Volta no vento por favor...

Out of the spotlight



closer to the heart.


(this is a striped blog: nothing but piano and vibrating shy voice)

I guess that's what happens in the end, you start thinking about the beginning

I always thought so.

Para a Teresa...

Que cresça feliz e com toda a doçura de um mundo que a acolha e onde possa brincar.

Zombie.

Enterrei o amor vivo. Em noite de lua cheia, ele desperta para me assombrar. Preferia que fosse um fantasma. Assim podia, por vezes, acordar.

E seria bom, despertar?

estação

Esperar ou vir esperar querer ou vir querer-te
vou perdendo a noção desta subtileza.
Aqui chegado até eu venho ver se me apareço
e o fato com que virei preocupa-me, pois chove miudinho

Muita vez vim esperar-te e não houve chegada
De outras, esperei-me eu e não apareci
embora bem procurado entre os mais que passavam.
Se algum de nós vier hoje é já bastante
como comboio e como subtileza
Que dê o nome e espere. Talvez apareça

Mário Cesariny

And so it was later,
As the miller told his tale,
That her face at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale.

Shattered dreams, Worthless years
Here am I incased inside a hallow shell
Life began, Then was done
Now I stare into a cold and empty well
Living sounds that greet our ears
The sights our eyes befall
We'll open up our merging hearts
And feel our empty souls

ich befürchte, du glaubst mir nicht. Sehen wir jetzt.

win, pass, whatever...

Just do it. Rocky had no more than a few days left as well ;-)

Opa, é só um último esforço! E sim, é para ti, já sabes, uma força para estes últimos 3 dias!!! :)

As palavras trazem o vago aroma de outras.

O vigor do barro húmido devolve-me o alento. Sento-me no cimento fresco da varanda. Há um rádio ligado e uma voz que canta. Não é em português que aquele homem canta, e no entanto eu percebo-o. As palavras trazem o vago aroma de outras. Parecem utensílios remotos, como os restos de um naufrágio salvados do fundo do mar. Sinto que não as compreendo com o pensamento mas com o sangue.

José Eduardo Agualusa, Fronteiras Perdidas.

Daí em diante, ela se preparou para a viagem. Animada com a ideia de ver outros lugares? Aterrada com a ideia de habitar terra estranha, lugar de brancos? Nem rosto nem palavra da cozinheira revelavam a substância de sua alma. O sargento provava a refeição e não encontrava mudança. Sempre o mesmo sal, sempre a mesma delicadeza de sabor. No dia acertado, o militar acotevelou a penumbra da cozinha:
- Venha, faça as malas.
Saíram de casa e Felizminha cabisbaixou-se ante o olhar da vizinhança. Então o sargento, perante o público, deu-lhe a mão. Nem se entrecabiam bem de tão gordinhas, os dedos escondendo-se como sapinhos envergonhados.
- Vamos, disse ele.
Ela olhou os céus, receosa por, daí a um pouco, subir em avião celestial, atravessar mundos e oceanos. Entrou na velha carrinha, mas para seu espanto Correia não tomou a direcção do aeroporto. Seguiu por vielas, curvas e areias. Depois, parou num beco e perguntou:
- Para que lado fica essa terra dos coqueiros?

Mia Couto, Contos do nascer da terra

jedes Ende ist in jeder Hinsicht ein Neuanfang

Sunny days

Are fun.



And rainy nights as well!



das geht Super Pampelmusen!

Ele a tomou nos braços e a acarinhou, cedido, sedento. Os que beijam são sempre príncipes. No beijo todas são belas e adormecidas...

Mia Couto, Contos do nascer da terra

Na vida tudo chega de súbito. O resto, o que desperta tranquilo, é aquilo que, sem darmos conta, já tinha acontecido. Uns deixam a acontecência emergir, sem medo.

Contos do Nascer da Terra, Mia Couto

Chico Fininho

gingando pela rua ao som do Lou Reed,
sempre na sua, sempre cheio de speed.

O chico fininho, o freak da cantareira? Para mim, é muito mais tipo o Francisco de Lordelo a olhar o pôr do sol em Massarelos. E aí sim, sentado, na sua, ao som do Lou Reed. Sem speed. Com todo o tempo do mundo.

La vida es una tombola

ou porque as pessoas perdoam deuses:



Os deuses choram?

wtf?

...

descontem-se as tatuagens, ouça-se a música, leia-se a letra.

Ich würde dir gern sagen,
wie sehr ich dich mag,
warum ich nur noch an dich denken kann.
Ich fühl mich wie verhext und in Gefangenschaft
und du allein trägst Schuld daran.

Worte sind dafür zu schwach,
ich befürchte, du glaubst mir nicht.
Mir kommt es vor, als ob mich jemand warnt,
dieses Märchen wird nicht gut ausgehen.

Es ist die Eifersucht, die mich auffrisst,
immer dann, wenn du nicht in meiner Nähe bist.
Von Dr. Jekyll werde ich zu Mr. Hyde,
ich kann nichts dagegen tun,
plötzlich ist es so weit.
Ich bin kurz davor durchzudrehn,
aus Angst, dich zu verliern.
Und dass uns jetzt kein Unglück geschieht,
dafür kann ich nicht garantiern.

Und alles nur, weil ich dich liebe,
und ich nicht weiß, wie ich's beweisen soll.
Komm, ich zeig dir, wie groß meine Liebe ist,
und bringe mich für dich um.

Sobald deine Laune etwas schlechter ist,
bild ich mir gleich ein, dass du mich nicht mehr willst.
Ich sterbe beim Gedanken daran,
dass ich dich nicht für immer halten kann.
Auf einmal brennt ein Feuer in mir
und der Rest der Welt wird schwarz.
Ich spür wie unsere Zeit verrinnt,
wir nähern uns dem letzten Akt.

Und alles nur, weil ich dich liebe,
und ich nicht weiß, wie ich's beweisen soll.
Komm, ich zeig dir, wie groß meine Liebe ist,
und bringe mich für dich um.

Ich bin kurz davor durchzudrehn,
aus Angst, dich zu verliern.
Und dass uns jetzt kein Unglück geschieht,
dafür kann ich nicht garantiern.

Und alles nur, weil ich dich liebe,
und ich nicht weiß, wie ich's beweisen soll.
Komm, ich zeig dir, wie groß meine Liebe ist
und bringe mich für dich um.

Komm, ich zeig dir, wie groß meine Liebe ist,
und bringe uns beide um.

and every time you crave for me i'm, here
and anything you hunger for i'll share
and i will be quietly standing by
while slowly i am dying inside

hold me in your arms
and let me be the one who can feel
like i am a child in love

every time i talk to you you're down
and every time you need a laugh i'm around
and when you forget i'm here i'm not
it isn't really me that you forgot

hold me in your arms
and let me be the one who can feel
like i am a child in love

whisper now
and tell me how you'll watch me
and tell me somehow i'm gonna be alright

Manchild, Eels




remembering days when we worried not... life's a mess, and not fair: at least not made of fairy tales :(

life's not only complicated, it's a mess

Jenny Curran: Were you scared in Vietnam?
Forrest Gump: Yes. Well, I-I don't know. Sometimes it would stop raining long enough for the stars to come out... and then it was nice. It was like just before the sun goes to bed down on the bayou. There was always a million sparkles on the water... like that mountain lake. It was so clear, Jenny, it looked like there were two skies one on top of the other. And then in the desert, when the sun comes up, I couldn't tell where heaven stopped and the earth began. It's so beautiful.
Jenny Curran: I wish I could've been there with you.
Forrest Gump: You were.

Yet Again.

I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I'd sailed the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
On a sailor's suit and cap

Away from the big city
Where a man cannot be free
Of all the evils of this town
And of himself and those around
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know

I'm an alligator, I'm a mama-papa coming for you

Don't fake it baby, lay the real thing on me
The church of man, love
Is such a holy place to be
Make me baby, make me know you really care

Make me jump into the air

Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love
Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah!

Freak out, far out, in out

David Bowie, the Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust

- I know you can heal Claire, but I never want to see you hurt.

mudanças.

é o eterno paradoxo de SER feliz e ter momentos de felicidade

por la carretera.

Rai

“Pure philanthropy is very well in its way but philanthropy plus five percent is a good deal better.”

Different people



think about life in different ways.

It's been a while

But you always really knew, I just wanna be with you.

Ir a,

mariage freres no marais
casa de chá
rue do bourg tibourg

Farinha de sarraceno: je voudrerais un kilo de farrine de sarrasin
s'il vous plait madame

Rua AlvesGouveia
lote B, 1.º Esq.º
1800-021 Lisboa:D

Quiche Lorraine, sorbonne
rue moufettard, entrada lado do panteão
às tantas há numa parede um desenho que tem um barman preto (ou algo parecido)
logo depois uma praceta muito agradàvel
e nessa pequenina praceta
se n meengano a lojinha é azul
e tem cá uns doces!!!!

restaurante mercerie
Rue des Canettes, 75006 Paris, Paris, Ile-de-France, França


creperie chez suzette
ali no marais a caminho a place des vosges
os melhores crepes e galetes!

What about them?

How to interpret? how to analyse?

fantasise, fantasise

Oh my life is changing everyday
Every possible way
Though my dreams,
it’s never quite as it seems
’cause you’re a dream to me
Dream to me

They come everyday. always quite the same.

Que voy a hacer,
Je ne sais pas
Que voy a hacer,
Je ne sais plus
Que voy a hacer,
Je suis perdu
Que horas son, mi corazón.


"When they saw me in my space suit and the parachute dragging alongside as I walked, they started to back away in fear. I told them, don't be afraid, I am a Soviet like you, who has descended from space and I must find a telephone to call Moscow!" .

Christopher McCandless: [written into book] Happiness only real when shared.

Christopher McCandless:What if I were smiling and running into your arms? Would you see then what I see now?

Only trees and turtles last longer than love.

And only love remains stronger than fruits and flowers.

Usually, we can trace our life back to single points in time. More often than not, those moments are all our life's made up of.

And if you look, you look through me
And if you talk it’s not to me
And when I touch you, you don’t feel a thing

And if you jump, you just might fall.

Earl Partridge: This is the regret that you make. This is the... regret that you make and the something you take and the blah, blah, blah, something, something. Gimme a cigarette. Mistakes like this... you don't make. Sometimes... you make some and OK. Not OK, sometimes, you make other ones. Know that you should do better.

Had I've been a nurse, I would have known.

hummpff...

We might be through with the past, but the past ain't through with us.

Tudo o que eu preciso é de uma ressuscitação.

Gizazul.

Mudo

Para minha alegria e meu espanto
Pode ser que o passado fique por onde deve estar:
No pretérito imperfeito, já que não é mais-que-
perfeito,
Este é um presente que eu aceito
Para atingir a tranquilidade
Que supostamente se atinge com a nossa idade
A verdade é que a saudade do que passou
Não é mais que muita...
Mas por muita força que faça ela passa por saber que
te vivi...
Tu deste tudo e eu joguei, arrisquei e perdi
Agora,

Sunday, June 26, 2005
The Italian Stallion
Rocky: Ah come on, Adrian, it's true. I was nobody. But that don't matter either, you know? 'Cause I was thinkin', it really don't matter if I lose this fight. It really don't matter if this guy opens my head, either. 'Cause all I wanna do is go the distance. Nobody's ever gone the distance with Creed, and if I can go that distance, you see, and that bell rings and I'm still standin', I'm gonna know for the first time in my life, see, that I weren't just another bum from the neighborhood.
posted by dfrodrig at 12:11 PM

But it ain't about how hard you hit, it is about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward, how much you can take and keep moving forward. If you know what you're worth go out and get what you're worth but you gotta be willing to take the hit.

it can't rain all the time.

Lucky day

In hell.

i never wanna be like you
why can't you see it's me
you know it's time to let me go

this could be your lucky day in hell
never know who it might be at your doorbell
this could be your lucky day in hell

Duran Duran

Came in from a rainy thursday on the avenue
Thought I heard you talking softly.
I turned on the lights, the tv and the radio
Still I cant escape the ghost of you
What has happened to it all?
Crazy, some'd say,
Where is the life that I recognize?
Gone away...

But I won't cry for yesterday, there's an ordinary world,
Somehow I have to find.
And as I try to make my way, to the ordinary world...
I will learn to survive.

Passion or coincidence once prompted you to say
Pride will tear us both apart
Well now prides gone out the window cross the rooftops, run away,
Left me in the vacuum of my heart.
What is happening to me?
Crazy, some'd say,
Where is my friend when I need you most?
Gone away...



Papers in the roadside tell of suffering and greed
Here today, forgot tomorrow
Ooh, here besides the news of holy war and holy need
Ours is just a little sorrowed talk

(just blown away...)

And I don't...

Every world, is my world... (I will learn to survive)
Any world, is my world ... (I will learn to survive)

Any world, is my world...
Every world is my world...

Vem viver a vida amor / Que o tempo que passou / Não volta, não.

Sonhos que o tempo apagou
Mas para nós ficou
Esta canção

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la

You wore blue.

Ilsa: I wasn't sure you were the same. Let's see, the last time we met...
Rick: Was La Belle Aurore.
Ilsa: How nice, you remembered. But of course, that was the day the Germans marched into Paris.
Rick: Not an easy day to forget.
Ilsa: No.
Rick: I remember every detail. The Germans wore gray, you wore blue.

Há quatro semanas que não vejo o sol. Mas agora mesmo, olhando pela janela, vi estrelas a cintilar. Continuam ali, por detrás das nuvens. E quanto menos agitado o ar, mais parecem brilhar.