o de sempre

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

o de sempre

quinta-feira, setembro 30, 2004


Tahiti rain song (CocoRosie)

Oh sailor
Oh sail me
Silver mast do impale me
Oh windless
Oh windy
Remind me
Rewind me
Oh laughter
Oh laughless
Just sing this
Just mean this
Infinity whispered to me
A mumble so dreamy
A soft sound so creamy
So dreamy
Dreamy
Infinity whispered to me
A mumble so dreamy
A soft sound so creamy
So dreamy
So dreamy
So dreamy

terça-feira, setembro 28, 2004


"Fly" (Nick Drake)

Please give me a second grace.
Please give me a second face.
I've fallen far down, the first time around,
now I just sit on the ground in your way.

Now if it's time to recompense for what's done,
come, come sit down on the fence in the sun.
And the clouds will roll by
and we'll never deny- it's really too hard for to fly.

Please tell me your second name.
Please play me your second game.
I've fallen so far for the people you are,
I just need your star for a day.

So come, come ride in my streetcar by the bay
for now I must know how fine you are in your way.
And the sea sure as I,
but she won't need to cry for it's really too hard for to fly.

domingo, setembro 26, 2004

Today my day is done
"Day is done" (Nick Drake)

When the day is done
Down to earth then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is done.

When the day is done
Hope so much your race will be all run
Then you find you jumped the gun
Have to go back where you began
When the day is done.

When the night is cold
Some get by but some get old
Just to show life's not made of gold
When the night is cold.

When the bird has flown
Got no-one to call your own
Got no place to call your home
When the bird has flown.

When the game's been fought
You speed the ball across the court
Lost much sooner than you would have thought
Now the game's been fought.

When the party's through
Seems so very sad for you
Didn't do the things you meant to do
Now there's no time to start anew
Now the party's through.

When the day is done
Down to earth then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is done.


Quando se tem coragem e o assunto realmente nos toca e algo como "Tarnation" que nasce.
E preciso saber como manter uma ferida aberta sem que isso nos mate.





quinta-feira, setembro 23, 2004
Alguem me deu a dica
e descobri as mosqueteiras
na sua insubmissao publica.
Ei-las.




"Shame" PJ Harvey
I don't need no rising moon
I don't need no ball and chain
I don't need anything but you
Such a shame, shame, shame
Shame, shame, shame
Shame is the shadow of love

You changed my life
We were as green as grass
And I was hypnotized
From the first 'til the last
Kiss of shame, shame, shame
Shame is the shadow of love

I'd jump for you into the fire
I'd jump for you into the flame
Tried to go forward with my life
I just feel shame, shame, shame
Shame, shame, shame
Shame is the shadow of love

If you tell a lie
I still would take the blame
If you pass me by
It’s such a shame, shame, shame





"All is full of Love" Bjork
You'll be given love
You'll be taken care of
You'll be given love
You have to trust it

Maybe not from the sources
You have poured yours
Maybe not from the directions
You are staring at

Twist your head around
It's all around you
All is full of love
All around you

All is full of love
You just aint receiving
All is full of love
Your phone is off the hook
All is full of love
Your doors are all shut
All is full of love
All is full of love, all is full of love
All is full of love, all is full of love ...




"A case of you" Tori Amos
Just before our love got lost you said
"I am as constant as the northern star"
And I said, "Constantly in the darkness
Where's that at?
If you want me I'll be in the bar"
On the back of a cotton coaster
In the blue T.V. screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh Canada
With your face sketched on it twice

In my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Well, I could drink a case of you, darling
And I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid
I remember that time you told me
"Love is touching souls"
Surely you touched mine
'Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time

My blood
My holy wine
Tastes so bitter and so sweet
Well I could drink a case of you, darling
And I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your devils and your deeds
And she said, "Go to him, stay with him
But be prepared to bleed"

My blood
My holy wine
Tastes so bitter and so sweet
Well I could drink a case of you, darling
And I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

sexta-feira, setembro 17, 2004
oleamos os carretos, juntamos os anzois
e fomos

enfunamos as velas como o pai tinha
ensinado...e como o vento deixava

sentamo-nos lado a lado
puxamos a sombra para nos

e prendemos a amarra por ali
enquanto desejava que olhasses

quinta-feira, setembro 16, 2004
o primeiro bocado do dia de hoje





uma visitinha a porta do trabalho

o ultimo bocado do dia de ontem
"Sonho da vida - o sol do marmeleiro"




terça-feira, setembro 14, 2004

I can be your liar
I can be your bearer of bad news
Sick and uninspired by
The diamonds in your fire
Burning like a flame inside of you
But is this just desire or the truth?

So shame on me for the ruse
Shame on me for the blues
Another one returned that I'll never use

Hanging on this wire
Waiting for the day I have to choose
Cursed by love so dire
One more boy for hire
One more boy to lend a hand to you
But it is this just desire or the truth?




segunda-feira, setembro 13, 2004
"Recebi os homens mais abandonados (...) destrocos de gente ja descrente em tudo a procura de calor (...) de corpos ainda quentes (...) de codeas de amor"


"Violeta - Puta de Guerra"
Teatro da Trindade

Um dos efeitos da guerra colonial foi o abandono de centenas de prostitutas a sua sorte. Durante anos, elas foram o escape das tensoes da guerra, confidentes de servico. mas no fim foram abandonadas. Em Mocambique, algumas, brancas ou negras, sem dinheiro para regressar a Metropole, foram detidas e enviadas para campos de reeducacao, alegadamente para serem integradas numa sociedade nova, num pais novo.

(se tivesse outro titulo podia ser:
"Onde estao os meus irmaos?")

Cidade emoldurada









Arte domestica II a saga continua
Encontros imediatos








Space Invaders


Polaroid no canto inferior esquerdo

quinta-feira, setembro 09, 2004
Desesperadamente procurando
Joanna Newson
"The milk-eyed mender"
Listen!



Dao-se alvissaras

quarta-feira, setembro 08, 2004
Where's the line with you, Girl?



terça-feira, setembro 07, 2004
Ares de Lisboa!


Pro escolha? Pro vida?
Ou assim so p'ro indeciso?