“I can believe anything provided it is incredible.”
Oscar Wilde
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Friday, February 16, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Friday, January 12, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
i will wade out
till my thighs
are steeped
in burning flowers
i will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into
the ripe air
alive : with closed eyes
to dash
against darkness
in the sleeping curves
of my body
i shall enter
fingers
of smooth mastery
with chasteness
of sea-girls
will i complete the mystery
of my flesh
the mystery
of my flesh
Bjork
till my thighs
are steeped
in burning flowers
i will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into
the ripe air
alive : with closed eyes
to dash
against darkness
in the sleeping curves
of my body
i shall enter
fingers
of smooth mastery
with chasteness
of sea-girls
will i complete the mystery
of my flesh
the mystery
of my flesh
Bjork
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Friday, January 05, 2007
Friday, December 29, 2006
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
filthy frrench
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Friday, December 22, 2006
happy "O" day
Seja eu,
Seja eu,
Deixa que eu seja eu.
E aceita
O que seja seu.
Então deita e aceita eu.
Molha eu,
Seca eu,
Deixa que eu seja o céu.
E receba
O que seja seu.
Anoiteça e amanheça eu.
Beija eu,
Beija eu,
Beija eu, me beija
Deixa
O que seja ser
Então beba e receba
Meu corpo no seu corpo,
Corpo eu
No meu corpo
Deixa,
Eu me deixo
Anoiteça e amanheça
Marisa Monte
Seja eu,
Deixa que eu seja eu.
E aceita
O que seja seu.
Então deita e aceita eu.
Molha eu,
Seca eu,
Deixa que eu seja o céu.
E receba
O que seja seu.
Anoiteça e amanheça eu.
Beija eu,
Beija eu,
Beija eu, me beija
Deixa
O que seja ser
Então beba e receba
Meu corpo no seu corpo,
Corpo eu
No meu corpo
Deixa,
Eu me deixo
Anoiteça e amanheça
Marisa Monte
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
# 1 Avoid fields. Jump fences. Disciplinary boundaries and regulatory regimes are attempts to control the wilding of creative life. They are often understandable efforts to order what are manifold, complex, evolutionary processes. Our job is to jump the fences and cross the fields.
# 2 Think with your mind. Forget technology. Creativity is not device-dependent.
# 3 Stay up late. Strange things happen when you’ve gone too far, been up too long, worked too hard, and you're separated from the rest of the world.
# 4 Don’t be cool. Cool is conservative fear dressed in black. Free yourself from limits of this sort.
# 5 Slow down. Desynchronize from standard time frames and surprising opportunities may present themselves.
Bruce Mau
# 2 Think with your mind. Forget technology. Creativity is not device-dependent.
# 3 Stay up late. Strange things happen when you’ve gone too far, been up too long, worked too hard, and you're separated from the rest of the world.
# 4 Don’t be cool. Cool is conservative fear dressed in black. Free yourself from limits of this sort.
# 5 Slow down. Desynchronize from standard time frames and surprising opportunities may present themselves.
Bruce Mau
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Monday, September 04, 2006
Monday, August 28, 2006
Monday, August 21, 2006
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Monday, August 07, 2006
A love struck Romeo, sings in the streets a serenade
Laying everybody low, with a love song that he made
Finds a street light, steps out of the shade
'n' says something like, "You and me babe, how about it?"
Juliet says, "Hey it's Romeo, you nearly gave me a heart attack"
He's underneath the window, she's singing, 'Hey la, my boyfriend's back
You shouldn't come around here, singing up at people like that'
Anyway, what you gonna do about it?
Juliet, the dice was loaded from the start,
And I bet, then you exploded in my heart,
And I forget, I forget, the movie song
When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?
Come up on different streets, they both were streets of shame,
Both dirty, both mean, yes, and the dream was just the same,
And I dreamed your dream for you, and now your dream is real
How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals?
When you can fall for chains of silver, you can fall for chains of gold
You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold
You promised me everything, you promised me thick and thin, yeah
Now you just say, "Oh Romeo, yeah, you know I used to have a scene with him"
Juliet, when we made love you used to cry
You said "I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die"
There's a place for us, you know the movie song
When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?
I can't do the talks, like they talk on the TV
And I can't do a love song, like the way it's meant to be
I can't do everything, but I'll do anything for you
I can't do anything 'cept be in love with you
And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be
All I do is keep the beat, 'n bad company
And all I do is kiss you, through the bars of a rhyme
Juliet, I'd do the stars with you, anytime
Ah Juliet, when we made love you used to cry
You said I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die
There's a place for us, you know the movie song
When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?
And a love struck Romeo, sings a streets a serenade,
Laying everybody low, with a love song that he made
Finds a convenient street light, steps out of the shade
'n' says something like, "You and me babe, how about it?"
"You and me babe, how about it?"
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Com o teu passo inseguro e o paraiso no teu olhar
Chegaste com três vinténs
E o ar de quem não tem
Muito mais a perder
O vinho não era bom
A banda não tinha tom
Mas tu fizeste a noite apetecer
Mandaste a minha solidão embora
Iluminaste o pavilhão da aurora
Com o teu passo inseguro
E o paraíso no teu olhar
Eu fiquei louco por ti
Logo rejuvenesci
Não podia falhar
Dispondo a meu favor
Da eloquência do amor
Ali mesmo à mão de semear
Mostrei-te a origem do bem e o reverso
Provei-te que o que conta no universo
É esse passo inseguro
E o paraíso no teu olhar
Dá-me lume, dá-me lume
Deixa o teu fogo envolver-me
Até a música acabar
Dá-me lume, não deixes o frio entrar
Faz os teus braços fechar-me as asas
Há tanto tempo a acenar
Eu tinha o espírito aberto
Às vezes andei perto
Da essência do amor
Porém no meio dos colchões
No meio dos trambolhões
A situação era cada vez pior
Tu despertaste em mim um ser mais leve
E eu sei que essencialmente isso se deve
A esse passo inseguro
E ao paraíso no teu olhar
Dá-me lume, dá-me lume
Deixa o teu fogo envolver-me
Até a música acabar
Dá-me lume, não deixes o frio entrar
Faz os teus braços fechar-me as asas
Há tanto tempo a acenar
Se eu fosse compositor
Compunha em teu louvor
Um hino triunfal
Se eu fosse crítico de arte
Havia de declarar-te
Obra-prima à escala mundial
Mas eu não passo dum homem vulgar
Que tem a sorte de saborear
Esse teu passo inseguro
E o paraíso no teu olhar
Esse teu passo inseguro
E o paraíso no teu olhar
Dá me lume, Jorge Palma
Fiquei contente quando hoje, pela primeira vez reparei na letra desta musica enquanto dava na radio.
E o ar de quem não tem
Muito mais a perder
O vinho não era bom
A banda não tinha tom
Mas tu fizeste a noite apetecer
Mandaste a minha solidão embora
Iluminaste o pavilhão da aurora
Com o teu passo inseguro
E o paraíso no teu olhar
Eu fiquei louco por ti
Logo rejuvenesci
Não podia falhar
Dispondo a meu favor
Da eloquência do amor
Ali mesmo à mão de semear
Mostrei-te a origem do bem e o reverso
Provei-te que o que conta no universo
É esse passo inseguro
E o paraíso no teu olhar
Dá-me lume, dá-me lume
Deixa o teu fogo envolver-me
Até a música acabar
Dá-me lume, não deixes o frio entrar
Faz os teus braços fechar-me as asas
Há tanto tempo a acenar
Eu tinha o espírito aberto
Às vezes andei perto
Da essência do amor
Porém no meio dos colchões
No meio dos trambolhões
A situação era cada vez pior
Tu despertaste em mim um ser mais leve
E eu sei que essencialmente isso se deve
A esse passo inseguro
E ao paraíso no teu olhar
Dá-me lume, dá-me lume
Deixa o teu fogo envolver-me
Até a música acabar
Dá-me lume, não deixes o frio entrar
Faz os teus braços fechar-me as asas
Há tanto tempo a acenar
Se eu fosse compositor
Compunha em teu louvor
Um hino triunfal
Se eu fosse crítico de arte
Havia de declarar-te
Obra-prima à escala mundial
Mas eu não passo dum homem vulgar
Que tem a sorte de saborear
Esse teu passo inseguro
E o paraíso no teu olhar
Esse teu passo inseguro
E o paraíso no teu olhar
Dá me lume, Jorge Palma
Fiquei contente quando hoje, pela primeira vez reparei na letra desta musica enquanto dava na radio.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Monday, July 31, 2006
Friday, July 28, 2006
Monday, July 17, 2006
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Friday, July 07, 2006
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Monday, June 19, 2006
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Friday, June 09, 2006
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
someone said..
"One of the greatest joys known to man is to take a flight
into ignorance in search of knowledge."
into ignorance in search of knowledge."
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Inside and out
Baby, I can't figure it out
Your kisses taste like honey
Sweet lies don't gimme no rise
Oh, oh what you're trying to do?
Livin' on your cheatin'
and the pain grows inside me
It's enough to leave me crying in the rain
Love you forever but you're
driving me insane
and I'm hanging on
Oh, oh, I'll win, I'll never give in
Our love has got the power
Too many lovers in one lifetime
ain't good for you
You treat me like a vision in the night
Someone there to stand behind you
When your world ain't working right
I ain't no vision, I am the man
who loves you inside out
backwards and forwards with
my heart hanging out
I love no other way
What am I gonna do if we lose that fire?
Wrap myself up and take me home again
Too many heartaches in one
lifetime ain't good for me
I figure it's the love that keeps you warm
Let this moment be forever
we won't ever feel the storm
I ain't no vision, I am the man
who loves you inside out
backwards and forwards with
my heart hanging out
I love no other way
What am I gonna do if we lose that fire?
Don't try to tell me it's all over
I can't hear a word I can't hear a line
No man could love you more
And that's what I'm cryin' for
You can't change the way I feel inside
You're the reason for my laughter and my sorrow
Blow out the candle I will burn again tomorrow
No man on earth can stand
between my love and I
And no matter how you hurt me
I will love you till I die
I ain't no vision, I am the man
who loves you inside out
backwards and forwards with
my heart hanging out
I love no other way
What am I gonna do if we lose that fire?
Bee Gees
Monday, May 29, 2006
it's too hot to think

listening to...
It don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing
(doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah)
It don't mean a thing all you got to do is sing
(doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah)
It makes no difference
If it's sweet or hot
Just give that rhythm
Everything you've got
It don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing
(doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah)
It don't mean a thing all you got to do is sing
(doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah)
It makes no difference
If it's sweet or hot
Just give that rhythm
Everything you've got
It don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing
(doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah)
It makes no difference
If it's sweet or hot
Just give that rhythm
Everything you've got
It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing
It don't mean a thing all you got to do is sing
(doo-ah)
It makes no difference
If it's sweet or hot
Just give that rhythm
Everything you've got
Don't mean a thing all you've gotta do is swing
It don't mean a thing all you've gotta do is sing
It makes no difference
If it's sweet or hot
Give that rhythm
Everything you've got
It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing
(doo-ah, dooooo-aaaaah)
Don't mean a thing
Ella Fitzgerald
Friday, May 26, 2006
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Free as a bird, it's the next best thing to be.
Free as a bird,
it's the next best thing to be.
Free as a bird.
Home, home and dry,
like a homing bird I'll fly
as a bird on wings.
Whatever happened to
the life that we once knew?
Can we really live without each other?
Where did we lose the touch
that seemed to mean so much?
It always made me feel so...
Free as a bird,
like the next best thing to be.
Free as a bird.
Home, home and dry,
like a homing bird I'll fly
as a bird on wings.
Whatever happened to
the life that we once knew?
Always made me feel so free.
Free as a bird.
It's the next best thing to be.
Free as a bird.
Free as a bird.
Free as a bird.
Beatles
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
ouvi dizer
“Contrary to what most women think, men are interested in successful relationships. Most men will never pass up the chance to date the woman of their dreams. In fact, when a man does encounter this rarity of a woman, his passion gets the better of him. The thoughts that race through his mind are something like: "This woman is my girl. I'm going to treat her right and do all I can to make her happy."
Monday, May 22, 2006
dia não.nothing to say. it happens.
The plan it wasn't much of a plan
I just started walking
I had enough of this old town
had nothing else to do
It was one of those nights
you wonder how nobody died
we started talking
You didn't come here to have fun
you said: "well I just came for you"
But do you still love me?
do you feel the same
Do I have a chance
of doing that old dance
with someone I've been
pushing away
And touch we touched the soul
the very soul, the soul of what we were then
With the old schemes of shattered dreams
lying on the floor
You looked at me
no more than sympathy
my lies you have heard them
My stories you have laughed with
my clothes you have torn
And do you still love me?
do you feel the same
And do I have a chance
of doing that old dance again
Is it too late for some of that romance again
Let's go away, we'll never have the chance again
You lost that feeling
You want it again
More than I'm feeling
you'll never get
You've had a go at
all that you know
You lost that feeling
so come down and show
Don't say goodbye
let accusations fly
like in that movie
You know the one where Martin Sheen
waves his arm to the girl on the street
I once told a friend
that nothing really ends
no one can prove it
So I'm asking you now
could it possibly be
that you still love me?
And do you feel the same
Do I have a chance
of doing that old dance again
Is it too late for some of that romance again
Let's go away, we'll never have the chance again
I take it all from you
I take it all from you
I take it all from you
I take it all from you
I take it all from you
I take it all from you
deus
I just started walking
I had enough of this old town
had nothing else to do
It was one of those nights
you wonder how nobody died
we started talking
You didn't come here to have fun
you said: "well I just came for you"
But do you still love me?
do you feel the same
Do I have a chance
of doing that old dance
with someone I've been
pushing away
And touch we touched the soul
the very soul, the soul of what we were then
With the old schemes of shattered dreams
lying on the floor
You looked at me
no more than sympathy
my lies you have heard them
My stories you have laughed with
my clothes you have torn
And do you still love me?
do you feel the same
And do I have a chance
of doing that old dance again
Is it too late for some of that romance again
Let's go away, we'll never have the chance again
You lost that feeling
You want it again
More than I'm feeling
you'll never get
You've had a go at
all that you know
You lost that feeling
so come down and show
Don't say goodbye
let accusations fly
like in that movie
You know the one where Martin Sheen
waves his arm to the girl on the street
I once told a friend
that nothing really ends
no one can prove it
So I'm asking you now
could it possibly be
that you still love me?
And do you feel the same
Do I have a chance
of doing that old dance again
Is it too late for some of that romance again
Let's go away, we'll never have the chance again
I take it all from you
I take it all from you
I take it all from you
I take it all from you
I take it all from you
I take it all from you
deus
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Friday, May 19, 2006
#1 Love your experiments (as you would an ugly child). Joy is the engine of growth. Exploit the liberty in casting your work as beautiful experiments, iterations, attempts, trials, and errors. Take the long view and allow yourself the fun of failure every day.
#2 Work the metaphor. Every object has the capacity to stand for something other than what is apparent. Work on what it stands for.
#3 Drift. Allow yourself to wander aimlessly. Explore adjacencies. Lack judgment. Postpone criticism.
#4 Capture accidents. The wrong answer is the right answer in search of a different question. Collect wrong answers as part of the process. Ask different questions.
#2 Work the metaphor. Every object has the capacity to stand for something other than what is apparent. Work on what it stands for.
#3 Drift. Allow yourself to wander aimlessly. Explore adjacencies. Lack judgment. Postpone criticism.
#4 Capture accidents. The wrong answer is the right answer in search of a different question. Collect wrong answers as part of the process. Ask different questions.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Thursday, May 11, 2006
"The fact remains that getting people right is not what living is all about anyway. It's getting them wrong that is living, getting them wrong and wrong and wrong and then, on careful reconsideration, getting them wrong again. That's how we know we're alive: we're wrong. Maybe the best thing would be to forget being right or wrong about people and just go along for the ride. But if you can do that, well, lucky you."
Philip Roth, in American Pastoral
Philip Roth, in American Pastoral
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Dicen que por las noches
No más se le iba en puro llorar
Dicen que no comia
No mas se le iba en puro tomar
Juran que el mismo cielo
Se extremecia al oir su llanto
Como sufria por ella
Que hasta en su muerte la fue llamando
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Cantaba
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Gemia
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Cantaba
De pasion mortal Moria
Que una paloma triste
Muy de mañana le va a cantar
A la casita sola
Con las puertitas de par en par
Juran que esa paloma
No es otra cosa mas que su alma
Que todavia la espera
A que regrese la desdichada
Cucurrucucu
Paloma
Cucurrucucu
No llores
Las piedras jamás
Paloma
Que van a saber
De amores
No más se le iba en puro llorar
Dicen que no comia
No mas se le iba en puro tomar
Juran que el mismo cielo
Se extremecia al oir su llanto
Como sufria por ella
Que hasta en su muerte la fue llamando
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Cantaba
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Gemia
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Cantaba
De pasion mortal Moria
Que una paloma triste
Muy de mañana le va a cantar
A la casita sola
Con las puertitas de par en par
Juran que esa paloma
No es otra cosa mas que su alma
Que todavia la espera
A que regrese la desdichada
Cucurrucucu
Paloma
Cucurrucucu
No llores
Las piedras jamás
Paloma
Que van a saber
De amores
Monday, May 08, 2006
Sunday, May 07, 2006
"É a primeira vez que faz chorar uma mulher. O corpo dela quebra com os soluços, as frases são cortadas ao meio. Ele pensa que talvez um beijo, uma derradeira tarde de sexo possam anestesiar a aflição feminina. Nunca sentiu este desconforto, esta maldade, mesmo quando, num ringue, na rua, infligiu dor a outros homens. Ele gosta desta mulher. Mas terá sempre que considerar a dimensão do mundo e todas as outras mulheres."
in 'O coração dos homens' Hugo Gonçalves
in 'O coração dos homens' Hugo Gonçalves
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
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