Friday, December 30, 2005

As prendas simbólicas

Entre o azul e o sangue está o Nada.
- Senhor Nada, um Ano Bom muito própero
para si e todos os seus!!!
Nada não responde.
É no seu intimo não responder a nada.
Exibe somente o retrato do mar.

Fernando Grade

Thursday, December 29, 2005

Sigur Rós

Arcade Fire


16 Military Wives

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

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Evening Star

Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.

Edgar Allan Poe

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Little Rhymes

Stairs.... to nowhere climb
I take them......all the time
Crawling on my knees
Walking that old fine line

And when I'm alone and scared
I think up little rhymes
They would make no sense to you
But I make them all the time

And time is all mine
And time is all mine

It's the little pills you find
Crushed to dust, rolling out of sight
They and up in the strangest places
But I take them all the time

And time is all mine
And time is all mine

When everyone... is false
I tell them I'm just fine
I can't... remember their names
But I fake them all the time

And time is all mine
And time is all mine

And time is all mine
And time is all mine

And when I'm alone and scared
I think up little rhymes
They would make no sense to you
But I make them all the time

Mercury Rev

Monday, December 26, 2005

Natal no Alentejo
Crato, Nisa e Castelo de Vide

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

merry christmas

Monday, December 19, 2005

George Bernard Shaw

"Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable."

"You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul"

Sunday, December 18, 2005


The Magnetic Fields,
I Think I Need a New Heart

Saturday, December 17, 2005

The aliens

You may not believe it
but there are people
who go through life with
very little friction of distress.
They dress well, sleep well.
They are contented with their family life.

They are undisturbedand often feel
very good.
And when they die
it is an easy death, usually in their sleep.

You may not believe it but such people do exist.
But i am not one of them.

oh no, I am not one of them,
I am not even near
to being one of them.
But they
are there

And I am here

Charles Bukowski

Friday, December 16, 2005


Broken Social Scene
"7/4 (Shoreline)"


Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
"Upon This Tidal Wave of Young Blood"


If you place a fern
under a stone
the next day it will be
nearly invisible
as if the stone has swallowed it.

If you tuck the name of a loved one
under your tongue too long
without speaking it
it becomes blood
the little sucked- in breath of air
hiding everywhere
beneath your words.

No one sees
the fuel that feeds you

Naomi Shihab Nye

Leon Spilliaert

Mark Tansey

Sunday, December 11, 2005


Cat Power
The Greatest

Carsten Höller
Upside Down Mushroom Room

Saturday, December 10, 2005

John Winston Ono Lennon
(October 9, 1940December 8, 1980)

Friday, December 09, 2005

how I´m feeling today

exercício espiritual

É preciso dizer rosa em vez dedizer ideia
é preciso dizer azul em vez de dizer pantera
é preciso dizer febre em vez de dizer inocência
é preciso dizer o mundo em vez de dizer um homem

É preciso dizer candelabro em vez de dizer arcano
é preciso dizer Para Sempre em vez de dizer Agora
é preciso dizer O Dia em vez de dizer Um Ano
é preciso dizer Maria em vez de dizer aurora

Mário Cesariny


Institut Franco-Portugais, Lisboa
15 de Dezembro 22h00

Thursday, December 08, 2005


robert combas


Lightning Bolt
Hypermagic Mountain

"Lightning Bolt pushes themselves closer and closer to the brink of collapse and utter disarray without ever succumbing. "Dead Cowboy" and "Mohawkwindmill" are the most intense workouts here"
dusted magazine

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Mordecai Ardon


Porque os outros se mascaram mas tu não
Porque os outros usam a virtude
Para comprar o que não tem perdão.
Porque os outros têm medo mas tu não.

Porque os outros são os túmulos caiados
Onde germina calada a podridão.
Porque os outros se calam mas tu não.

Porque os outros se compram e se vendem
E os seus gestos dão sempre dividendo.
Porque os outros são hábeis mas tu não.

Porque os outros vão à sombra dos abrigos
E tu vais de mão dada com os perigos.
Porque os outros calculam mas tu não

Sophia de Mello Breyner

Sunday, December 04, 2005

O Cego

Ele caminha e interrompe a cidade,
que não existe em sua cela escura,
como uma escura rachadura
numa taça atravessa a claridade.

Sombras das coisas, como numa
nele se riscam sem que ele as acolha:
só sensações de tato, como sondas,
captam o mundo em diminutas ondas:

serenidade; resistência -
como se à espera de escolher
alguém, atento,
ele soergue, quase em reverência,
a mão, como num casamento

Rainer Maria Rilke

sunday morning

Saturday, December 03, 2005

Une Annee Sans Lumiere

Hey, the streetlights all burnt out
A year without light
I mount a horse that is wearing blinders
Hey, my eyes are shooting sparks
At night my eyes light you up
Don’t tell your father he carries blinders
Hey your old man should know
If you see a shadow there’s something there
So hey, my eyes are shooting sparks
The night my eyes light you up
Don’t tell your father it carries blinders
Hey your old man should know
If you see a shadow there’s something there

Arcade Fire

Friday, December 02, 2005


Thursday, December 01, 2005



The Legendary Tiger Man

2 Dezembro
Clube Mercado
Rua das Taipas, 8
Às 22h

"Darren Almond uses sculpture, film and photography, and real-time satellite broadcast to explore the effects of time on the individual. Harnessing the symbolic and emotional potential of objects, places and situations, he produces works which have universal as well as personal resonances."
nomeado para Turner Prize 2005


Thee More Shallows
More Deep Cuts

"every single track on the album is much more developed and layered, making for a release that provides new things to hear on numerous listens"
"has created an album full of subtle instrumentation and vocals that breathes with life"
rating: 8.25


Come friend, I have an old story to tell you --
Listen.Sit down beside me and listen.
My face is red with sorrow and my breasts are made of straw.
I sit in the ladder-back chairin a corner of the polished stage.
I have forgiven all the old actors for dying.
A new one comes on with the same lines,
like large white growths, in his mouth.
The dancers come on from the wings,
perfectly mated.I look up.

The ceiling is pearly.
My thighs press, knotting in their treasure.
Upstage the bride falls in satin to the floor.
Beside her the tall hero in a red wool robe
stirs the fire with his ivory cane.
The string quartet plays for itself,
gently, gently, sleeves and waxy bows.
The legs of the dancers leap and catch.
I myself have little stiff legs,
my back is as straight as a book
and how I came to this place --
the little feverish roses,
the islands of olives and radishes,
the blissful pastimes of the parlor --
I'll never know.

Anne Sexton