Professor: Quando eu dou formações sobre sexualidade, geralmente eu digo que ainda vivemos na época dos "pais das mãos queimadas"!
[risos] Porquê?
Professor: Ainda existem pais que põem as mãos na fogueira pela virgindade das filhas...
[risos]
abril 30, 2008
Aula de Sociologia II
Professor: Quando eu dou formações sobre sexualidade, geralmente eu digo que ainda vivemos na época dos "pais das mãos queimadas"!
Professor: Ainda existem pais que põem as mãos na fogueira pela virgindade das filhas...
abril 29, 2008
and i know i was wrong*
yesterday i got so old
i felt like i could die
yesterday i got so old
it made me want to cry
go on go on
just walk away
go on go on
your choice is made
go on go on
and disappear
go on go on
away from here
and i know i was wrong
when i said it was true
that it couldn't be me and be her
inbetween without you
without you
yesterday i got so scared
i shivered like a child
yesterday away from you
it froze me deep inside
come back come back
don't walk away
come back come back
come back today
come back come back
why can't you see?
come back come back
come back to me
and i know i was wrong
when i said it was true
that it couldn't be me and be her
inbetween without you
without you
*when i said it was true
vs.
Até que ponto é que o amor e a atracção sexual por pessoas distintas podem ser saudáveis ou coexistir sem se traírem?
O que é pecar?
Pensar ou agir (sendo fiel a si mesmo)?
Há dúvidas que não se desvanecem...
Sometimes I wish I could broke myself into pieces... so I could give myself to You.
abril 27, 2008
tom waits
photo by Anton CorbijnAnd so a secret kiss
Brings madness with the bliss
And I will think of this
When I'm dead in my grave
Set me adrift and I'm lost over there
And I must be insane
abril 26, 2008
amor com amor se paga*
acho que temos que ser para os inimigos como para os amigos dar o melhor, ou o pior de nós.
*you should have known better...
abril 24, 2008
abril 23, 2008
Porto is Calling!
abril 22, 2008
abril 21, 2008
abril 20, 2008
great story teller - vale a pena ouvir!
Johnny Cash - A boy named Sue
My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
Aulas de Aconselhamento Familiar:
Onde se faz e diz tudo o que NÃO está relacionado com Aconselhamento
abril 19, 2008
Não sei
Não sei caminhar.
Tenho medo.
Sempre tive, sempre hei-de ter...
Não me dói cair e levantar, dói-me não poder voltar atrás.
Não gosto de avançar de todo... sou o rei de xadrez, sou uma peça de museu, sou a menina de pé atrás...
Limito-me a mudar de roupa... a mudar o disfarce.
Nos dias de chuva... as botas, o casacão.
Nos dias de sol descubro a pele, queimo-me, sobrevivo...
Nos próximos dias terei de avançar ou simplesmente continuar no pedestal... não sei o que fazer, não sei o que querer, estou-me a deixar-me ir...
Tenho medo.
Sempre tive, sempre hei-de ter...
Não me dói cair e levantar, dói-me não poder voltar atrás.
Não gosto de avançar de todo... sou o rei de xadrez, sou uma peça de museu, sou a menina de pé atrás...
Limito-me a mudar de roupa... a mudar o disfarce.
Nos dias de chuva... as botas, o casacão.
Nos dias de sol descubro a pele, queimo-me, sobrevivo...
Nos próximos dias terei de avançar ou simplesmente continuar no pedestal... não sei o que fazer, não sei o que querer, estou-me a deixar-me ir...
...está-me a doer crescer...
abril 18, 2008
Dan in Real Life
Dan Burns: What don't I understand, Cara? Please, help me out. What is it? Is it frustrating that you can't be with this person? That there's something keeping you apart? That there's something about this person that you can connect with? And whenever you're near this person, you don't know what to say, and you say everything that's in your mind and in your heart, and you know that if you could just be together, that this person would help you become the best possible version of yourself?
abril 16, 2008
Adoptem-na
Esta cadela foi abandonada à porta do canil de Tavira. Eu infelizmente não posso ter mais animais, por isso alguém que queira adoptar este doce ou oferecê-lo, faça favor de o dizer.Estas patinhas são a coisa mais doceeee... só dá vontade de apertar.
abril 15, 2008
do you know for how long have i been loving you...?*
Rita RedShoes - Hey Tom
*or i wanna make you smile, close your eyes, set you free
*or i wanna make you smile, close your eyes, set you free
abril 13, 2008
Na Fnac
Uma menina estava no sector infantil com a mãe e a avó a ver livros, entre os quais, um livro com imagens e fotos de animais...
Avó: Olha que giro! Estes são os porcos e ao lado estão os porquinhos...
Menina: (franze a testa). Ó avó não são porquinhos, são leitões!!
Avó: Olha que giro! Estes são os porcos e ao lado estão os porquinhos...
Menina: (franze a testa). Ó avó não são porquinhos, são leitões!!
Ri, ri e ri...
abril 12, 2008
novo inquilino*
pode ter um lábio descolado da gengiva, uma patinha meio atrofiada, não ver muito bem, e ter um pequeno problema num dos olhos mas vai ter um novo lar onde será muito acarinhado.ainda não tem é nome...
*i love animals
abril 11, 2008
abril 09, 2008
It's embarrassing to need someone like I do You*
Of Montreal Past Is A Grotesque Animal
*or things could be so different but they're not
abril 08, 2008
somebody special
Mia: Don't you hate that?
Vincent: What?
Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
Vincent: I don't know. That's a good question.
Mia: That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.
abril 07, 2008
Mars Volta
dia 2 de Agosto no Festival Paredes de Coura, para apresentar o novo álbum The Bedlam In Goliath . Espero por este concerto há séculos (Desespero contido)
E depois Björk dia 7 de Agosto no Sudoeste.
Quem quer vir comigo?
Entretanto, contento-me dia 10 de Abril a ouvir a minha homónima no Coliseu dos Recreios com a orquestra sinfónica de Lisboa.
abril 06, 2008
like people in love*
Juno MacGuff: I'm losing my faith in humanity. Mac MacGuff: Think you can narrow it down for me?
Juno MacGuff: I guess I wonder sometimes if people ever stay together for good.
Mac MacGuff: You mean like couples?
Juno MacGuff: Yeah, like people in love.
[...]
Juno MacGuff: Dad, it's not about that. I just need to know if it's possible for two people to stay happy together forever, or at least for a few years.
Mac MacGuff: It's not easy, that's for sure. Now, I may not have the best track record in the world, but I have been with your stepmother for 10 years now and I'm proud to say that we're very happy.
[Juno nods]
Mac MacGuff: In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person will still think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with.
*it could be easier with us.
Música do dia...
Without giving anything away
I can say it's by the sea
It's a house that used to be
The home of a friend of mine
Without giving anything away
You'll find ships inside of bottles
When the garden's overgrown
The house is white, but the paint is coming off
I didn't know if you wanted to
But I came to pick you up
You didn't even hesitate
And now you and me are on our way
I think I've bought everything we need
Don't look back, don't think of the
Other places you should've been
It's a good thing that you came along with me
Gold in the air of summer
You'll shine like gold in the air of summer
You'll shine like gold in the air of summer
You'll shine like gold in the air of summer
Kings of Convenience - [Gold in the air of summer]
É Domingo... Isso diz tudo...
abril 04, 2008
Emenda
Slimmy e Kumpania Algazarra também vêm à Semana Académica, só que no palco RUA!
Mas assim até já compro o bilhete semanal. Entretanto trabalha-se para a monografia.
Mas assim até já compro o bilhete semanal. Entretanto trabalha-se para a monografia.
[grito surdo]
abril 02, 2008
Cartaz Semana Académica do Algarve 08
Mais um ano e tu fazes parte da Festa!
Este ano o tema é "Marca-te"
Quinta-feira dia 8-Serenata, Tocá Rufar, Anjos...
Sexta-feira dia 9-Noite Brasileira com Água na Boca
e Fafá de Belém...
Sábado- dia 10-Hands on Approach,
(falta confirmação de outra banda)...
Domingo- dia 11-Noite Africana com Bonga...
Segunda-feira dia 12-Noite Popular com Claudisabel
e Marco Paulo...
Terça-feira dia 13-Noite Ska com Fonzie e Tara Perdida...
Quarta-Feira dia 15-Noite Hip-Hop com Dealema e Boss Ac...
Quinta-feira dia 16-Noite das Tunas...
Sexta-feira dia 17-com Marcelo D2 e Quem é o Bob...
Sábado dia 18-com Xutos e Pontapés, Bunny Ranch
e Pethe da Zouk...
Isto parece um cartaz do dia das mentiras. Não sei se chore.. não sei se grite!
A Beleza
dos meus meninos Down
"Nãaaao! Sónia, olha... amanhã Lua Cheia, depois... Quarto Minguante, depois... Lua Nova e depois... Quarto Crescente", enquanto conta as fases pelos dedos da sua mão e agita a cabeça como o compasso de uma canção.
E depois... dois sorrisos do tamanho do mundo.
Obrigado por me ensinares coisas que já esqueci...
abril 01, 2008
não sei se sou feliz*
Contemplo o lago mudo
Que uma brisa estremece.
Não sei se penso em tudo
Ou se tudo me esquece.
O lago nada me diz,
Não sinto a brisa mexê-lo.
Não sei se sou feliz
Nem se desejo sê-lo.
Trémulos vincos risonhos
Na água adormecida.
Porque fiz eu dos sonhos
A minha única vida?
Fernando Pessoa - Antologia Poética
*nem se desejo sê-lo
Que uma brisa estremece.
Não sei se penso em tudo
Ou se tudo me esquece.
O lago nada me diz,
Não sinto a brisa mexê-lo.
Não sei se sou feliz
Nem se desejo sê-lo.
Trémulos vincos risonhos
Na água adormecida.
Porque fiz eu dos sonhos
A minha única vida?
Fernando Pessoa - Antologia Poética
*nem se desejo sê-lo
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