o de sempre

"Conheço-me? não me conheço? estou baralhado de todo? Ou fui sempre"
Luiz Pacheco

o de sempre

sexta-feira, novembro 28, 2003
Love is their whole happiness.
It is all so easy
Try a little tenderness.


terça-feira, novembro 25, 2003
Esbanjaste muita vida nas apostas
E agora trazes o desgosto as costas
Nao se pode estar direito
Quando se tem a espinha torta

Ai, Portugal, Portugal
De que e que tu estas a espera?
Tens um pe numa galera
E outro no fundo do mar
Ai, Portugal, Portugal
Enquanto ficares a espera
Ninguem te pode ajudar

Jorge Palma "Portugal, Portugal"



Complementam-se!

sábado, novembro 22, 2003
hoje acordei tarde,

todo o dia me pareceu acontecer demasiado tarde

telefonaste tarde

sonhei tarde com um beijo que nao o teu

a minha carne sentia-se ardida de um fogo atrasado



ate que retomei todo o tempo


"nao e possivel repetir o real,

a nao ser em forma de perda.

Conhecer o mundo e comecar por aceitar essa limitacao*"


e foi neste tragico anunciar da minha vida hoje

que percebi que era cedo

tao cedo quanto o quente
de todos os corpos que ainda nao descobri

tao cedo como o choro que ainda nao saiu de mim

tao cedo como esta linha que pode nao acabar

ou apenas comecar quando eu ja ardi







Dali

*João Lopes DN


sexta-feira, novembro 21, 2003
e pronto vamos ao cinema vemos coisas assim, temos ainda as palavras dos criticos na cabeca e continuamos sem saber muito bem o que pensar (call me stuppid!!!)


quinta-feira, novembro 20, 2003
Entretanto matem-se os feios...

morram de cabeca enfiada no pantano

deixem-nos espernear

e digam-lhe o quao belo e o nascer do dia


(by the way, alguem me tira daqui??e que ja sufoco!)



quarta-feira, novembro 19, 2003
Mulher!! Instrua-se! Va ver Caravaggio!





no colo... mergulhados os dedos nos cabelos
com os olhos de um sonho oculto
imagino-te
entre um embalo e um desejo
revejo gestos que sofro que me oferecas


"a picture of what love should be
but when it comes
it's deepen them the darkest sea
sometimes I'm so alone
even in your arms
like each of us keeps a little wall
inside our hearts
"

Barlow n Robinson



"I am not the person who is singing
I am the silent one inside
I am not the one who laughs at people's jokes
I just pacify their egos
I am not my house, my car, my songs
They are only just stops along my way
I am like the winter
I'm a dark cold female
With a golden ring of wisdom in my cave

And it is me who is my enemy
Me who beats me up
Me who makes the monsters
Me who strips my confidence

I am carrying my voice
I am carrying my heart
I am carrying my rhythm
I am carrying my prayers
But you can't kill my spirit
It's soaring and it's strong
Like a mountain
I'll go on and on
But when my wings are folded
The brightly colored moth
Blends into the dirt into the ground

And it's me who's too weak
And it's me who's too shy
To ask for the thing i love
And it's me who's too weak
And it's me who's too shy
To ask for the thing i love
That I love

I am walking on the bridge
I am over the water
And I'm scared as hell
But I know there's something better
Yes I know there's something
Yes I know, i know, yes i know

That I love

But it's me
And it's me
But it's me
"

Paula Cole


domingo, novembro 16, 2003
porque quem tem costas tambem tem frente
porque quem chora tambem ri
porque tudo o que vive e tudo o que pode morrer



sexta-feira, novembro 14, 2003


Running up That Hill
"If I only could, I'd be running up that hill.
If I only could, I'd be running up that hill."

It doesn't hurt me.
Do you want to feel how it feels?
Do you want to know that it doesn't hurt me?
Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making?
You, it's you and me.

And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
If I only could, oh...

You don't want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware I'm tearing you asunder.
Ooh, there is thunder in our hearts.

Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?
You, it's you and me.
It's you and me won't be unhappy.

And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building,
Say, if I only could, oh...

You,
It's you and me,
It's you and me won't be unhappy.

"C'mon, baby, c'mon darling,
Let me steal this moment from you now.
C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling,
Let's exchange the experience, oh..."

And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems.

And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems.

And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems.

If I only could
Be running up that hill
With no problems...

"If I only could, I'd be running up that hill.
If I only could, I'd be running up that hill."


quinta-feira, novembro 13, 2003
algures em Lisboa


O Pai (que os ensinou a fazer doer)



Os Filhos (que ando a ouvir hoje, pode ser que deixe de doer)







1 Running Up That Hill (Kate Bush)

2 Where Is My Mind (The Pixies)

3 Bigmouth Strikes Again (The Smiths)

4 Johnny And Mary (Robert Palmer)

5 20th Century Boy (T-Rex)

6 The Ballad Of Melody Nelson (Serge Gainsbourg)

7 Holocaust (Alex Chilton)

8 I Feel You (Depeche Mode)

9 Daddy Cool (Boney M)

10 Jackie (Sinead O' Connor)


Chega de testes. já nem sei bem quem sou... como se alguma vez... como se alguma vez o reflexo que vejo nos teus olhos fosse o meu. Queria que fosse, talvez um dia, uma imagem permanente, e não apenas reflexo.

quarta-feira, novembro 12, 2003



1. Still Wasted (from the party last night)
2. United States of Whatever
3. Fake Bjork Song: "city"
4. Heavy Metal #1: Rock & Roll Whore
5. Happy Song
6. Fake Bowie Song: Eclipse Me
7. Untitled
8. Rapbot 2000
9. I'm All Bloody Inside
10. Heavy Metal #2: Well Hung
11. Toe Bass Ace
12. Fake Pixies Song: Colleen
13. Electrician's Day (from History of America? CD)
14. Back a da Bus
15. Fake Depeche Mode Song: Miserable Life
16. Heavy Metal #3: Vulture's Son
17. Horny Kind of Love
18. Iggy Bird Band
19. Sugar Walkin'
20. Fake Jane's Addiction Song: Don't Be Tame
21. Hidden Track

Ena, ena uma acçãozinha da Marinha Portuguesa contra os States

Viva a Marinha!


Artist: Liam Lynch
Song: United States of Whatever

Lyrics:

I went down to the beach and saw Kiki
She was, like, all "ehhhh"
And I was, like, "whatever!"

Then this chick comes up to me and she's all, like,
" Hey, aren't you that dude?"
And I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"

So later I'm at the pool hall
And this girl comes up
And she's, like, "awww"
And I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"

Cuz this is my
United States of Whatever!
And this is my
United States of Whatever!
And this is my
United States of Whatever!

And then it's three A.M.
And I'm on the corner, wearing my leather
This dude comes up and he's, like, "hey, punk!"
I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"

Then I'm throwing dice in the alley
Officer Leroy comes up and is, like,
" Hey, I thought I told you..."
And I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"

And then up comes Zafo
I'm, like, "yo, Zafo. What's up?"
He's, like, "nothin'"
And I'm, like, "that's cool."

Cuz this is my
United States of Whatever!
And this is my
United States of Whatever!


terça-feira, novembro 11, 2003
Welcome Mr. Robinson

Hoje aprendi que as ideologias envelhecem, que se tornam putridas antes de morrer. Porque sao filhas do Homem, que morre porque sim, que apodrece porque e Homem. Aprendi que nao e das cas que nasce a luz, nem tem as rugas toda a verdade. Aprendi-o em quem nao queria, naquele que nao sabe o que é "nao ter". Por ter sido este o mestre custa-me dize-lo, mas "Hoje cresi!"

segunda-feira, novembro 10, 2003
acontecem demasiadas coisas, entre os poucos vazios?

espreita-se aqui e ali, e as surpresas acabam por ser velhos livros a morrer no po.

o que ha de novo por aqui?

toques que se desfazem, quotidianos a espernear para que algo aconteça

meter os headphones na cabeça e mentir para mim: "o mundo nao é isto e eu nao
estou aqui!" nao me perdi, guardei as migalhas no bolso e esperei.

nao apareceste, fui-me embora...

sei que volto amanha e que amanha nao vais aparecer.