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walk through
Apoderou-se dele como que uma febre,ao pensar que podia perdê-la, que (...) podia fugir-lhe! Temia que ela mudasse muito simplesmente de ideias se ele não entrasse rapidamente em contacto com ela. Mas os obstáculos físicos a um encontro surgiam enormes. Como tentar fazer um lance de Xadrez depois de ter sido derrotado com xeque-mate. (...)Na realidade, passaram-lhe pela cabeça,(...), todas as formas possíveis de comunicar com ela; mas agora, com tempo para pensar, examinou-as uma a uma, como se alinhasse sobre a mesa uma série de instrumentos.
Obviamente, o tipo de encontro que se verificara nessa manhã não devia repetir-se.(...)
Por fim, chegou à conclusão de que o local mais seguro talvez fosse a cantina. Se conseguisse apanhá-la sozinha numa mesa, algures a meio da sala,(...), e com bastante burburinho à volta- se essas condições se mantivessem durante, digamos, uns trinta segundos, talvez se proporcionasse trocar algumas palavras.
(...)ela só apareceu na cantina quando ele ia a sair.(...)Passaram um pelo outro sem se olharem sequer.(...) Depois(...) não apareceu. (...)sentiu o corpo e o espírito atormentados por uma sensibilidade intolerável, uma espécie de transparência, que transformava em pura agonia cada gesto, cada som, cada contacto, cada palavra ouvida ou pronunciada. Nem mesmo a dormir se libertava totalmente da imagem dela. O pouco alívio que encontrava cingia-se ao trabalho(...).Não tinha o menor indício quanto ao que pudesse ter acontecido à rapariga. Nem qualquer meio de se informar.(...)podia ter simplesmente mudado de ideias, decidindo evitá-lo.
in Mil Novecentos e Oitenta e Quatro, George Orwell
Obviamente, o tipo de encontro que se verificara nessa manhã não devia repetir-se.(...)
Por fim, chegou à conclusão de que o local mais seguro talvez fosse a cantina. Se conseguisse apanhá-la sozinha numa mesa, algures a meio da sala,(...), e com bastante burburinho à volta- se essas condições se mantivessem durante, digamos, uns trinta segundos, talvez se proporcionasse trocar algumas palavras.
(...)ela só apareceu na cantina quando ele ia a sair.(...)Passaram um pelo outro sem se olharem sequer.(...) Depois(...) não apareceu. (...)sentiu o corpo e o espírito atormentados por uma sensibilidade intolerável, uma espécie de transparência, que transformava em pura agonia cada gesto, cada som, cada contacto, cada palavra ouvida ou pronunciada. Nem mesmo a dormir se libertava totalmente da imagem dela. O pouco alívio que encontrava cingia-se ao trabalho(...).Não tinha o menor indício quanto ao que pudesse ter acontecido à rapariga. Nem qualquer meio de se informar.(...)podia ter simplesmente mudado de ideias, decidindo evitá-lo.
in Mil Novecentos e Oitenta e Quatro, George Orwell
Once upon a time those were my nightmares
A cuca do sítio do Picapau amarelo.
e este o sassá? Não me lembro do nome...
Quando o Carnaval Chegar
Cacá Diegues (1972)
com Chico Buarque, Maria Bethânia, Nara Leão e Hugo Carvana
Doc Lisboa 2008
18.10.08
Horós(com os)copos ( e desconfio que com mais alguma substância para além do alcóol)
Aproveite qualquer argumento para juntar os amigos e fazerem uma festa. Reforça a amizade ao mesmo tempo, abstrair-se das questões profissionais ou tensões familiares.
Festa? A propósito do quê?
Festa? A propósito do quê?
16.10.08
15.10.08
Horós(com os)copos
Relationships form the cornerstone of our lives. From the time we enter this world to the time we depart it -- we depend upon and are surrounded by people. Nothing describes this basic human instinct and need as the well-known phrase, 'No man is an island entire of itself.'
However, relationships are complex and complicated. How we approach and handle those relationships brings us ecstatic joy, happiness and peace of mind -- or sometimes pain and sorrow. We also show different sides of ourselves in all of our daily interactions -- in our romantic and intimate relationships, as parents, when we interact with our own parents; from each unique friendship to our business and professional connections. Some people bring out the best in us, some the worst. Why do we interact the way we do? How can we improve our relationships?
However, relationships are complex and complicated. How we approach and handle those relationships brings us ecstatic joy, happiness and peace of mind -- or sometimes pain and sorrow. We also show different sides of ourselves in all of our daily interactions -- in our romantic and intimate relationships, as parents, when we interact with our own parents; from each unique friendship to our business and professional connections. Some people bring out the best in us, some the worst. Why do we interact the way we do? How can we improve our relationships?
Videotape
When I'm at the pearly gates
This'll be on my videotape
my videotape
When Mephistopheles is just beneath
And he's reaching up to grab me
This is one for the good days
And I have it all here
In red blue green
Red blue green
You are my centre when I spin away
Out of control on videotape
On videotape
This is my way of saying goodbye
Because I can't do it face to face
No matter what happens now
I won't be afraid
Because I know today has been the most perfect day I've ever seen.
Breaking the habit
Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I’m picking me apart again
You all assume
I’m safe here in my room
(unless I try to start again)
I don’t want to be the one
The battles always choose
‘Cause inside I realize
That I’m the one confused
I don’t know what’s worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don’t know why I instigate
And say what I don’t mean
I don’t know how I got this way
I know it’s not alright
So I’m
Breaking the habit
Tonight
Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again
I’ll paint it on the walls
‘Cause I’m the one at fault
I’ll never fight again
And this is how it ends
I don’t know what’s worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
To show you what I mean
I don’t know how I got this
I’ll never be alright
So I’m
Breaking the habit
Breaking the habit
Tonight
Linkin Park
Numb
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
[Chorus]
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Can't you see that you're smothering me
Holding too tightly afraid to lose control
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take
[Chorus]
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
And I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you
[Chorus]
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
[Chorus]
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Linkin Park
Sentiu de súbito que o coração se lhe gelava (...)
(...)vinha pelo pelo passeio na direcção oposta, a menos de dez metros de distância.Era a rapariga (...) morena.(...)não teve qualquer dificuldade em reconhecê-la. Ela olhou-o bem no rosto e continuou a caminhar muito depressa, como se não o tivesse visto.
Durante alguns Segundos(...)ficou de tal modo paralisado que não se conseguiu mexer. Depois virou à direita e afastou-se vagarosamente, não reparando logo que seguia na direcção errada. Fosse como fosse, uma questão estava esclarecida .Já não lhe restavam dúvidas, a rapariga andava a espiá-lo. Devia tê-lo seguido até ali, pois não era crível que por puro acaso passassem os dois (...)na mesma ruela obscura, a quilómetros de distância dos bairros onde viviam(...). Coincidência demasiado grande.(...)Bastava-lhe saber que ela o vigiava.
(...)Mas o pior de tudo foi a dor de barriga.(...)Depois o espasmo passou deixando atrás de si a dor surda.(...)
A rua não tinha saída.(...)parou, ficou vários segundos a meditar no que havia de fazer, a seguir deu meia volta e começou a percorrer a rua em sentido contrário. (...) lembrou-se que a rapariga se cruzara com ele três minutos antes apenas, e que correndo provavelmente a alcançaria. Segui-la-ia até chegarem a um local sossegado(...)
Mas abandonou de imediato o projecto, pois a simples ideia de fazer qualquer esforço físico era-lhe intolerável. Não se sentia capaz de correr (...). Apoderara-se dele uma lassidão mortal. Só queria chegar depressa a casa para poder sentar-se e ficar tranquilo.
In Mil Novecentos e Oitenta e Quatro, George Orwell
Durante alguns Segundos(...)ficou de tal modo paralisado que não se conseguiu mexer. Depois virou à direita e afastou-se vagarosamente, não reparando logo que seguia na direcção errada. Fosse como fosse, uma questão estava esclarecida .Já não lhe restavam dúvidas, a rapariga andava a espiá-lo. Devia tê-lo seguido até ali, pois não era crível que por puro acaso passassem os dois (...)na mesma ruela obscura, a quilómetros de distância dos bairros onde viviam(...). Coincidência demasiado grande.(...)Bastava-lhe saber que ela o vigiava.
(...)Mas o pior de tudo foi a dor de barriga.(...)Depois o espasmo passou deixando atrás de si a dor surda.(...)
A rua não tinha saída.(...)parou, ficou vários segundos a meditar no que havia de fazer, a seguir deu meia volta e começou a percorrer a rua em sentido contrário. (...) lembrou-se que a rapariga se cruzara com ele três minutos antes apenas, e que correndo provavelmente a alcançaria. Segui-la-ia até chegarem a um local sossegado(...)
Mas abandonou de imediato o projecto, pois a simples ideia de fazer qualquer esforço físico era-lhe intolerável. Não se sentia capaz de correr (...). Apoderara-se dele uma lassidão mortal. Só queria chegar depressa a casa para poder sentar-se e ficar tranquilo.
In Mil Novecentos e Oitenta e Quatro, George Orwell
Hóros(com os)copos
Se puder levar o trabalho para casa, óptimo, pois é lá que encontrará o conforto e o bem-estar de que necessita para ser mais produtivo/a. Aproveite para harmonizar o ambiente e reacenda a sua relação amorosa. Uma conversa mais profunda a dois poderá tornar-se reveladora
That´s Life
That's life Oh Oh
That's life Oh Oh
That's life O-o-o-oo-ooh
Makes you sick
Makes you ill
Makes you cry
Makes you wonder why
But you shouldn't complain
Better find someone to blame
That's life Oh Oh
That's life Oh Oh
That's life, so what?
That's life Oh Oh
That's life Oh Oh
Things change, so what?
Things change, so what?
That's life Oh Oh
That's life Oh Oh
That's life O-o-o-oo-ooh
So listen now
Your life is too full
Of displeasure and strife
And one day you wake up
and you haven't got a wife
That's life Oh Oh
That's life Oh Oh
Things always change, so what?
That's life Oh Oh
That's life Oh Oh
Enjoy it
Destroy it
That's life Oh Oh
That's life Oh Oh
That's life, so what?
That's life Oh Oh
That's life Oh Oh
Things change, so what?
Things change, so what?
Kaada
Panic
Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again ?
The Leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the Grasmere
But Honey Pie, you're not safe here
So you run down
To the safety of the town
But there's Panic on the streets of Carlisle
Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
I wonder to myself
Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
IT SAYS NOTHING TO ME ABOUT MY LIFE
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music they constantly play
On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
Provincial towns you jog 'round
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
HANG THE DJ
The Smiths
How Soon is Now?
I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way ?
I am human and i need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Oh, of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way ?
I am human and i need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
Oh ...
Oh ...
There's a club, if you'd like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home, and you cry
And you want to die
When you say it's gonna happen "now"
Well, when exactly do you mean ?
See, i've already waited too long
And all my hope is gone
Oh ...
Oh ...
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way ?
I am human and i need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
Ok ?
The Smiths
Ask
Shyness is nice, and
Shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life
You'd like to
Shyness is nice, and
Shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life
You'd like to
So, if there's something you'd like to try
If there's something you'd like to try
ASK ME - I WON'T SAY "NO" - HOW COULD I?
Coyness is nice, and
Coyness can stop you
From saying all the things in
Life you'd like to
So, if there's something you'd like to try
If there's something you'd like to try
ASK ME - I WON'T SAY "NO" - HOW COULD I?
Spending warm Summer days indoors
Writing frightening verse
To a buck-toothed girl in Luxembourg
ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
Because if it's not Love
Then it's the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb
That will bring us together
Nature is a language - can't you read?
Nature is a language - can't you read?
SO... ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
Because if it's not Love
Then it's the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb
That will bring us together
If it's not Love
Then it's the Bomb
Then it's the Bomb
That will bring us together
SO... ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME
Oh, la...
The Smiths
14.10.08
Asleep
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I'm tired and I
I want to go to bed
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
And then leave me alone
Don't try to wake me in the morning
'Cause I will be gone
Don't feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I will feel so glad to go
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I don't want to wake up
On my own anymore
Sing to me
Sing to me
I don't want to wake up
On my own anymore
Don't feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I really want to go
There is another world
There is a better world
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well ...
Bye bye
Bye bye
Bye ...
The Smiths
Hóros(com os)copos
Mesmo que tenha alcançado uma vitória, não fique com a sensação que de está tudo feito, procure forças e energias dentro de si e aplique-as já na próxima tarefa. A conjuntura astral já favorece encontros interessantes.
Parecia-lhe que passara toda a vida à espera que aquilo sucedesse.
Estavam enfim frente a frente, e só tinha vontade de fugir. O coração batia-lhe com violência. Sentia-se incapaz de falar.
in Mil Novecentos e Oitenta e Quatro, George Orwell
in Mil Novecentos e Oitenta e Quatro, George Orwell
Broken Boy Soldier
I'm pulling down questions from my shelf
I'm asking forgiveness
I ain't asking nobody but myself
and I want you to know this
and I want you to know this
You're rifling through a box of toys
that were handed down to me
just take out the ones you want and then
give the rest to my family
I'm gonna go back to school today
but I'm dropping myself off
I'm throwing the childhood scene away
I'm through ripping myself off
I'm done ripping myself off
I'm child and man and child again
the toy broken boy soldier
I'm child and man then child again
the boy never gets older
the boy never gets older
the boy never gets older
the boy never gets older
the boy never gets older
never gets older
the boy broken toy soldier
the boy...
the boy!
The Racounters
Intervention
The king's taken back the throne
The useless seed is sown
When they say they're cutting off the phone
I'll tell 'em you're not home
No place to hide
You were fighting as a soldier on their side
You're still a soldier in your mind
Though nothing's on the line
You say it's money that we need
As if we're only mouths to feed
I know no matter what you say
There are some debts you'll never pay
Working for the church
While your family dies
You take what they give you
And you keep it inside
Every spark of friendship and love
Will die without a home
Hear the soldier groan, "We'll go at it alone"
I can taste the fear
Gonna lift me up and take me out of here
Don't wanna fight, don't wanna die
Just wanna hear you cry
Who's gonna throw the very first stone?
Oh! Who's gonna reset the bone?
Walking with your head in a sling
Wanna hear the soldier sing
Working for the Church
While my family dies
Your little baby sister's
Gonna lose her mind
Every spark of friendship and love
Will die without a home
Hear the soldier groan, "We'll go at it alone"
I can taste your fear
It's gonna lift you up and take you out of here
And the bone shall never heal
I care not if you kneel
We can't find you now
But they're gonna get their money back somehow
And when you finally disappear
We'll just say that you were never here
Been working for the church
While your life falls apart
Singing hallelujah with the fear in your heart
Every spark of friendship and love
Will die without a home
Hear the soldier groan, "We'll go at it alone"
Hear the soldier groan, "We'll go at it alone"
Arcade Fire
No cars go
We know a place where no planes go
We know a place where no ships go
(Hey!) No cars go
(Hey!) No cars go
Where we know
We know a place no space ships go
We know a place where no subs go
(Hey!) No cars go
(Hey!) No cars go
Where we know
(Hey!)
(Hey!)
(Mom, Dad!)
(No go!)
(Hey!) Us kids know
(Hey!) No cars go
Where we know
Arcade Fire
13.10.08
"(...)Um herói é igual a um idiota que teve medo de ousar responder não."
(...)não é nenhum jardimsuspenso espiritual: está dentro de vós(...)enquanto um mundo se ergue para cair, um espírito desce para se elevar"
in "eu: seis inconferências; conferências Charles Eliot Norton
1952-1953" ; e.e.cummings
in "eu: seis inconferências; conferências Charles Eliot Norton
1952-1953" ; e.e.cummings
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