6.2.09
indeferimento
"-Não percebo porque o processo de licenciamento do restaurante foi indeferido, desenhei tudo o que lá estava feito! Fiz o levantamento do que lá estava (já há anos) e do que estava licenciado na Câmara. Entreguei tudo direitinho na Câmara. Inclusivamente aquele anexo no logradouro já existe desde 1955!" Disse o arquitecto indignado com uma expressão de que tinha feito "tudo bem". "-Ah! E se reparar o processo foi indeferido porque houve um único parecer desfavorável, o da Direcção Geral de Saúde! " Continuou o mesmo indignado.
mãos vazias
"-Sabe antigamente não pediam nada disso!" disse o sr. ao olhar para os poucos papéis que trazia, com uma planta suja com nódoas de gordura, sem a assinatura do respectivo "técnico" responsável pelo suposto "projecto". "- Estou à espera do alvará sanitário desde 1995, e nunca me disseram nada!"
2.2.09
road
What can we do if there's no clues to guide us in this dark road?
How can we feel if we're never right about others feelings?
We can only have one clue, and it says that "No matter what you do or feel you will always be what you are". So never hide yourself from you , the mirror is always inside you. There's nothing you can do to forget how you are.
How can we feel if we're never right about others feelings?
We can only have one clue, and it says that "No matter what you do or feel you will always be what you are". So never hide yourself from you , the mirror is always inside you. There's nothing you can do to forget how you are.
salut
Tout ce que nous poursuivons, c'est par besoin de tourment. La quête du salut est elle-même un tourment, le plus subtil et le mieux camouflé de tous.
Cioran, De l'inconvénient d'être né, folio essais, p. 171
Cioran, De l'inconvénient d'être né, folio essais, p. 171
1.2.09
geração sem rede
Atravessar cada dia, incapazes de poder saltar os minutos onde as nossas mãos cavam milímetros de terra, para logo depois voltar a repô-los. Impregnar-se de todos os milímetros dos minutos infernais de saber-se incapaz de andar sem paredes.
Marta
Marta
30.1.09
From outer space
Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, dont help them to bury the light
Dont give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, Im coming home.
But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.
Hey you, standing in the road
Always doing what youre told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, dont tell me theres no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.
[click of tv being turned on]
Well, only got an hour of daylight left. better get started
Isnt it unsafe to travel at night?
Itll be a lot less safe to stay here. youre fathers gunna pick up our trail before long
Can loca ride?
Yeah, I can ride... magaret, time to go! maigret, thank you for everything
Goodbye chenga
Goodbye miss ...
Ill be back
Thx 1138, film by George Lucas + Hey You music by Pink Floyd
28.1.09
a time walk
a time to dream
a time to reject
a time to watch
a time to let born
a time to accept
a time to try
a time to remember
a time to give up
a time to let go
a time to let die
a time to disappear
a time to leave
a time to get old with no regrets
a time to get old with no skeletons
a time to get old with wrinkles
a time to get old with myself
a time to reject
a time to watch
a time to let born
a time to accept
a time to try
a time to remember
a time to give up
a time to let go
a time to let die
a time to disappear
a time to leave
a time to get old with no regrets
a time to get old with no skeletons
a time to get old with wrinkles
a time to get old with myself
In a manner of speaking
In a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That I could never forget the way
You told me everything
By saying nothing
In a manner of speaking
I don't understand
How love in silence becomes reprimand
But the way I feel about you
Is beyond words
Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything
In a manner of speaking
Semantics won't do
In this life that we live
We only make do
And the way that we feel
Might have to be sacrificed
So in a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That like you I should find a way
To tell you everything
By saying nothing
Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Oh give me the words
Give me the words
Give me the words
Give me the words
Give me the words
Tuxedomoon
Dedicated to a silent ghost.
25.1.09
18.1.09
way out
There was only darkness in this dam road, so I thought the floor was black as the sky. But suddenly someone lighted up a torch and the road revealed a beautiful golden glow.
Now I can see each brick limits, and some green grass between them.
There are some ants and roaches walking by. They seem to exist in their own world they can't feel human big scale. They see each brick as they walk through, and try to not fall into the dark limits.
The sky seem unlimited by the dark noir, but if someone lighten it up, all creatures in this yellow brick road won't be satisfied to see that all their decisions and movements in life are commanded by other big creatures. So all we do in this road is a conditioned decision, because we all are puppets on the strings.
Marta Jan 2008
Now I can see each brick limits, and some green grass between them.
There are some ants and roaches walking by. They seem to exist in their own world they can't feel human big scale. They see each brick as they walk through, and try to not fall into the dark limits.
The sky seem unlimited by the dark noir, but if someone lighten it up, all creatures in this yellow brick road won't be satisfied to see that all their decisions and movements in life are commanded by other big creatures. So all we do in this road is a conditioned decision, because we all are puppets on the strings.
Marta Jan 2008
Cowboys
Did you sweep us far from your feet,
Reset in stone this stark belief,
Salted eyes and a sordid dye,
Too many years.
But don't despair,
This day will be their damnedest day,
Oh, if you take these things from me.
Did you feed us tales of deceit,
Conceal the tongues who need to speak?
Subtle lies and a soiled coin,
The truth is sold, the deal is done.
But don't despair,
This day will be their damnedest day,
Oh, if you take these things from me.
Undefined, no signs of regret,
Your swollen pride assumes respect,
Talons fly as a last disguise,
But no return, the time has come.
So don't despair,
And this day will be their damnedest day,
Oh, if you take these things from me.
Oh, if you take these things from me.
Portishead
It's a fire
It's a fire
These dreams they pass me by
This salvation I desire
Keeps getting me down
Cos we need to
Recognise mistakes
For time and again
So let it be known for what we believe in
I can see no reason for it to fail.... ...
Cos this life is a farce
I can't breathe through this mask
Like a fool
So breathe on, sister breathe on
INSTRUMENTAL
From this oneself
Testify or tell
Its fooling us now
So let it be known for what we believe in
I can see no reason for it to fail...
Cos this life is a farce
I can't breathe through this mask
Like a fool
So breathe on, little sister, breathe on
Ohh so breathe on, little sister, like a fool
Portishead
Numb
I'm ever so lost,
I can't find my way,
Been searching, but I have never seen,
A turning, a turning from deceit.
‘Cause the child roses like,
Try to reveal what I could feel,
I can't understand myself anymore,
‘Cause I'm still feeling lonely,
Feeling so unholy.
‘Cause the child roses like,
Try to reveal what I could feel,
And this loneliness,
Just won't leave me alone, oh no.
I'm fooling somebody,
A faithless path I roam,
Deceiving to breathe this secretly,
A silence, this silence I can't bear.
‘Cause a child roses light,
Tries to reveal what I could feel,
And this loneliness,
It just won't leave me alone, oh no,
And this loneliness,
It just won't leave me alone.
A lady of war,
A lady of war.
Portishead
Roads
Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.
How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.
Storm,
In the morning light,
I feel,
No more can I say,
Frozen to myself.
I got nobody on my side,
And surely that ain't right,
Surely that ain't right.
Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.
How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.
How can it feel this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.
Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.
How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.
Portishead
16.1.09
15.1.09
13.1.09
Rich
Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Rich - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
I'm Rich
Like a hot noise
Rich(3x's)
I'll take you out boy
So stuck up
I'd Wish you'd stick in to me
Flesh ripped off
Raaaawr
Turnin it beatin no beat
The walls are always speakin
No want no want no want no speakin at all
She slipped down a rot drink unzipped she doesn't exist
So unloved
I took'em standin up
So stuck up
Rawr
I'm Rich...
Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Miles Away
Miles Away - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
As the cars go by under the sun like an enemy
You Wonder (x3)
As a spider comes and looks at you like an enemy
You Wonder (x3)
Yeah Miles, miles away
She's hurting people in a better world
Miles, miles away
Dressed again in all her wonder
You're more beautiful than ever
Looking in the car's rear view mirror
Floor is hard uncomforted
By the second time she wondered she hungered she hungers
like a killers wife
As the cars go by (x3)
Yeah as the cars go by
Miles, miles away
She's hurting people in a better world
Miles, miles away
Dressed again in all her wonder
Well you're more beautiful than ever
Looking in the car's rear view mirror
You're more beautiful than ever
Miles, Miles away (x2)
Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Date With The Night
Date With The Night - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
I got a date with the night burnin down my finger
Gonna catch the kids dry gonna walk on water
Buying out the fight we're sweatin in the winter
Both Thighs squeeze tight
Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke
Don tell me to fix her don tell me to fix her
Just take a bite no hangin no picture
Flyin out my sight droppin brides at the altar
Both Thighs squeeze tight
Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke
I'll set you I'll set it off
I'll set you I'll set it off
I'll set you I'll set it off off
I'll set you I'll set it off
I'll set you I'll set it off
I'll set you I'll set it off
I'll set you I'll set it off off off
Buying out the fight gon walk on water
Gon catcha squeeze dry
Gonna bend my finger
We're sweatin in the winter
Both Thighs squeeze tight
Both Thighs squeeze tight
Yeah Yeah Yeahs
12.1.09
Retrato de uma construção virtual chamada Cidade
Sentados nas escadas do estrelato, reunindo papéis burocráticos preenchidos por gente inconformada, vêem os escapes sufocar quem passa nos passeios de 60 cms com ferros cravados e pneus de carros hipotecados estacionados. A dança dos pés que se desviam e das ancas que se contorcem, ao sabor dos obstáculos, deixam-nos embevecidos.
Bate o sol nas paredes coloridas por azulejos que insistem em cair , ou tintas remendadas pelo tempo. Justapõem-se fios e antenas da paranóia de sermos globais no nosso buraco interior, fechado ao sol.
Os telhados caem em cima das rendas que não se actualizam porque as reformas não crescem. Há casas onde já só habitam o ar, pombos , ratos, baratas, formigas e outros que não precisam de contrato para habitar. Pagam os novos que não ganham o suficiente para viver entre paredes e tecto. Vivem com os pais, com conjuges , com amigos ou desconhecidos, gente com quem não pensam habitar até ao fim dos seus dias.
As entranhas da cidade estão mortas, apodrecem, as artérias entopem, e o coração não resiste aos espasmos de uma morte anunciada. Restam as fachadas, classificam-nas como interesse público. Mas dos ossos, orgãos e musculatura pouco resta. Implodidos pelo tempo. A fachada sustentada por estruturas exteriores atinge transeuntes desprevenidos, até desaparecer.
A cidade torna-se cenário de papel, fértil em novelas e actores medíocres, nascidos de um ventre de aluguer.
Marta
Bate o sol nas paredes coloridas por azulejos que insistem em cair , ou tintas remendadas pelo tempo. Justapõem-se fios e antenas da paranóia de sermos globais no nosso buraco interior, fechado ao sol.
Os telhados caem em cima das rendas que não se actualizam porque as reformas não crescem. Há casas onde já só habitam o ar, pombos , ratos, baratas, formigas e outros que não precisam de contrato para habitar. Pagam os novos que não ganham o suficiente para viver entre paredes e tecto. Vivem com os pais, com conjuges , com amigos ou desconhecidos, gente com quem não pensam habitar até ao fim dos seus dias.
As entranhas da cidade estão mortas, apodrecem, as artérias entopem, e o coração não resiste aos espasmos de uma morte anunciada. Restam as fachadas, classificam-nas como interesse público. Mas dos ossos, orgãos e musculatura pouco resta. Implodidos pelo tempo. A fachada sustentada por estruturas exteriores atinge transeuntes desprevenidos, até desaparecer.
A cidade torna-se cenário de papel, fértil em novelas e actores medíocres, nascidos de um ventre de aluguer.
Marta
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