Into The White - Pixies
24.2.09
Mistaken For Strangers
Mistaken For Strangers - The National
You have to do it running but you do everything that they ask you to
cause you don’t mind seeing yourself in a picture
as long as you look faraway, as long as you look removed
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults
Make up something to believe in your heart of hearts
so you have something to wear on your sleeve of sleeves
so you swear you just saw a feathery woman
carry a blindfolded man through the trees
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults
You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults
The National
Abel
Abel - The National
My mind's not right
My mind's not right
My mind's not right
[repeat]
Abel, come on, give me the keys, man
Everything has all gone down wrong
Abel, come on, give me the keys, man
Everything has all gone down wrong
I see water on the bridge
Well, you better hold my hand through this
Turn around, turn around, take me back
I can't calm down
Turn around, turn around, take me back
I can't calm down
My mind's not right
My mind's not right
My mind's not right
[repeat]
Abel, come on, give me a reason
I am not as bright as I could be
Abel, come on, take me with you
Everything has all gone down wrong
You turn me good and god-fearing
Well, tell me what am I supposed to do with that
I'm missing something
Yeah, I'm missing something
My mind's gone loose inside its shell
My mind's gone loose inside the shell
Well, I'm missing something
Yeah, I'm missing something
Abel, my mind's gone loose inside the shell
My mind's not right
My mind's not right
My mind's not right
[repeat]
The National
16.2.09
13.2.09
Tormento da Noite
O fim sempre eminente, a ausência de transição entre ser e não ser, a volta para o cadinho, o escorregamento possível a todos os minutos, eis o precipício que é a Criação.
Mais um instante, e criança e morto, a vida esboçada e a vida em ruína, confundir-se-iam no mesmo apagamento.
in O Homem que Ri, Vítor Hugo
Mais um instante, e criança e morto, a vida esboçada e a vida em ruína, confundir-se-iam no mesmo apagamento.
in O Homem que Ri, Vítor Hugo
O mundo a seus pés
Coisa ignóbil o fato sujo desprendido da cruzeta que se embala vazia dentro dos armários de vidro. Toca a música de elevador no i-pod ligado e esquecido no bolso descosido do vestido que se encontra por debaixo do fato. Está sujo e lamacento, tem buracos de traça comilona, que não se intimida com qualquer bola branca de naftalina. São muitos anos a snifar naftalina, muita experiência em cheiros estranhos, sem nunca perder a altitude de voo. E a luz não a baralha nasceu numa rua Nova Iorquina cheia de néons, que brilhavam sobre os passeios oleosos e escuros. Vive só, avaliando os armários por onde passa. Conhece os cantos de todas as gavetas das gavetas a que todos chamam apartamentos. Vê o bicho Homem chegar comer, ver coisas num caixote luminoso, falar com gente que não lá está (mais parecem loucos a falar sozinhos) e enfiar-se num compartimento da gaveta, para no dia seguinte abandonar a gaveta e depois voltar à mesma rotina. São felizes mas constantes o dia da traça que se reinventa em cada armário, escuro.
Marta Sousa Freitas (nas horas vagas a olhar para as paredes brancas)
Marta Sousa Freitas (nas horas vagas a olhar para as paredes brancas)
10.2.09
9.2.09
Horós(com os)copos
You maintain a certain intellectual aloofness that can damage your romantic relationships. In a prior life you were interested in the common good; perhaps you were a revolutionary leader, an academic or someone who worked for social reform, and you distanced yourself from people on a personal basis in order to devote your energies to the group as a whole.
In your current life you maintain a bit of that aloofness, and it can make your intimate partner feel neglected or held at arm's length. You have a tendency to claim your individuality in a way that pushes others away. Your lover might bring this to your attention, in a direct or indirect way. If you maintain your individuality too stringently, you can inadvertently hurt the people who are closest to you.
You have a certain shyness, a reserved demeanor, that is rooted in some kind of insecurity that you have carried with you from a past life. You use your intellectual leanings as a tool, a crutch even -- you distance yourself from emotional entanglements that might overwhelm you. You have trouble sharing your innermost thoughts, feelings and fears, and this can make your romantic partner feel rather shut out.
In your current life you maintain a bit of that aloofness, and it can make your intimate partner feel neglected or held at arm's length. You have a tendency to claim your individuality in a way that pushes others away. Your lover might bring this to your attention, in a direct or indirect way. If you maintain your individuality too stringently, you can inadvertently hurt the people who are closest to you.
You have a certain shyness, a reserved demeanor, that is rooted in some kind of insecurity that you have carried with you from a past life. You use your intellectual leanings as a tool, a crutch even -- you distance yourself from emotional entanglements that might overwhelm you. You have trouble sharing your innermost thoughts, feelings and fears, and this can make your romantic partner feel rather shut out.
Racionalização do futuro de uma relação de y por d
A(y*d)= [[O(y*d)+O(d*y)]- [R(y*d)xR(d*y)]+[I(y*d):I(d*y)]] x [[E(y-p)+E(d-p)]+ [A(y*d)+A(d*y)]]
sendo que,
A- Amor
O- Ódio´
R- Respeito
I- Interesse
E- Esquecimento
A- Atracção
y- Indivíduo 1
d- Indivíduo 2
p- Passado
Patente: Marta Sousa Freitas
sendo que,
A- Amor
O- Ódio´
R- Respeito
I- Interesse
E- Esquecimento
A- Atracção
y- Indivíduo 1
d- Indivíduo 2
p- Passado
Patente: Marta Sousa Freitas
8.2.09
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
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