silêncio.

*imagem de We heart it.

where nerves were.

"siege of abuse, it never works, it always hurts. (...)
grounded by the weight of your words.
no sleep. no stillness.
where nerves were, now nothing."

- kidcrash.

Há dias em que tenho instintos homicidas.

Parabéns, Astérix!

Herói gaulês da banda desenhada, um clássico entre os clássicos, completa hoje 50 anos.

I could escape this feeling with my China Girl

I feel a wreck without my little China Girl

I hear her heart beating loud as thunder

Saw the stars crashing

I'm a mess without my little China Girl

Wake up in the morning, where's my little China Girl

I hear her heart's beating loud as thunder

Saw the stars crashing down

I feel a-tragic like I'm Marlon Brando

When I look at my China Girl

I could pretend that nothing really meant too much

When I look at my China Girl

I stumble into town just like a sacred cow

Visions of swastikas in my head

Plans for everyone

It's in the white of my eyes

My little China Girl

You shouldn't mess with me

I'll ruin everything you are

You know;

I'll give you television

I'll give you eyes of blue

I'll give you men who want to rule the world

And when I get excited

My little China Girl says

Oh baby just you shut your mouth

She says ... sh-sh-shhh

"For halloween, oyster boy decided to go as a human."




(sair para festejar o carnaval e ir de humano é a melhor sátira aos dias de hoje. (...)
(...) apercebi-me que as pessoas são uma merda!)

- Tim Burton.

Heroes

"We can be heroes just for one day".

David Bowie.

Ben Harper.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mcZdDCOeuE

Depois das mudanças...

*imagem de weird Fish.

coal to diamonds.

I think I feel a little hurt.
My fists are turning coal to diamonds.
Why no one told me so much work
Would all go into tryin'?
Oh, but those feelings ain't the same.
How some things never change.
Well, nobody's perfect.
And I knew better
Anyway

I thought about it 'til my head hurt.
I thought about it but it only made things worse.
I thought about it 'til my head hurt.
I thought about it but it only made things worse.

So I was wrong.
What could I do?
I knew all along.

Ooh..

I think I feel a little hurt.
My fists are turning coal to diamonds.
Why no one told me so much work
Would all go into tryin'?
Oh, but those feelings ain't this strange.
How some things never change.
Well, nobody's perfect.
And I knew better
Anyway.

I thought about it 'til my head hurt.
I thought about it but it only made things worse.
I thought about it 'til my head hurt.
I thought about it but it only made things worse.

So I was wrong.
What could I do?
I knew all along.

I'm a fool for you..

the gossip.
imagem de Fernando Vicente.

Há quem tenha muita cabeça. Eu tenho muito coração. E medo.

"when the lights are out on every street
it feels alright, but never complete."

*the gossip.

Eu sabia que o regresso seria assim.




"Não se consegue ler a "perda", apenas senti-la."

in, "Memórias de uma Gueixa".

"just 19 and sucker's dream i guess i thought you had the flavour."

*Placebo.

Continua a fazer-me uma certa confusão este estado de dormência - ora magoa até aos ossos, ora se torna em algo normal - face às sucessivas ausências na minha vida. Com o passar dos anos penso que me fui habituando...as ausências foram sempre muitas.

*a imagem não sei onde a descobri.

i had plans

os i had plans dão o último concerto em Lisboa antes da tour europeia, dia 3, no lavadouro de Carnide.

Pede-se a presença de todos.

"in a world so white what else could i say?"

Tenho o coração cheio de coisas que não poderei contar.

[tão bonito, não é?]

*imagens de Le Divan Fumoir Bohémien.

REQUIEM FOR A DREAM.

(...) their dreams for a better future.

[enquanto ele lhe diz que ela é a rapariga mais bonita que alguma vez conheceu...]

Across The Universe, 2007

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.It doesn't matter much to me.

Strawberry Fields Forever

Ao terceiro dia.

"Não sei ao certo onde estaria
quando de tanto bater
o coração já não batia."

- M.Alegre

[perdoem-me a continuidade no tema]

"De Battre mon Coeur s'est Arrêté"

de Jacques Audiard - Les César du Cinema - Meilleur Film 2007

"It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)"*

(não quero que o inverno volte.)

*Bob Dylan.

"(...) não importa.

tentar outra vez.

falhar outra vez.

falhar melhor."

samuel beckett

Não perguntem porquê, mas só me apetece dizer que estou a ouvir uma música do Elton John "Rocket man", de que gosto muito.

[e a fotografia foi tirada por mim.]

28.

O que é suposto fazermos da vida aos 28?

"Somos dois piratas nos mares do sul, navegamos por dentro um do outro, amanhã partirei para outro mar, amanhã estarás em outra ilha, não é possível tanto azul, tanta tensão, tanta pressão dentro de nós. O fio vai partir-se, (...), os que se amam vão morrer, tu própria o dizes, pela primeira vez o dizes: Não quero morrer de ti."

- Manuel Alegre, "A Terceira Rosa".

Mrs. Dalloway.

"All the same, that one day should follow another; Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday; that one should wake up in the morning; see the sky; walk in the park…then these roses; it was enough. After that, how unbelievable death was! — that it must end; and no one in the whole world would know how she had loved it all."

— Mrs. Dalloway (1925), Virginia Woolf

imagem http://florizel.canalblog.com

Song to say goodbye.

"You are one of God's mistakes,
You crying, tragic waste of skin,
I'm well aware of how it aches,
And you still won't let me in.
Now I'm breaking down your door,
To try and save your swollen face,
Though I don't like you anymore,
You lying, trying waste of space..Before our innocence was lost,
You were always one of those,
Blessed with lucky sevens,
And the voice that made me cry.
My Oh My.You were mother nature's son,
Someone to whom I could relate,
Your needle and your damage done,
Remains a sordid twist of fate.
Now I'm trying to wake you up,
To pull you from the liquid sky,
Coz if I don't we'll both end up,
With just your song to say goodbye.
My Oh My.
A song to say goodbye,
A song to say goodbye,
A song to say...Before our innocence was lost,
You were always one of those,
Blessed with lucky sevens,
And the voice that made me cry.
It's a song to say goodbye."

Placebo.

"Sketches For My Sweetheart The Drunk".

"Paranoia will write the world prayer
Make sure that you fit in the right holes
But when you take his offer,
you're done for Done for, done for, oooh....
Phantoms in pockets, we're in panic
Making order in total disgust
Oh, they read a list of all who cannot stay
Take you down, on the ground (...)"

all by Jeff "sweetheart the drunk" Buckley.

(for eternity)

Pena não saber dançar.

imagem de http://weheartit.com/user/Nout/

"we've seen some change
but we're still outsiders."





(oh yeah!)

-Franz Ferdinand.

"Há dias a cores. E dias a preto e branco."

in "Um livro para todos os dias".

O Mar e o Porto. Dias de sol.

Sempre gostei de coisas simples.

(para contrastar comigo)

imagem do filme (simples) "Dois dias em Paris"

Depois da hora de ponta, depois da agitação das horas e da desordem dos dias vamos para a beira-mar.

O sol de inverno começa hoje.
Deseja-se Mar e Porto.

E hoje i had plans, na bela e negra cidade do Porto.

(com suspiro e sorriso)

27.

Não sei bem porquê, mas talvez pela (já) nostalgia dos meus 27 anos, lembrei-me do James Dean (e de tantos outros que escolheram morrer jovens. A propósito: será Heath Ledger o segundo óscar post-mortem?)

Heartbreak hotel

Finalmente!

the truth kinda hurts.*

imagem do site.

*da música "sucker", peeping tom.

"É só o nada a bater-nos à porta
E a mim importa-me que estejas a meu lado
Enquanto o medo vai dançando à nossa volta"

pluto*

last breath before coma.*


(porque Fevereiro nunca foi um bom mês.)

*isto é o que se chama deturpar canções.

dois do dois, segunda-feira.

[sempre achei que esta cena do filme deveria ser maior.]

Milk.

Gay Rights Activist. Friend. Lover. Unifier. Politician. Fighter. Icon. Inspiration. Hero. His life changed history, and his courage changed lives. In 1977, Harvey Milk was elected to the San Francisco Board of Supervisors, becoming the first openly gay man to be voted into major public office in America.

Never blend in.

[do filme "milk".]

placebo effect.

Tenho cada vez mais consciência da nossa natureza descartável. Que pena...

Last days...

...ou o começo de algo...

imagem do filme "Last days."

Isto de aprender a regressar tem muito que se lhe diga. Sim, por que também se aprende a regressar. E eu vou, devagarinho...mas vou.

di.la.ce.rar: (o verbo)

fazer rasgões ou despedaçar com violência.

Help!
I need somebody, Help!
Not just anybody,
Help! You know I need someone,
Help!
When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way,
But now these days are gone and I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind I've opened up the doors.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down,
And I do appreciate you being around,
Help me get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please please help me?
And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,
My independence seems to vanish in the haze,
But ev'ry now and then I feel so insecure,
I know that I just need you like I've never done before.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down,
And I do appreciate you being around,
Help me get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please please help me?
When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way,
But now these days are gone and I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind I've opened up the doors.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down,
And I do appreciate you being around,
Help me get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please please help me?
Help me. Help me. Ooh, ooh, ooh!

yes, it is still raining outside.

Pintura - René Magritte.

Juno.

"A mim porém o que me apetece é dançar

dar um salto comigo

de forma a que não me evole feito fumo

nem resvale às profundas feito nada."

Mário Cesariny, in "A cidade Queimada"

imagem do filme "Atonement"

my chocolat nights *

o meu "novo" vício =))))

27 anos. quase 28. no coração ainda trago a esperança de outros anos, mas os olhos já não a mostram. as mudanças de humor não me deixam mentir.

(o uso excessivo danifica o coração?)

imagens de: http://postsecret.blogspot.com/

(2008 nunca mais!)

REQUIEM FOR A DREAM.

E 2009 a entrar-me de rompante pela porta