento, não só a fim do indivíduo se proteger contra decepções amorosas, mas também contra seus próprios impulsos, que podem sempre ameaçar o seu equilíbrio interior.

in A Era do Vazio, Gilles Lipovetsky

a história da mulher bombista

A rapariga que se recusara casar com o rapaz, passou a ter mais tempo para construir a personagem que há muito projectara sobre si. Agora tinha a possibilidade de refazer-se numa amálgama de várias imagens justapostas, rigorosa e criteriosamente seleccionadas. Finalmente poderia dispender todo o seu tempo a cobrir com a sua burka o seu eu que repugnava. Fez-se uma nova mulher bombista que há muito já tinha implodido todo o seu interior, estava esburacada, e vazia, restava-lhe agora implodir o seu exterior e construir-se à sua imagem.
Mas assim como em muitas obras esta seria eterna, interminável, a exigência nunca possibilitava que a burka fosse retirada e nunca se viu de novo o rosto da mulher invisível.

marta

He wants you

In his boat and through the dark he rowed
Chained to oar and the night and the wind that blowed
Horribly 'round his ears
Under the bridge and into your dreams he soars
While you lie alone in that idea-free sleep of yours
That you've been sleeping now for years

And he wants you
He wants you
He is straight and he is true
Ooh hoo hoo

Beneath the hanging cliffs and under the many stars where
He will move, all amongst your tangled hair
And deep into the sea
And you will wake and walk and draw the blind
And feel some presence there behind
And turn to see what that may be
Oh, babe, it's me

And he wants you
He wants you
He is straight and he is true
Ooh hoo hoo

Nick Cave + Wings Of Desire de wim Wenders

Te queria

Eu te queria eu te queria para mim
Nega não vá
Eu te queria eu te queria para mim
Nega não vá
Barba e cabelo black
Sempre fui o seu muleque
Que fica sambando numa perna só
Só, só, só, só
Eu sou seu muleque no black no pé
Pé, pé, pé, pé
Que fica sambando numa perna só
Já dancei samba de breck
No tempo da sua avó
Que fica sambando numa perna só
Só, só, só, só
Eu sou seu muleque no black no pé
Pé, pé, pé, pé
Que fica sambando numa perna só

Cirandar

Cirandar, cirandar, cirandar
Na praia olhando para o mar

Pescador pega a rede
E vai pescar
Jangadeiro se apronta
Pra velejar

Cirandar, cirandar
Cirandar, cirandar

Na beira da praia
Com os pés na areia
Com as mãos enlaçadas
Balançando a saia
A cirandar, oi a cirandar
A cirandar, oi a cirandar

Ó, minha mãe Janaína
Proteja os pescadores
Dê boa voz pros cantores
Pra cantar as cirandas
E os maracatus
Também frevos pulantes
Que animam os carnavais
E as canções dos amantes
Um som de ternura e paz

O que faz você feliz?

É isso aí

É isso ai
Como a gente achou que ia ser
A vida tão simples é boa
Quase sempre
É isso ai
Os passos vão pelas ruas
Ninguém reparou na lua
A vida sempre continua

E eu não sei parar de te olhar
eu não sei parar de te olhar
Não vou parar de te olhar
Eu não me canso de olhar
Não sei parar
De te olhar

É isso ai
Há quem acredita em milagres
Há quem cometa maldade
Há quem não saiba dizer a verdade

É isso ai
Um vendedor de flores
Ensinar seus filhos a escolher seus amores

Eu não sei parar de te olhar
Não sei parar de te olhar
Não vou parar de te olhar
Eu não me canso de olhar
Não vou parar de te olhar

Seu Jorge e Ana Carolina

Seu Jorge

Life on Mars

Muitas coisas do coração
Não consegue compreender
O que mente não faz questão
E nem tem forças pra obedecer
Quantos sonhos já destrui
E deixei escapar das mãos
Se o futuro assim permitir
Não pretendo viver em vão

Meu amor não estamos sós
Tem um mundo a esperar por nós
No infinito do céu azul
Pode ter vida em Marte

Então, vem cá me dá a sua lingua
Então vem, eu quero abraçar você
Seu poder vem do sol
Minha medida
Então vem, vamos viver a vida
Então vem, senão eu vou perder quem sou
Vou querer me mudar para uma life on mars

Muitas coisas do coração
Não conseguem compreender
Porque a mente não faz questão
Nem tem forças pra obedecer
Quantos sonhos já destrui
E deixei escapar das mãos
Se o futuro assim permitir
Não pretendo viver em vão

Meu amor, não estamos sós
Tem um mundo a esperar por nós
No infinito do céu azul
Pode ter vida em Marte

Então, vem cá me dá a sua lingua
Então vem, senão eu vou perder quem sou
Seu poder vem do sol
Minha medida
Então vem, vamos viver a vida
Meu bem, senão eu vou perder quem sou
Vou querer me mudar para uma life on mars

Tive razão

Tive razão
Posso falar
Não foi legal, não pegou bem
Que vontade de chorar, dói
Em pensar que ela não vem, só dói
Mas pra mim tá tranquilo, eu vou zoar
O clima é de partida, vou dar sequência na minha vida
E de bobeira é que eu não estou,
E você sabe como é que é, eu vou
Mas poderei voltar quando você quiser.
ô ô ô ô ô ô ô ô, lá lá lá...
Demorô vai ser melhor...

Eterna busca

Minha aventura é a Sagatiba, minha aventura é a Sagatiba
Saga quer dizer em busca
Tiba quer dizer eterno
Sagatiba eterna busca do valor mais puro
Da pureza dos olhos de quando se ama
Do calor, da beleza, do sonho puro
Da delicadeza, do lado que beija, da leveza das mãos que te fazem carinho
Do atleta que veste, que sua a camisa
De uma mão que segura, outra mão que precisa
De uma vela que acende pra reza da noite
De uma gentileza bonita que se faz aqui e ali
Nessa vida pro bem
Nessa vida pro bem

Hóros(que continua com os)copos

É provável que continue à procura do/a “tal”, mas cuidado, olhe para os lados porque o/a “tal” pode estar já ai por perto.

a sensação de “restart”

A liberdade é irmã da responsabilidade. Quem não tem queixa-se, quem tem foge de medo.

hóros(com os) copos

Need to remember that not all conflicts are empty soap operas. Some of them are quite legitimate, and working through them calmly can improve a relationship.

Belarus

Low

Long Walk

You've been working so hard
No one can tell
Why don't you try taking it easy
You're covered with sweat
And we're hardly there yet
Don't be ashamed of yourself
Just take it slow
It's only me

Lay your head back in your old easy-chair
The day is done
The harder you try to keep up with us
You lose another breath
Take it slow
It's only me

Your dogs are tired
So let them alone
They're almost done with their mushing
You're working so hard
No one can tell
You've got so much to be proud of

Lay your head back in your old easy-chair
The day is done
The harder you try to keep up with us
You lose a breath
Lay your head back in your old easy-chair
The day is done
The harder you try to keep up with us
You lose another breath

In Silence

They put the treasure deep inside us
Inside us, inside us
They thought the desert would divide us
Divide us, divide us
With silence

They filled our hearts and hands with violence
With violence, with violence
It's time to leave the fields behind us
Behind us, behind us
In silence

A Method

Eyes wide my suddenly everything
flies by fine my lows are holiday
in instead clicking along the curb
clucking tongues how could they have a nerve

there is hardly a method you know
there is hardly a method you know

its a broken code started up yesterday
and it came true now mind was on holiday
its an open road ????????????
its an open book a story to tell the man

there is hardly a method you know
there is hardly a method you know
there is hardly a method you know
there is hardly a method you know

im a storm-faced cloud hanging in distropy
im a cold days clown napping at enemies
its a rough wild world could you please chaperone
its a mind field (????) so leave it the fuck alone

this is hardly the method you know
this is hardly the method you know

theres a purple cane strangling yesterday
theres a purple stain spat up on interstates
its an awkward stage grasping at anything
cause its locked the page cant find a word to say

but they want you to
oh they want you to
yes they want you to
oh they want you to

broken plates on dirty highways
in the way for any hombres
broken plates on dirty highways
in the way for any hombres

Province

Suddenly, all your history's ablaze
Try to breath, as the world desintegrates
Just like autumn leaves, we're in for change
Holding tenderly to what remains
And all your memories, are as precious as gold
And all the honey, and the fire which you stole
Have you running through all your red-cheeked days
Shaking loose these souls, from their sacred hiding space

Hold your heart courageously
as we walk into this dark place
Stand, steadfast erect and see
that love is the province of the brave

Pushed under this expanse of bursting stars
Let this burning brightly illumintate the where we are
In this hollow that lovers' voices occupy
Let it follow that we let it free, let it fly

Breaking open the walls of this cage
Intoxicated, oh so amazed
Much like falcons tumbling from the heights at play
Conjoined, talons engaged

Hold these hearts courageously
as we walk into this dark place
Stand, steadfast beside me and see
that love is the province of the brave

Wolf like me

Say say my playmate
wont you lay hands on me
mirror my lady
transfer my tragedy

Got a curse i cannot lift
shines when the sunset shifts
when the moon is round and full
gotta bust that box gotta gut that fish

My mind's aflame

We could jet in a stolen car
but i bet we wouldnt get too far
before the transformation takes
and bloodlust tanks and
crave gets slaked

My mind has changed
my bodys frame but god i like it
my hearts aflame
my bodys strained but god i like it

My mind has changed
my bodys frame but god i like it
my hearts aflame
my bodys strained but god i like it

Charge me your day rate
ill turn you out in kind
when the moon is round and full
gonna teach you tricks that'll blow your mind
mongrel mind
baby doll i recognize
you're a hideous thing inside
if ever there were a lucky kind it's
you you you you

I know its strange another way to get to know you
you'll never know unless we go so let me show you
i know its strange another way to get to know you
we've got till noon here comes the moon
so let it show you
show you now

Dream me oh dreamer
down to the floor
open my hands and let them
weave onto yours

Feel me, completer
down to my core
open my heart and let it
bleed onto yours

Feeding on fever
down all fours
show you what all that
howl is for

Hey hey my playmate
let me lay waste to thee
burned down their hanging trees
it's hot here hot here hot here hot here

Got a curse we cannot lift
shines when the sunshine shifts
there's a curse comes with a kiss
the bite that binds the gift that gives

now that we got gone for good
writhing under your riding hood
tell your gra'ma and your mama too
it's true
we're howling forever

The Man That Got Away

The night is bitter,
The stars have lost their glitter;
The winds grow colder
And suddenly you're older -
And all because of the man that got away.

No more his eager call,
The writing's on the wall;
The dreams you dreamed have all
Gone astray.

The man that won you
Has gone off and undone you.
That great beginning
Has seen the final inning.
Don't know what happened. It's all a crazy game!

No more that all-time thrill,
For you've been through the mill -
And never a new love will
Be the same.

Good riddance, good-bye!
Ev'ry trick of his you're on to.
But, fools will be fools -
And where's he gone to?

The road gets rougher,
It's lonelier and tougher.
With hope you burn up -
Tomorrow he may turn up.
There's just no letup the live-long night and day!

Ever since this world began
There is nothing sadder than
A one-man woman looking for
The man that got away....
The man that got away.


Judy Garland , in "A Star is Born"

Alphaville

Jean-Luc Godard

Staring at the Sun

cross the street from your storefront cemetary
hear me hailing from inside and realize

i am the conscience clear
in pain or ecstacy
and we were all weaned my dear
upon the same fatigue

staring at the sun
oh my own voice
cannot save me now
standing in the sea
it's just
one more breath
and then
down i go

your mouth is open wide
the lover is inside
and all the tumults done
collided with the sign
you're staring at the sun
you're standing in the sea
your body's over me

note the trees because
the dirt is temporary
more to mine than fact face
name and monetary

be what you will
and then thrown down your life
oh it's a damned fine game
and we can play all night

beat the skins and let the
loose lips kiss you clean
quietly pour out like light
like light, like answering the sun

you're staring at the sun
you're standing in the sea
your mouth is open wide
you're trying hard to breathe
the water's at your neck
there's lightning in your teeth
your body's over me

Tv on the Radio

Dreams

All your dreams are over now
And all your wings have fallen down
Oh all your dreams are over now
And all your wings have fallen down
She's just like you
So why keep doing what you do
Why cut a friend
Why cruise that mean lean to an end
You could have heel toed
To another place
You could have peeled slow
To a better face

But your heart can't grieve
For your little dreams
Oh no your heart can't grieve
Not for your little dreams

All your dreams are over now
And all your wings have fallen down
All your dreams are over now
And all your wings have fallen down

Broke trust in two
Now no one's looking out for you
Why keep it cruel
Why waste so much to play the fool

And maybe I'm the fool but I think we'd find
That we could all be so so kind
If you'd just leave your tread mill powertrip behind
Oh leave your treadmill powertrip behind
And maybe it's best that you're so so blind
It's best that your so so blind
Because your heart can't grieve
I know your heart can't grieve

I know your heart can't grieve
What your eyes won't see
But you were my favorite moment
Of our dead century

I know your heart can't grieve
What your eyes won't see
But you were my favorite moment
Of our dead century

But all your dreams are over now
And all your wings have fallen down
Oh all your dreams are over now
And all your wings have fallen down

Oh warfarin' terrapin
Unconfined undesigned
Undersigned bantering
Bartering bellowing
Barracking blundering
Pillaging plundering
Living and lavishing
Hammerings harrowing
Flourishing flattening
Levelling reveling
Wrecking and ravaging
Savoring savaging

Oh warfarrin terrapin
Unconfined undesigned
You've got me worried and wondering

All your dreams are over now
And all your wings have fallen down
All your dreams are over now

Tv on the Radio

Tonight

My mind is like an orchard
Clustered in frozen portraits
Blossoms that bloom so fine, just to drop from the vine
I've seen them all tonight

Who'd keep a silent orchard
I'll shove it all to the floor boards
Her rusty heart starts to whine, in its telltale time so
For freedom tonight

Life is a measly portion
A light on good friends and fortune
It strips you away inside, drawn all your blinds
Conceal it all from sight

You took that final courter
Shot the boy, no quarter
We'll skip to the final line of some suicide note well publicized
Or give it up tonight

Carry with bursting order
To the options you've layed before you
The needle, the dirty spoon, the flames and the fumes
Just throw them out tonight

The time that you've been afforded
May go unsolved, unrewarded
Some nameless you cannot know, may be coming to show you
Unbridled love and light

Should you grow an orchard?
Covered in dusty portraits
Blossoms that bloom so fine, just to drop from the vine
I'll listen up tonight

Don?t keep it silent orchard
Shove it all to the floorboards
Your rusty heart will be fine, in its telltale time
So give it up tonight

Tv on the Radio

Com que voz

Amália Rodrigues

Inch' Allah

Amália Rodrigues

Acho inúteis as palavras

Amália Rodrigues

cinzas e lume

Amália Rodrigues em Tudo isto é Fado.

Maldição

Amália Rodrigues

Solidão

Amália Rodrigues

café luso

Amália Rodrigues, Fado da Bica no café luso.

i n definição

e s p e r a

p a c i ê n c i a

ir em frente

Não tema se não der certo, a dúvida é o pior aliado.

impulso

A vida é sempre feita de tentativas e erros.

Hóros(com os)copos

Se nem tudo corre como tinha planeado, não se martirize com a questão. Não dá, não dá! Seja prático/a, mude de rota e procure outra direcção. Avalie com isenção todas as questões pendentes.

ou da teimosia

Ramblin Man

I can settle down
And be doing just fine
Till I hear an old freight
Going down the line

Then I hurry straight
Home and pack
And if I didn’t go
I believe I’d blow my stack

I love you baby
But you must understand
When the Lord made me
He made a ramblin' man

Some folks may say (Got my loving arms to keep you warm)
That I’m no good (In the kitchen cooking up a storm)
That I wouldn’t settle (If uncle tells me stay away from you)
Down if I could (That is something I could never do)

But when that open road (You're my baby, you're my loving man)
Starts calling me (When you're in trouble, do the best you can)
There's something over the hill (I'm naked daddy just for you)
That I’ve gotta see (Force of nature and you're coming through)

Sometimes it's hard (Loving you, going hot and cold)
But you gotta understand (Loving you, getting good and soaked)
When the Lord made me (How I know you hate to see me cry)
He made a ramblin' man (Happens every time I say goodbye)

I love to see (What's the use, you poor seductive man)
The towns passing by (Don’t get feelings and you'll understand)
And to ride these rails (Lying on somebody just like me)
'Neath God's blue skies (Got you dancing to my melody)

Let me travel this land (God knows how I need your loving arms)
From the mountains to the sea (If you lose me baby, telephone)
Cause that's the life (Try to pieces, stay away from harm)
I believe He meant for me (You're my baby though you do me wrong)

And when I’m gone (Love your nature, though I walk the line)
And at my grave you stand (Loving dreams, you're just a waste of time)
Just say God's called (Baby please don’t stay away too long)
Home his ramblin' man (Fire's burning for when you get home)


Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan

Maybe not

There’s a dream that I see, I pray it can be
Look cross the land, shake this land
A wish or a command
I Dream that I see, don’t kill it, it’s free
You’re just a man, you get what you can

We all do what we can
So we can do just one more thing
We can all be free
Maybe not in words
Maybe not with a look
But with your mind

Listen to me, don’t walk that street
There’s always an end to it
Come and be free, you know who I am
We’re just living people

We won’t have a thing
So we’ve got nothing to lose
We can all be free
Maybe not with words
Maybe not with a look
But with your mind

You’ve got to choose a wish or command
At the turn of the tide, is withering thee
Remember one thing, the dream you can see
Pray to be, shake this land

We all do what we can
So we can do just one more thing
We won’t have a thing
So we’ve got nothing to lose
We can all be free
Maybe not with words
Maybe not with a look
But with your mind

But with your mind

Cat Power

Crying, Waiting, Hoping

Cat Power

Where is my love

Cat Power

Alabama Blues

J.B. Lenoir

No mans land

The beat

closer

living dead