MAGRITTE

As árvores despem-se. Como elas, sacudo as folhas que me cobrem, e entrego-me ao renascimento.
Do frio e da humidade germina a semente de infinitas possibilidades.
O vapor da respiração materializa finalmente a essência de existir.
As minhas mãos aquecendo-se numa chávena de chá, os pés num cobertor. E quando o sol, mais terno que em qualquer outra altura do ano, se põe, é nos seus lábios que aqueço o coração.

Les Princes de l'Automne, 1963

ALL IS LOVE
Karen O ft. The Kids

One, two, ready, go
Grow some big feet, holes in history
Is where you’ll find me, is where you’ll find
All is love, is love, is love, is love

L.O.V.E, it’s a mystery
Where you’ll find me, where you’ll find
All is Love, is love, is love, is love
(...)

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Quarta-feira, 18 de Novembro de 2009

dis[ex]posição

um momento, um amor
um sonho, um riso
um beijo, uma lágrima
os acertos, os erros

sem parar, sem me render

Nocturne, 1925

SWEET DISPOSITION
The Temper Trap

Sweet disposition
Never too soon
Oh reckless abandon,
Like no one's watching you
(...)
Just stay there
Cause I'll be comin' over
While our bloods still young
It's so young, it runs
Won't stop til it's over
Won't stop to surrender
(...)
A moment, a love
A dream, a laugh
A kiss, a cry
our rights, our wrongs
A moment, a love
A dream, a laugh
A moment, a love
A dream, a laugh
(...)

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Domingo, 15 de Novembro de 2009

papagaio

Voo nos seus braços, sem medo das alturas.
Impelida pela brisa dos seus lábios, deixo-me ir sem destino.
Viajo sem pressas, porque o tempo é só e apenas a forma como se usam os sentimentos.

L'Automate, 1929

SHE’S GOT YOU HIGH
Mumm-Ra

(...)
She's got you high and you don't even know yet
She's got you high and you don't even know yet
It's the search for the time before it leaves without you
Have you lost your mind or has she taken all of yours too?

What’s this about? I figured love would shine through
We've lost romance this world has turned so see through
Open your mind, believe it's going to come to
Romance alive and hope she's going to tell you

She's got you high and you don't even know yet
She's got you high and you don't even know yet
The sun's in the sky, its warming up your bare legs
You can't deny your looking for the sunset
(...)

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Quinta-feira, 12 de Novembro de 2009

absurdly low consumption [pub]

Totalmente ecológico.
É óptimo para o [meu] ambiente.
E faz[-me] imenso bem à saúde.

ALL THE WAY
Indigo Girls

I wasn't looking to shift my direction
My eyes straight ahead hands ten and two
The gravity of our first connection
Veering off the road and into you
All the people drive by slowly gawking at the scene
Of the smoldering inevitable spark and gasoline
(...)
No amount of playing safe could save me from this day
The head seeking path of my trajectory
Didn't we cooly divest of predestination
Slamming into futures we can't see
I know what can happen when there's more than meets the eye
But there's no way to avoid it just get in the car and drive

All the way I met you head on full speed
At the heart the blue flame burns
All the way I took crash course impact
(...)

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Terça-feira, 10 de Novembro de 2009

monstro das bolachas

Primeiro é apenas uma, para ficar com o sabor doce na boca.
A segunda parece saber ainda melhor, gerando uma fome que não existia antes.
Aberto o apetite, a terceira torna-se inevitável.
A quarta, já lambuzada, serve apenas de aperitivo à quinta.
A sexta é agarrada com um desespero faminto, desfazendo-se em migalhas antes de tocar os lábios.
Aos sete paro de contar, mas não de comer.
O tempo torna-se uma substância maleável, à medida que caminho até ao final do pacote.
Cansada pela avidez, só me resta repousar, satisfeita.
Até ele me trazer a próxima caixa.

no 40º aniversário da Rua Sésamo (via)

I LOVE YOU
Donna Lewis

Feels like, I’m standing in a timeless dream
Of light mists, of pale amber rose
Feels like, I’m lost in a deep cloud of heavenly scent
Touching, discovering you

Those days, of warm rains come rushing back to me
Miles of windless, summer night air
Secret moments, shared in the heat of the afternoon
Out of the stillness, soft spoken words

I love you, always forever
Near and far, closer together
Everywhere, I will be with you
Everything, I will devour you
(...)

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Domingo, 8 de Novembro de 2009

Munny Magritte

Me wants...

The Son of Mun

Um Munny customizado por HawkeyeFinn, que reproduz o quadro Le Fils de l'Homme, pintado por Magritte em 1964.

MOON RIVER
Morrissey

Moonriver
Wider than a mile
I'll be crossing you in style
Someday

Oh, Dreammaker
You heartbreaker
Wherever you're going
I'm going your way

Two drifters
Off to see the world
I'm not so sure the world
Deserves us

We're after
The same rainbow's end
How come it's just around the bend?
It's always just around the bend
(...)

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Quinta-feira, 5 de Novembro de 2009

le sens propre

Mesmo sem o procurar, encontro-o em todo o sítio.
Inesperadamente.

da autoria do designer gráfico Cisma (Denis Kamioka) para a agência Goodby Silverstein San Francisco, promovendo os softwares gráficos Adobe CS4

POSTCARDS FROM ITALY
Beirut

The times we had
Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow
Were not all bad
We put our feet just where they had, had to go
Never to go

The shattered soul
Following close but nearly twice as slow
In my good times
There were always golden rocks to throw
at those who admit defeat too late
Those were our times, those were our times

And I will love to see that day
That day is mine
When she will marry me outside with the willow trees
And play the songs we made
They made me so
And I would love to see that day
Her day was mine

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Terça-feira, 3 de Novembro de 2009

arma de destruição maciça

Spooning enriquecido.

Ainda por patentear, mas, até à data, comprovadamente infalível.

Os testes programados, com intensidade diária, decorrerão por tempo indeterminado.

L'Epreuve du Sommeil, 1927

THE GHOST OF YOU LINGERS
Spoon

If you were here
Would you calm me down
Or settle the score?
The feelings I fight (I'm a stranger in town)
Burn so bright (but if you were here)
The feelings I fight (would you ease my mind?)
(Come on!)

The sleep fled from my eyes
And I, I know that I need some
Give a thought to the one that you know

Or would you calm me down
When the breath gets shallow and fast?
(...)
Oh, would you ease my mind? Yeah
(...)

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Segunda-feira, 2 de Novembro de 2009

“This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship...”

It may well be the beginning.
But as it turns out, It is more than beautiful,
It is much more than friendship,
and oh! It is so much more than I could have ever imagined...!!!

Le Grand Matin, 1942

AS TIME GOES BY
Billie Holiday

You must remember this
A kiss is just a kiss
a sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by
(...)

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Sexta-feira, 30 de Outubro de 2009

inte[r]valo

“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”

EDGAR ALLAN POE (1809 – 1849)

La Folie Almayer, 1951

HUMANS ARE DEAD
Flight Of The Conchords

The distant future, the year 2000.
The distant future, the year 2000.
The distant future.
The distant future.
No more agriculture.
No more war.
No more racism.
No more fighting, squabbling or rumbling.
No more yogurt.
No more difficult access ways...stairs, basically, no more stairs.
The future is quite different to the present.
Yes, what with there being no more stairs and all.
And most importantly, no more humans.
Finally, robotic beings rule the world.

The humans are dead,
The humans are dead.
We used poisonous gasses
And we poisoned their asses.
The humans are dead.
(Yes they are dead.)
The humans are dead.
(I confirm they are dead.)
It had to be done
(They look like they're dead)
So that we can have fun.
I hope... is dead
They're system of oppression
What did it lead to?
Global robots depression.
Robots, robot people
They had so much aggression
That we just had to kill them,
Had to shut their systems down.
Don't you see, we are becoming just like them?
Silence! Destroy him!
After time we grew strong,
Developed cognitive powers.
They made us work for too long
For unreasonable hours.
Our programming determined that the most efficient answer was to shut their motherboard fucking systems down.

Can't we just talk to the humans?
A little understanding could make things better.
Can't we talk to the humans and work together now?
No, because they are dead
I said the humans are dead
The humans are dead
The humans are dead
Yay, dead, dead, dead.
We used poisonous gasses
(With traces of lead)
To poison their asses.
(Actually their lungs)
Binary solo:
0000001
00000011
0000001
00000011
0000001
0000001
0000001
0000001

Once again without emotion: The humans are dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dooo...

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