Friday, November 30, 2007

cinema



Eraserhead (1977) trailer

listening

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Control

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Hora

Sinto que hoje novamente embarco
Para as grandes aventuras,
Passam no ar palavras obscuras
E o meu desejo canta --- por isso marco
Nos meus sentidos a imagem desta hora.

Sonoro e profundo
Aquele mundo
Que eu sonhara e perdera
Espera
O peso dos meus gestos.

E dormem mil gestos nos meus dedos.

Desligadas dos círculos funestos
Das mentiras alheias,
Finalmente solitárias,
As minhas mãos estão cheias
De expectativa e de segredos
Como os negros arvoredos
Que baloiçam na noite murmurando.

Ao longe por mim oiço chamando
A voz das coisas que eu sei amar.
E de novo caminho para o mar.

Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Riders

The surest thing there is is we are riders,
And though none too successful at it, guiders,
Through everything presented, land and tide
And now the very air, of what we ride.
What is this talked-of mystery of birth
But being mounted bareback on the earth?
We can just see the infant up astride,
His small fist buried in the bushy hide.
There is our wildest mount--a headless horse.
But though it runs unbridled off its course,
And all our blandishments would seem defied,
We have ideas yet that we haven't tried.


Robert Frost

Friday, November 09, 2007




1 week

1 semana

Sunday, November 04, 2007