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"I like airplanes. I like anywhere that isn't a proper place. I like in-betweens." [Delirium (in Sandman) - Neil Gaiman]

Banda Sonora XIV

O que será criar uma obra que fica para as próximas gerações? Aposto que, na maior parte das vezes, quem o faz nem sequer pensa nisso. Out on the wiley, windy moors We'd roll and fall in green You had a temper, like my jealousy Too hot, too greedy How could you leave me? When I needed to possess you? I hated you, I loved you too Bad dreams in the night They told me I was going to lose the fight Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering Wuthering Heights Heathcliff, its me, Cathy come home I'm so cold, let me in-a-your window Oh it gets dark, it gets lonely On the other side from you I pine alot, I find the lot Falls through without you I'm coming back love, cruel Heathcliff My one dream, my only master Too long I roam in the night I'm coming back to his side to put it right I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering, Wuthering Heights Oh let me have it, let me grab your soul away Oh let me have it, let me grab your soul away You know it's me, Cathy [Kate Bush - Wutherin

Natal Chique

Percorro o dia, que esmorece Nas ruas cheias de rumor; Minha alma vã desaparece Na muita pressa e pouco amor. Hoje é Natal. Comprei um anjo, Dos que anunciam no jornal; Mas houve um etéreo desarranjo E o efeito em casa saiu mal. Valeu-me um príncipe esfarrapado A quem dão coroas no meio disto, Um moço doente, desanimado… Só esse pobre me pareceu Cristo. [Vitorino Nemésio 1901-1978]

Banda Sonora XIII

Call me easy, say I'm strong, love me my way, it ain't wrong. Katharina Franck com os Rainbirds. Uma das melhores escritoras de canções da Europa. Vale mesmo a pena acompanhar o seu trabalho. You might be knocking Knocking knocking at my door Don`t you wonder, baby You`ll find me Rocking rocking Back and forth on the floor I hear a rocking song It`ll take just as long I need to enter the screen To walk thru the mirror Down thru that hallway Within the walls, the lengh of my spine I rock for my mama Rock for my papa Rock for my sister to get things right I rock when i`m lonely Rock for you only Only you to hold me tight This is a rocking song It`ll take just as long I need to enter the screen To walk thru that mirror Down thru that hallway Within the walls, the lengh of my spine I rock for my body The feel for my body I rock for a rhythm a reason a ryhme Just sittin` there swaying Pretending i`m trying When i should be fighting for Sea of time Did you learn how to swim Did you l

Aplica-se a tanta gente...

"I like hearing myself talk. Is one of my greatest pleasures. I often have long conversations all by myself, and I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying." [The Remarkable Rocket - Oscar Wilde 1854–1900]

Pequeño Vals Vienés

E de Cohen a Ana Belén... En Viena hay diez muchachas, un hombro donde solloza la muerte y un bosque de palomas disecadas. Hay un fragmento de la mañana en el museo de la escarcha. Hay un salón con mil ventanas. ¡Ay, ay, ay, ay! Toma este vals con la boca cerrada. Este vals, este vals, este vals, este vals, de sí, de muerte y de coñac que moja su cola en el mar. Te quiero, te quiero, te quiero, con la butaca y el libro muerto, por el melancólico pasillo, en el oscuro desván del lirio, en nuestra cama de la luna y en la danza que sueña la tortuga. ¡Ay, ay, ay, ay! Toma este vals de quebrada cintura. En Viena hay cuatro espejos donde juegan tu boca y los ecos. Hay una muerte para piano que pinta de azul a los muchachos. Hay mendigos por los tejados, hay frescas guirnaldas de llanto. ¡Ay, ay, ay, ay! Toma este vals que se muere en mis brazos. Porque te quiero, te quiero, amor mío, en el desván donde juegan los niños, soñando viejas luces de Hungría por los rumores de la tarde tibia, viend

Banda Sonora XII

Uma valsa amordaçada. De Lorca a Cohen. Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women There's a shoulder where death comes to cry There's a lobby with nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from the morning And it hangs in theGallery of Frost Aey, aey, aey, aey Take this waltz, take this waltz Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws Oh I want you, I want you, I want you On a chair with a dead magazine In the cave at the tip of the lily In some hallway where love's never been On a bed where the moon has been sweating In a cry filled with footsteps and sand Aey, aey, aey, aey Take this waltz, take this waltz Take its broken waist in your hand This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz With its very own breath of brandy and death Dragging its tail in the sea There's a concert hall in Vienna Where your mouth had a thousand reviews There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking They've been sentenced
"Which one of you is the last rubber duck in the tub of mediocrity?" [The Weakest Link - BBC]

De regresso... mais uma vez.

Cansado e pouco inspirado para escrever, limito-me a ouvir. Uma vez e outra. Load up on guns Bring your friends Its fun to lose And to pretend Shes overboard Myself assured I know I know A dirty word Hello With the lights out its less dangerous Here we are now Entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now Entertain us A mulatto An albino A mosquito My libido Yea Im worse at what I do best And for this gift I feel blessed Our little group has always been And always will until the end Hello With the lights out its less dangerous Here we are now Entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now Entertain us A mulatto An albino A mosquito My libido Yea And I forget Just what it takes And yet I guess it makes me smile I found it hard Its hard to find Oh well, whatever, nevermind Hello With the lights out its less dangerous Here we are now Entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now Entertain us A mulatto An albino A mosquito My libido Yea [Tori Amos - Smell

Delírio privado...

Ah, a frescura na face de não cumprir um dever! Faltar é positivamente estar no campo! Que refúgio o não se poder ter confiança em nós! Respiro melhor agora que passaram as horas dos encontros, Faltei a todos, com uma deliberação do desleixo, Fiquei esperando a vontade de ir para lá, que eu saberia que não vinha. Sou livre, contra a sociedade organizada e vestida. Estou nu, e mergulho na água da minha imaginação. É tarde para eu estar em qualquer dos dois pontos onde estaria à mesma hora, Deliberadamente à mesma hora... Está bem, ficarei aqui sonhando versos e sorrindo em itálico. É tão engraçada esta parte assistente da vida! Até não consigo acender o cigarro seguinte... Se é um gesto, Fique com os outros, que me esperam, no desencontro que é a vida. [Fernando Pessoa]

Fantasmas de Berlim

A voz desta senhora persegue-me há anos. Nada melhor para marcar o regresso de umas férias demasiado curtas na sempre mítica Berlim. [Ute Lemper - Ghosts of Berlin]

Romance is dead?

"But the Catherine Wheel shook her head. "Romance is dead, Romance is dead, Romance is dead," she murmured. She was one of those people who think that, if you say the same thing over and over a great many times, it becomes true in the end." [The Remarkable Rocket - Oscar Wilde 1854–1900]

Banda Sonora IX

De vez em quando fecho os olhos e deixo-me levar... Take me as I am Someone you don't know Even in the dark You may not be sure Take me while you can I can see you standing in the smoky entrance Giving up your good intentions Leave the shadows dancing Dancing on their own Let the moment free you now And leave it all behind you I'll know where you've gone Let the world go on Take me as I am I may disappear Fade into the night Lighter than your thoughts Take me while you can Never knowing who or what you are until you're Living with the unfamiliar Leave the shadows dancing Dancing on their own Let the moment free you now And leave it all behind you I'll know where you've gone Let the world go on There's a place where fear won't find you Where your secret dreams remind you This is all you have to know and This is all you have to go on Everything you have inside you Everything you need to guide you This is all you have to know and This is all you have to go
"Só não duvido dos que não têm certezas. " [Luís R.]

Banda Sonora VIII

Uma das menos conhecidas e uma das minhas favoritas de sempre dos "Leverpullers". Triste sem dúvida, mas quem é que nunca passou por um momento assim? Here I stand head in hand Turn my face to the wall If she's gone I can't go on Feelin' two-foot small Everywhere people stare Each and every day I can see them laugh at me And I hear them say Hey you've got to hide your love away Hey you've got to hide your love away How can I even try I can never win Hearing them, seeing them In the state I'm in How could she say to me Love will find a way Gather round all you clowns Let me hear you say Hey you've got to hide your love away Hey you've got to hide your love away [Beatles - You've got to hide your love away]

Banda Sonora VII

Favored son Turn in the garden Shades of one Sins forgotten Favored signs to find hope In the rounds of life Favored rhymes to find hope In the sands of life Favored son Fence in your heart Saviored son Sins forgotten [Dead Can Dance - Rakim]

O Relógio
( adereço conceptual para usar no pulso )

Pára-me um tempo por dentro passa-me um tempo por fora. O tempo que foi constante no meu contratempo estar passa-me agora adiante como se fosse parar. Por cada relógio certo no tempo que sou agora há um tempo descoberto no tempo que se demora. Fica-me o tempo por dentro passa-me o tempo por fora. [José Carlos Ary dos Santos 1937-1984] (publicado em resposta a uma piquenina provocação)
Uma das grandes desvantagens da tecnologia é o facto de os milagres agora passarem despercebidos. [Luís R.]

Song of Lorien

In Dwimordene, in Lorien Seldom have walked the feet of men, Few mortal eyes have seen the light That lies there ever, long and bright. Galadriel! Galadriel! Clear is the water of your well; White is the stars in your white hand; Unmarred, unstained is leaf and land In Dwimordene, in Lorien More fair than thoughts of Mortal Men. [J.R.R.Tokien 1892-1973]

Banda Sonora VI

She comes up with the morning sun And tells me life has just begun Oh, what it is to be young And in the early evening light She brings me flowers from the sun Oh what it is to be young And if you see her you will know She's like a shadow Falling softly on the snow And in the early evening light She brings me flowers for the night Oh what it is to be young And if you see her you will know She's like a shadow Falling softly on the snow And in the early evening light She brings me flowers for the night Oh what it is to be young [Barclay James Harvest - Galadriel]

Cisnes reflectidos como Elefantes

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[Salvador Dali 1904-1989] [colecção particular]

Sabedoria Felina

Alice : Podes dizer-me para onde ir a partir de agora? O Gato de Cheshire : Isso depende de para onde queres ir. Alice : Não me importa muito... O Gato de Cheshire : Então também não importa para onde vás. Alice : ... desde que chegue a algum lado. O Gato de Cheshire : Oh. Com certeza que chegas, se andares o suficiente. [Alice no País das Maravilhas - Lewis Carroll 1832-1898]

La Golconde

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[René Magritte 1898-1967] [The Menil Collection, Houston, TX, USA]

What keeps mankind alive?

You gentlemen who think you have a mission To purge us of the seven deadly sins Should first sort out the basic food position Then start your preaching, that’s where it begins You lot who preach restraint and watch your waist as well Should learn, for once, the way the world is run However much you twist or whatever lies that you tell Food is the first thing, morals follow on So first make sure that those who are now starving Get proper helpings when we all start carving What keeps mankind alive? What keeps mankind alive? The fact that millions are daily tortured Stifled, punished, silenced and oppressed Mankind can keep alive thanks to its brilliance In keeping its humanity repressed And for once you must try not to shriek the facts Mankind is kept alive by bestial acts [Bertolt Brecht 1898-1956]

Banda Sonora V

Save me from the movies and someone else's dreams While angels make their music and give my spirit wings I just concertina and wrap around the world Staying out 'til 6 o'clock and singing like a fool I've only got this morning to live Look at all the colours at my fingertips I don't want to stand still I just want to freewheel I don't want to lose this Save my feet from dancing with anyone at all Worn out shoes because lotus blue is hanging in the hall You're a face in the distance I hope to recognise It's like running through deep water trying to look into your eyes I've only got this morning to live Look at all the colours at my fingertips I don't want to stand still I just want to freewheel I don't want to lose this [Duke Special - Freewheel]

Os discípulos...

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[Eugéne Burnand 1850-1921] [Museu d'Orsay, Paris]

Pensamentos Nocturnos

Ervas rasteiras, Brisa suave, Sozinho na noite - Sob um mastro, ao alto. As estrelas suspensas, Sobre a vasta planície, A lua ondula - Corre o Grande Rio Vem das obras, a Fama? O letrado retira-se, velho E doente - sempre errante - Que sou eu senão uma gaivota Entre céu e terra? [Du Fu 712-770]

Caminhante sobre o Mar de Nevoeiro

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[Caspar David Friedrich 1774-1840] [Kunsthalle, Hamburgo]

História sem sentido II

Entrei no bar e pedi um corpo com água. Agitei-o com cuidado até o erre se derreter completamente e bebi devagar. Não há nada melhor para matar a sede! [Luís R.]

Madrugada

Madrugada, é tempo de partir Lá longe noutro mundo há um sonho que espera Há que deixar para trás aquilo que passou Fechar ouvidos a quem te pede para ficar O tempo não pára O sol nasceu, as velas estão erguidas No horizonte a terra é uma recordação E na concha apanhada na areia Há ondas a murmurar Ondas céu azul gaivotas e navios Vontade de partir para longe para outro lugar Fria, tão fria Tão só ao acordar Saudade e esperança na volta daquele que te deixou E na concha apanhada na areia Há ondas a murmurar Ondas céu azul gaivotas e navios Vontade de partir para longe para outro lugar [Luís R. - 1989]

Sabes, as aves

sabes, as aves aquáticas já não pernoitam junto ao mar nem por entre nossos dedos de areia sobem-me vozes calcárias à garganta, estrangulo-me neste humilde canto, fico atento ao eterno silêncio do teu castelo às vezes escuto teu cantar, raramente, é certo… mas quando cantas saem- -te nomes puros da boca e sorrisos diáfanos de cristais os lábios incendeiam-se com vinho, teu corpo adquire osabor misterioso das algas no crepúsculo expande-se o perfume a moreia frita, teu olhar é o mosto dos nossos desejos dançamos à roda dum mastro, saia em papel de seda bordada com búzios… uma cuadra flutua pela noite de nossos cabelos rodopias, e os teus amores são relembrados pela noite adiante espalham-se estrelas candentes, papoulas breves, junco molhado e o mar enche-se novamente de pássaros, embarcações semelhantes a beijos que nos percorrem de alegria. [Al Berto 1948-1997]

Banda Sonora IV

Give us this day all that you showed me - The power and the glory till my kingdom comes. Give us this day all that you showed me - The power and the glory till my kingdom comes. Give me all the storybook told me The faith and the glory till my kingdom comes. And they said that in our time all that's good will fall from grace. Even saints would turn their face in our time. And they told us that in our days Different words said in different ways Have other meanings from he who says in our time: And they said that in our time we would reap from their legacy We would learn from what they had seen in our time. And they told us that in our days We would know what was high on high We would follow and not defy in our time. Faithless in faith we must behold the things we see. [Ultravox - Hymn]

Polémica

"Bad art is more tragically beautiful than good art because it documents human failure" [Tristan Rêveur - artista imaginário - citado no filme "Stay"]

Ode to Cynthia

Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wishèd sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart, And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st a day of night Goddess excellently bright. [Ben Jonson 1572-1637]

Banda Sonora III

Someone will call Something will fall And smash on the floor Without reading the text Know what comes next Seen it before And it's painful Things must change We must rearrange them Or we'll have to estrange them All that I'm saying The game's not worth playing Over and over again You're the one I like best You retain my interest You're the only one If it wasn't for you Don't know what I'd do Unpredictable like the sun And the rainfall Things must change We must rearrange them Or we'll have to estrange them All that I'm saying The game's not worth playing Over and over again [Depeche Mode - The Sun and the Rainfall]
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E aos grandes cientistas e pensadores que passam a sua vida a tentar fazer-nos compreender como universo é grande e quão pequeno é cada um de nós só tenho uma coisa a dizer: Pequeno? Sem Dúvida. Ínfimo? É verdade. Insignificante? Com certeza. Mas acima de tudo Uma Parte deste fabuloso Universo. Essa certeza e esse orgulho nunca me conseguirão tirar. [Luís R.]

Citação III

"Dado que sou bastante mais inteligente que a maioria os meus erros tendem a ser proporcionalmente maiores" [Albus Dumbledore]

Tiger

TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And, when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee? Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? [William Blake]