Imagine there were no hypothetical situations.
fevereiro 28, 2009
fevereiro 27, 2009
It made my day
Ó L, o Francisco gosta de ti por amor.
Risos, risos, risos a ecoar numa cantina cheia de miúdos. O meu amado de bochechas encarnadas.
Priceless!!! É pena eu já não ter 8 anos. :p
fevereiro 26, 2009
What I became
“So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land!”
Peter Pan
*ou Eu sou uma espécie de Peter Pan amnésico, emigrado da Terra do Nunca.
fevereiro 25, 2009
fevereiro 24, 2009
Falo Street
Não são contas de resto zero. Dificilmente o serão. Eles vão passando pela tua vida (uma, duas, três... cinco vezes, passando, passando...) e deixam resquícios de sussurros, de beijos, mãos, de palavras que ficaram por dizer, de pequenos gestos que deixam sempre o talvez no bolso, como um trunfo que se pode jogar, quem sabe, uma noite destas... Amanhã talvez!
Mas sempre restos, sempre os mesmos restos, sempre o mesmo jogo de cintura... Mente para um lado, corpo para o outro. Cala-se a tesão, viola-se o sentimento. E nunca te foi tão fácil foder por foder, a pensar noutro, mas a gritar surpreendemente, crua e sincera e... infeliz. A falta que a masturbação já fazia!
Mas sempre restos, sempre os mesmos restos, sempre o mesmo jogo de cintura... Mente para um lado, corpo para o outro. Cala-se a tesão, viola-se o sentimento. E nunca te foi tão fácil foder por foder, a pensar noutro, mas a gritar surpreendemente, crua e sincera e... infeliz. A falta que a masturbação já fazia!
MAS - TUR - BA - ÇÃO!
(4 sílabas, 4 fôlegos)
E o controlo hercúleo para não te enganares no nome dele(s)... Momentos destes estão-te destinados na ausência de outras peles, de outras sedas, de outras manhãs que seguramente não seriam tuas, se elas quisessem...
E tu? Queres?
“Bom dia. Bom Carnaval.”
fevereiro 21, 2009
fevereiro 18, 2009
LOEWE : Extremely Realistic Sound
Advertising Agency: Scholz & Friends, Berlin, Germany
Creative Directors: Oliver Handlos, Matthias Spaetgens
Art Director: Michael Schmidt
Copywriter: Caspar Heuss
Director: Alex Feil
Production: Element E
fevereiro 17, 2009
fevereiro 16, 2009
fevereiro 15, 2009
fevereiro 10, 2009
Atonement
MATILDA
WHO TOLD LIES, AND WAS BURNED TO DEATH
MATILDA told such Dreadful Lies,
It made one Gasp and Stretch one's Eyes;
Her Aunt, who, from her Earliest Youth,
Had kept a Strict Regard for Truth,
Attempted to Believe Matilda:
The effort very nearly killed her,
And would have done so, had not She
Discovered this Infirmity.
For once, towards the Close of Day,
Matilda, growing tired of play,
And finding she was left alone,
Went tiptoe to the Telephone
And summoned the Immediate Aid
Of London's Noble Fire-Brigade.
Within an hour the Gallant Band
Were pouring in on every hand,
From Putney, Hackney Downs, and Bow.
With Courage high and Hearts a-glow,
They galloped, roaring through the Town,
'Matilda's House is Burning Down!'
Inspired by British Cheers and Loud
Proceeding from the Frenzied Crowd,
They ran their ladders through a score
Of windows on the Ball Room Floor;
And took Peculiar Pains to Souse
The Pictures up and down the House,
Until Matilda's Aunt succeeded
In showing them they were not needed;
And even then she had to pay
To get the Men to go away!
It happened that a few Weeks later
Her Aunt was off to the Theatre
To see that Interesting Play
The Second Mrs. Tanqueray.
She had refused to take her Niece
To hear this Entertaining Piece:
A Deprivation Just and Wise
To Punish her for Telling Lies.
That Night a Fire did break out--
You should have heard Matilda Shout!
You should have heard her Scream and Bawl,
And throw the window up and call
To People passing in the Street--
(The rapidly increasing Heat
Encouraging her to obtain
Their confidence) -- but all in vain!
For every time she shouted 'Fire!'
They only answered 'Little Liar!'
And therefore when her Aunt returned,
Matilda, and the House, were Burned.
by Hillaire Belloc (1870-1953)
WHO TOLD LIES, AND WAS BURNED TO DEATH
MATILDA told such Dreadful Lies,
It made one Gasp and Stretch one's Eyes;
Her Aunt, who, from her Earliest Youth,
Had kept a Strict Regard for Truth,
Attempted to Believe Matilda:
The effort very nearly killed her,
And would have done so, had not She
Discovered this Infirmity.
For once, towards the Close of Day,
Matilda, growing tired of play,
And finding she was left alone,
Went tiptoe to the Telephone
And summoned the Immediate Aid
Of London's Noble Fire-Brigade.
Within an hour the Gallant Band
Were pouring in on every hand,
From Putney, Hackney Downs, and Bow.
With Courage high and Hearts a-glow,
They galloped, roaring through the Town,
'Matilda's House is Burning Down!'
Inspired by British Cheers and Loud
Proceeding from the Frenzied Crowd,
They ran their ladders through a score
Of windows on the Ball Room Floor;
And took Peculiar Pains to Souse
The Pictures up and down the House,
Until Matilda's Aunt succeeded
In showing them they were not needed;
And even then she had to pay
To get the Men to go away!
It happened that a few Weeks later
Her Aunt was off to the Theatre
To see that Interesting Play
The Second Mrs. Tanqueray.
She had refused to take her Niece
To hear this Entertaining Piece:
A Deprivation Just and Wise
To Punish her for Telling Lies.
That Night a Fire did break out--
You should have heard Matilda Shout!
You should have heard her Scream and Bawl,
And throw the window up and call
To People passing in the Street--
(The rapidly increasing Heat
Encouraging her to obtain
Their confidence) -- but all in vain!
For every time she shouted 'Fire!'
They only answered 'Little Liar!'
And therefore when her Aunt returned,
Matilda, and the House, were Burned.
by Hillaire Belloc (1870-1953)
you used to be alright, what happened?*
Radiohead "15 Step" Grammy Award Performance 2009
*etcetera, etcetera
fevereiro 08, 2009
fevereiro 06, 2009
uma das mais bonitas músicas de (des)amor
Skunk Anansie - Hedonism
I hope you're feeling happy now
I see you feel no pain at all it seems
I wonder what you're doin' now
I wonder if you think of me at all
Do you still play the same moves now
Or are those special moods
For someone else
I hope you're feeling happy now.
Just because you feel good
Doesn't make you right (oh no)
Just because you feel good
Still want you here tonight
Does laughter still discover you
I see through all those smiles
That look so right
Do you still have the same friends now
To smoke away your
Problems and your life
Oh how do you remember
Me the one that made
You laugh until you cried
I hope you're feeling happy now
Just because you feel good
Doesn't make you right (oh no)
Just because you feel good
Still want you here tonight
Solo
Just because you feel good
Doesn't make you right (oh no)
Just because you feel good
Still want you here tonight
I wonder what you're doing now
I hope you're feeling happy now
I wonder what you're doing now
I hope you're feeling happy now
fevereiro 04, 2009
fevereiro 03, 2009
Reservoir Dogs Revisited
Cena não recomendada a quem nunca viu o filme! (como se isso fosse possível)
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