Pois no ar estremece tua alegria
- Tua jovem rijeza de arbusto -
A luz espera teu perfil teu gesto
Teu ímpeto tua fuga e desafio
Tua inteligência tua argúcia teu riso

Como ondas do mar dançam em mim os pés do teu regresso

Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen
Imagem: larafairie

O avarento ou a última festa, Teatro Praga

o eterno recomeço.

(foto de João Tuna pilhada daqui)

Cristãos, pagãos, maometanos,

A qual de vós fará o Mistério a vontade?

A incerteza do que é a morte é o que nos vale na vida.

O desconhecimento do que é a morte é o sentido da vida.

O desconhecermos a morte é que faz a beleza da vida.

Quem sabe o valor exacto de uma vida?

Sei que há uma vida, e que apagam essa vida - não sei é quem apaga

Mas sei que de cada vida que passa há um universo em mim.

Álvaro de Campos

Imagem: Pawel Swinarski

life goes where it does
faster than any bullet from an empty gun

(agora só tenho de imaginar que mais logo vou estar a gritar muito alto com estes senhores: sleeping is giving in, no matter what the time is. Sleeping is giving in, so lift those heavy eyelids!!!)

snif snif... da próxima não me escapam!

we’re half-awake in a fake empire







imagem: curlteta

este senhor merece o grande ecrã

(não o ecrã minúsculo da minha sala)

www.tativille.com

Se me puderes ouvir

O poder ainda puro das tuas mãos
é mesmo agora o que mais me comove
descobrem devagar um destino que passa
e não passa por aqui

à mesa do café trocamos palavras
que trazem harmonias
tantas vezes negadas:
aquilo que nem ao vento sequer
segredamos

mas se hoje me puderes ouvir
recomeça, medita numa viagem longa
ou num amor
talvez o mais belo.

José Tolentino Mendonça

Kitten: And the other thing about the Phantom Lady was, Bert, she realized, in the city that never sleeps...

Bertie: What did she realize, Kitten?

Kitten: That all the songs she'd listened to, all the love songs, that they were only songs.

Bertie: What's wrong with that?

Kitten: Nothing, if you don't believe in them. But she did, you see. She believed in enchanted evenings, and she believed that a small cloud passed overhead and cried down on a flower bed, and she even believed there was breakfast to be had...

Bertie: Where?

Kitten: On Pluto. The mysterious, icy wastes of Pluto.

it's all in the mind



John: Well, in my humble opinion, we've become involved in Einstein's time-space continuum theory.
George: All right.
John: Relatively speaking, that is.



George: Maybe time's gone on strike.
Ringo: What for?
George: Shorter hours.
Ringo: I don't blame it. Must be very tiring being time, mustn't it?
George, John, Paul: Why?
Ringo: Well, it's a twenty-four hour day, isn't it?
John: You surprise me, Ringo.
Ringo: Why?
John: Dealing in abstracts



Chief Meanie: Pepperland is a tickle of joy on the blue belly of the universe. It must be scratched. Right, Max?
Max: Yes, Your Blueness.
Chief Meanie: WHAT? We Meanies only take "no" for an answer! Is that understood, Max?
Max: No, Your Blueness!
Chief Meanie: That's better



George: It's all in the mind.

o polvo está de licença sabática (pelo menos) por uma semana.






Imagem: KaterinaBelkina

Epístola para os meus medos

Sois: os sons roucos, a espera vã, uma perdida imagem.
O coração suspende o seu hálito e os lábios tremem
sinto-vos, vindes ao rés da terra, como ventos baixos,
poisais no peitoril. Sois muito antigos e jovens,
da infância em que por vós chorava encostada a um rosto.
Que saudade eu tenho, ó escuridão no poço,
ó rastejar de víboras nos caniços, ó vespa
que, como eu, degustaste o figo úbere.
Depois, mundo maior foi a presença e a ausência,
a alegria e as dores de outros que não eu.
E um dia, no alto da catedral de Gaudí,
chorei de horror da Queda, como os caídos anjos.



Fiama Hasse Pais Brandão

Imagem: Chariche

i go where the trees go



A minha alma fugiu pela Torre Eiffel acima,
- A verdade é esta, não nos criemos mais ilusões
- Fugiu, mas foi apanhada pela antena da TSF
Que a transmitiu pelo infinito em ondas hertzianas...

(Em todo o caso que belo fim para a minha Alma)!...

Agosto de 1915.

Mário de Sá-Carneiro

she was haunted by the dead but friendly ghosts
as her helpers they stayed as her hosts
and the reason why she kept them was her fear for herself
yes, she was dangerous, she might

drink some wine, sing all night, mess up the yard,
steal a man, rape his love, then throw it away
and she became what she tried to avoid, she said

Do now as i say, darling, not as i do.
See the way i play, kid, not do as i do.
do do dodo do do dodo do do not as i do
or you'll feel blue

that which no one knew was that her own love was gone,
stolen from her dead man long ago
their son was treated bad 'cause of her ego and selfish thoughts
she cared less 'bout him than 'bout her own

he was soft, now he's hard,
seemingly strong
all he gets is empty looks,
no confirmation
all he was taught was throught her and keep quiet, see

Do now as i say, darling, not as i do.
See the way i play, kid, not do as i do.
do do dodo do do dodo do do not as i do
or you'll feel blue

it was like a crime she can't undo

now nothing can be done and
it runs in his blood, too

it's not possible to teach a kid by preaching
when you do the opposite

Do now as i say, darling, not as i do.
See the way i play, kid, not do as i do.
do do dodo do do dodo do do not as i do
or you'll feel blue


do not as i do, hanne hukkelberg, little things (2005)

let's dance in style
let's dance for a while.
heaven can wait
we're only watching the skies

hoping for the best but expecting the worst.
are you going to drop the bomb or not?
let us die young or let us live forever
we don't have the power but we never say never.
sitting in a sandpitlife is a short trip

the music's for the sad men.
can you imagine when this race is won?
turn our golden faces into the sun

praising our leaders
we're getting in tune.
the music's played by the madmen.
forever young
I want to be forever young.
do you really want to live forever
forever - and ever?
forever young
I want to be forever young.
do you really want to live forever
forever young.
some are like water
some are like the heat

some are a melody and some are the beat.
sooner or later
they all will be gone.
why don't they stay young?
It's so hard to get old without a cause .

I don't want to perish like a fading horse.
youth's like diamonds in the sun and diamonds are forever.
so many adventures couldn't happen today.
so many songs we forgot to play.
so many dreams swinging out of the blue
we'll let them come true.
forever young
I want to be forever young.
do you really want to live forever
forever - and ever?
forever young
I want to be forever young.
do you really want to live forever
forever - and ever?
forever young
I want to be forever young.
do you really want to live forever?

forever young, youth Group

porque chove...




dressed in a white shirt with my hair combed straight
here in my black shoes and me without a date
me without hindsight, me without
when will change come
just like spring rain
falling down like sheets
coming down like love
falling at my feet
spring rain

standing on the lawn with cousins and child brides
caught for the camera on their best sides
being caught forewarned
their best sides
when will change come
just like spring rain
driving my first car
my elbows in the breeze
with all these people that i never, never need
these people are excited by their cars
i want surprises just like spring rain
falling just like sheets
coming down so hard
falling at my feet
spring rain
coming down like love
falling here so smooth
falling in that groove
spring rain

spring rain, the go-betweens

esta, porque há muito que ando à procura dela. encontrei-a assim.
e não consigo parar de a cantar com estes dois meninos.

Surfing magazines, The Go-Betweens

we used to get our kicks reading surfing magazines
wake up in the morning and the waves are clean
standing on the headland taking in the scene
just like they do it ... in surfing magazines

É amargo o coração do poema.
A mão esquerda em cima desencadeia uma estrela,
em baixo a outra mão
mexe num charco branco. Feridas que abrem,
reabrem, cose-as a noite, recose-as
com linha incandescente. Amargo. O sangue nunca pára
de mão a mão salgada, entre os olhos,
nos alvéolos da boca.
O sangue que se move nas vozes magnificando
o escuro atrás das coisas,
os halos nas imagens de limalhas, os espaços ásperos
que escreves
entre os meteoros. Cose-te: brilhas
nas cicatrizes. Só essa mão que mexes
ao alto e a outra mão que brancamente
trabalha
nas superfícies centrífugas. Amargo, amargo. Em sangue e exercício
de elegância bárbara. Até que sentado ao meio
negro da obra morras
de luz compacta.
Numa radiação de hélio rebentes pela sombria
violência
dos núcleos loucos da alma.

Herberto Helder

Imagem: TroubleNight

So I was working in the studio one day, feeling sorry for myself, when I suddenly got this phone call, and the guy told me I was selected to be the resident artist at NASA. I said, 'Well what does that mean "artist in residence", what can I offer a bunch of scientists?', and he said, 'I don't know either'.

Turns out scientists and artists have a lot more in common than one would think. Neither of them knows what is it they're looking for and they both start out with a set of tools and try to come closer towards that certain something.

laurie anderson

saiu-me da alma um palhaço a voar (agora mesmo)

(olha! entalou-se no buraco dos estores)

(... já foi.)

e agora? deixou-me a alma vazia, sem saber para que lado se virar.

(estupor)

imagem: spaceache

Sunday morning I'm waking up
Can't even focus on a coffee cup
Don't even know who's bed I'm in

Where do I start
Where do I begin

Where do I start
Where do I begin

Where do I start
Where do I begin...

living in the bottle





Imagem: Eve Arnold

you make me wanna measure stars in the backyard with a calculator and a ruler baby i found a letter that describes how the moonlight will lead me to the distant place that you will be

stars, au revoir simone (the bird of music, 2006)
imagem: chariche

life is hard
and so am i
you'd better give me something
so i don't die

novocaine for the soul
before i sputter out

life is white
and i am black
jesus and his lawyer
are coming back
oh my darling
will you be here
before i sputter out

guess whose living here
with the great undead
this paint-by-numbers life
is fucking with my head
once again

life is good
and i feel great
'cause mother says i was
a great mistake

novocaine for the soul
you'd better give me something
to fill the hole
before i sputter out

novacaine for the soul, eels (beautiful freak, 1996)

It's the sense of touch.

In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you.

In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass.

I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.

Graham (Don Cheadle), Crash, 2004

Não, não deve ser nada este pulsar
de dentro: só um lento desejo
de dançar. E nem deve ter grande
significado este vapor dourado,

e invisível a olhares alheios:
só um pólen a meio, como de abelha
à espera de voar. E não é com certeza
relevante este brilhante aqui:

poeira de diamante que encontrei
pelo verso e por acaso, poema
muito breve e muito raso,
que (aproveitando) trago para ti.


Ana Luísa Amaral

Imagem: eelmikashigaru

(aqui está uma coisa que vai demorar muito tempo a sair de minha casa)

I love stories about people who are smart enough to know that what they're doing is destroying them, but that knowing that doesn't help them. I've seen that a lot. I've experienced it. There's nothing more dramatic, in a way.

Sean Penn

os beach boys que me perdoem...



era mesmo isto : )

Tomorrow I will stretch out
Like an acrobat
And make my way to
What's there

I will get dressed
Again, in spite of all
With a laziness
Of a circus

Before or after the performance
As I'm walking down the many stairs
Remembering my stunts all over
Remembering I'm sick and like to die

I will be
The only not mad woman in the park
I will be
What's left of longing on this earth

It took two days to lead up to this agony
Learning trust was just as slow
I just stopped seeing you as my enemy
I was not prepared to let you go

I will be
The only not mad woman in the park
I will be
What's left of longing on this earth

Imagem: selfhaircuts

Afastar-me para longe de vós! Revestia-se para mim da maior importância ouvir-vos, por exemplo, responder, um dia, com toda a inocência, a essas perguntas insidiosas que as pessoas crescidas fazem às crianças: «como é que se pensa, como é que se sofre? Como é que se soube o nome do sol? Donde é que a noite vem?» Como se elas próprias o soubessem! Já que, para mim, sois a criatura humana em toda a autenticidade, deveríeis, contra tudo o que é previsível, ser vós mesma a ensinar-mo...

Gostaria de saber-vos loucamente amada.

André Breton, in O Amor Louco

há cinco anos atrás...



looper - mondo 77

: )))))))))))))

(foi aqui que o senhor lynch veio buscar a inspiração eheh)

Pedem tanto a quem ama: pedem o amor. Ainda pedem a solidão e a loucura.

Herberto Helder

oh, baby, i've got the blues so bad

Uma vez li um livro que tinha um título que ainda hoje me
incomoda. O título era: a minha necessidade de consolo é
impossível de satisfazer.
Era este o título.
Quem escreveu isto suicidou-se.
A minha necessidade de consolo é impossível de satisfazer.

A tua necessidade de consolo é impossível de satisfazer.

Gonçalo M. Tavares, in O Homem ou é Tonto ou é Mulher

Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Baz Luhrmann

perdidinha da vida.

imagens: complejo

i've got a hunger
twisting my stomach into knots
that my tongue has tied off

my brain's repeating
"if you've got an impulse let it out"
but they never make it past my mouth.

this is the sound of settling

our youth is fleeting
old age is just around the bend
and i can't wait to go gray

and i'll sit and wonder
of every love that could've been
if i'd only thought of something charming to say.

this is the sound of settling

i've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots

imagem: tylerdrunken

though nothing can bring back the hour

of splendour in the grass,

of glory in the flower;

we will grieve not, rather find

strength in what remains behind

william wordsworth

elia kazan, splendor in the grass (1961)

yes i can, yes i can, yes i can