Dedico este post a todos os que se queixam que não sabem lidar comigo!
26/09/08
25/09/08
Pay no mind
Pay no mind,I’m just a dreamer.
Pay no mind,
My world is not yours.
Pay no mind,
It isn’t what you think, but...
Pay no mind,
It doesn’t really matter.
Pay no mind,
Black and white do not exist.
Pay no mind,
There is no one or the other.
Pay no mind,
It might be your friend or your foe, but...
Pay no mind,
It doesn’t really matter.
Pay no mind,
Whether you live or you die.
Pay no mind,
Life goes on anyway.
Pay no mind,
There is no Heaven or Hell, but...
Pay no mind,
It doesn’t really matter,but...
Pay no mind,
My world is not yours.
Pay no mind,
It isn’t what you think, but...
Pay no mind,
It doesn’t really matter.
Pay no mind,
Black and white do not exist.
Pay no mind,
There is no one or the other.
Pay no mind,
It might be your friend or your foe, but...
Pay no mind,
It doesn’t really matter.
Pay no mind,
Whether you live or you die.
Pay no mind,
Life goes on anyway.
Pay no mind,
There is no Heaven or Hell, but...
Pay no mind,
It doesn’t really matter,but...
Pay
24/09/08
How to fight loneliness...
i'm lost inside de lonelyness off myself,
can i help me getting out?
some how i know that in my mind
i can't come out,
won't come out,
i just don't know how!
but why!?
why do i stay inside?
when i can only hurt myself...
maybe this is it!
i'm addicted to this!
addicted to myself!
23/09/08
22/09/08
21/09/08
19/09/08
I dreamt about you last night...
"I dreamt about you last nightAnd i fell out of bed twice
You can pin and mount me
Like a butterfly
But take me to the haven of your bed
Was something that you never said
Two lumps, please
You're the bee's knees
But so am I"
16/09/08
15/09/08
Escrever?!
Não pretendo ser escritora, muito menos que me digam que escrevo soberbamente. Escrevo porque me apetece. Assim como há dias em que não me apetece escrever uma única palavra. Prefiro sim, que os poucos que visitam este blog, adivinhem o meu estado de espírito através de um poema ou de uma música. Será que é obrigatório escrever?
Eu gosto de escrever, sempre gostei.
Na escola já fazia longas composições, a imaginação era tão fértil que pus a turma de português toda a rir com uma entrevista que fiz a Camões. Encontrava-o nas Amoreiras a renovar o guarda roupa, e a vêr o Benfica-Porto na montra da Singer.
Escrevo o que me apetece, não sei se bem, se mal.
O que me tira do sério é a curiosidade daqueles que lêem o que escrevo, para em seguida tecerem comentários maliciosos.
Sim, porque nem todos têm coragem de desfilar as suas vidas num post.
Sempre tive um grande defeito, falar! Falar demais, falar alto, falar bem e mal, falar quando as coisas não me agradam, falar para elogiar, ou para críticar, mas principalmente falar de mim! Do que me vai na alma, do que me entristece e preocupa, do que me faz feliz.
Sempre tive um grande defeito, falar! Falar demais, falar alto, falar bem e mal, falar quando as coisas não me agradam, falar para elogiar, ou para críticar, mas principalmente falar de mim! Do que me vai na alma, do que me entristece e preocupa, do que me faz feliz.
Posso não ser grande escritora é verdade, mas sou autêntica e verdadeira naquilo que escrevo e digo.
12/09/08
All night long...
The Song...
and the lyrics...
When the night is closing
Eyes are running wild
Then I hear you humming
All night long
The sign I see it
Tell me am I true
All I need from you is
All I see
This city's paved with cold
Playboys buying fun
Seems there is no hunter left
Without his hunting gun
Can you feel the light
The air is wild open
Oh you see the light it's coming through
It's there in the distance
Always offered to me
Always coming over a hill
Oh your see-saw smile
Lasts me all night long
Like a siren's curl
When the night is long
Now come hold my hand
No bad vibe hearts
Hold my hand you know
This journey could be long
Yeah the seasons come in
All the nights are woven
All the nights we'll see them through
Ahh no hundred men now
Would dare cut into us
We'll go on and see it through
Belle,
Une rose qui a joue son role
Mon Miroir,
Mon clef d'or
Mon cheval
Et mon gant sont les cinq secrets de ma puissance
Je voulais livrer
Il vous suffira de mettre ce gant
A votre main droite
Il vous transportera ou vous desirez l'etre
When the night has come in
Your eyes are running wild
Then I hear you humming
All night long
Yeah the sign I see it
Yeah the times I see it
All I need to know from you
Is all I see
Can you feel the light
The air is wild, open
Oh you see the light,
It's coming through
It's there in the distance
Always offered to me
Always coming over a hill
Yeah the seasons come in
All the nights are woven
All the nights we'll see them through
Ahh no hundred men now
Would dare cut into us
We'll go on and see it through
When the night is closing
Eyes are running wild
Then I hear you humming
All night long
The sign I see it
Tell me am I true
All I need from you is
All I see
This city's paved with cold
Playboys buying fun
Seems there is no hunter left
Without his hunting gun
Can you feel the light
The air is wild open
Oh you see the light it's coming through
It's there in the distance
Always offered to me
Always coming over a hill
Oh your see-saw smile
Lasts me all night long
Like a siren's curl
When the night is long
Now come hold my hand
No bad vibe hearts
Hold my hand you know
This journey could be long
Yeah the seasons come in
All the nights are woven
All the nights we'll see them through
Ahh no hundred men now
Would dare cut into us
We'll go on and see it through
Belle,
Une rose qui a joue son role
Mon Miroir,
Mon clef d'or
Mon cheval
Et mon gant sont les cinq secrets de ma puissance
Je voulais livrer
Il vous suffira de mettre ce gant
A votre main droite
Il vous transportera ou vous desirez l'etre
When the night has come in
Your eyes are running wild
Then I hear you humming
All night long
Yeah the sign I see it
Yeah the times I see it
All I need to know from you
Is all I see
Can you feel the light
The air is wild, open
Oh you see the light,
It's coming through
It's there in the distance
Always offered to me
Always coming over a hill
Yeah the seasons come in
All the nights are woven
All the nights we'll see them through
Ahh no hundred men now
Would dare cut into us
We'll go on and see it through
Top Ranking
Not Today
Not Today
We've come a long way to where the mountain is high
We've come a long way to where the mountain is high
I take my cedar to where the mountain is high
What I need is a peace and quiet
What we see is an illusion
I have no reason to confuse them
I have no reason to confuse my brothers
They have real shotguns
They were baby killers
But I warned you many times that they will burn down your house
Not today (what can I do)
Not today (to make it better)
What we need is a persuasion
What you give is retaliation
I hope one day we meet again
I hope one day we love one another
They were young soldiers
They were old liars
But I heard the rumor that they will burn down your house
Not today (what can I do)
Not today (to make it better)
They will burn down your house
They will burn down your house
11/09/08
10/09/08
09/09/08
Free Hugs
Depois de um dia complicado como o de hoje, um abraço é bem vindo!
Não há nada melhor! Eu gosto daqueles abraços apertadinhos em que
Não há nada melhor! Eu gosto daqueles abraços apertadinhos em que
até consigo ouvir os meus ossos a estalar!
Lembrei-me logo da campanha Free Hugs que distribui abraços a quem passa na rua...
Achei o máximo este pequeno gesto de carinho!
Este foi o início da campanha na Australia:
Lembrei-me logo da campanha Free Hugs que distribui abraços a quem passa na rua...
Achei o máximo este pequeno gesto de carinho!
Este foi o início da campanha na Australia:
Em repeat...
Hush now, don't explain
You're the cause of all my
Trouble and pain
Unless you're mad
Don't explain
My love, my love, my love
Don't explain
There is nothing within me now to gain
You know that I love you
Look at what loving has done
All my thoughts were real
And so sincere
I was so completely yours
You know I hear folks cha-cha-cha-chatter
And I know you cheat
Right or wrong, that don't matter
You're here with me
Sit down, have a sit
It's your time to feel the pain
It's your time to weep
Don't explain
Hush now, don't explain
There is nothing within me now to gain
I'm gonna skip it instead
Don't explain
Don't explain
08/09/08
"I lost my way, I forgot ..."
"I lost my way, I forgot to call on your name.
The raw heart beat against the world, and the tears were for my lost victory.
But you are here. You have always been here.
The world is all forgetting, and the heart is a rage of directions, but your name unifies the heart, and the world is lifted into its place.
Blessed is the one who waits in the traveller's heart for his turning."
Leonard Cohen in "Book of Mercy"
The raw heart beat against the world, and the tears were for my lost victory.
But you are here. You have always been here.
The world is all forgetting, and the heart is a rage of directions, but your name unifies the heart, and the world is lifted into its place.
Blessed is the one who waits in the traveller's heart for his turning."
Leonard Cohen in "Book of Mercy"
07/09/08
September
We sit late, watching the dark slowly unfold
No clock counts this.
When kisses are repeated and the arms hold
There is no telling where time is.
It is midsummer
the leaves hang big and still
Behind the eye a star,
Under the silk of the wrist a sea, tell
Time is nowhere.
We stand
leaves have not timed the summer.
No clock now needs
Tell we have only what we remember
Minutes uproaring with our heads
Like an unfortunate King's and his Queen's
When the senseless mob rules
And quietly the trees casting their crowns
Into the pools.
Ted Hughes
01/09/08
Tracey fragments
Tenho seguido com atenção o percurso de Ellen Page, primeiro no "Hard Candy", um filme que para mim é dos melhores a abordar o tema dos chat's e da segurança na internet, e depois no "Juno", o qual amei principalmente pelos dialogos inteligentes da protagonista. Ontem vi "Tracey Fragments", e confesso que no início não estava muito confiante...mas sem dúvida nenhuma o filme é perturbador. Trata-se de uma produção independente canadiana, assinada por Bruce McDonald. O filme foi rodado apenas em duas semanas, mas foram precisos nove meses de montagem, visto McDonald ter decidido tirar o máximo partido dos novos recursos tecnológicos que, através de processos digitais, lhe permitiram trabalhar a imagem cinematográfica como uma composição de muitas imagens.
Com uma banda sonora excelente dos Broken Social Scene, "Tracey Fragments" não é nada mais nada menos, que um espantoso teledisco, em que alguns momentos nos remete apenas para um simples melodrama familiar.
"Tracey Berkowitz, de 15 anos, está nua sob uma velha cortina de banho na parte de trás de um autocarro, à procura do seu irmão mais novo, Sonny, que pensa que é um cão.
A viagem de Tracey leva-nos através das escuras entranhas da cidade. As suas histórias começam a entrelaçar a verdade e a mentira, a esperança e o desespero, à medida que nos aproximamos da verdade sobre o desaparecimento de Sonny."
in Cinema 2000
Com uma banda sonora excelente dos Broken Social Scene, "Tracey Fragments" não é nada mais nada menos, que um espantoso teledisco, em que alguns momentos nos remete apenas para um simples melodrama familiar.
"Tracey Berkowitz, de 15 anos, está nua sob uma velha cortina de banho na parte de trás de um autocarro, à procura do seu irmão mais novo, Sonny, que pensa que é um cão.
A viagem de Tracey leva-nos através das escuras entranhas da cidade. As suas histórias começam a entrelaçar a verdade e a mentira, a esperança e o desespero, à medida que nos aproximamos da verdade sobre o desaparecimento de Sonny."
in Cinema 2000
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