Perfect Sonnet

Lately I've been wishing I had one desire
something that would make me never want another
something that would make it so that nothing matters
all would be clear then

but I guess i'll have to settle for a few brief moments
and watch it all dissolve into a single second
try to write it down into a perfect sonnet
or one foolish line'cause that's all that you'll get so you'll have to accept
you are here then you're gone

but i believe that lovers should be tied together
thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather
left there to drown left there to drown
in their innocence
but as for me i'm coming to the final chapter
i read all of the pages and there's still no answer
only all that was before i know must soon come after
that's the only way it can be
so I stand in the sun
and I breathe with my lungs
trying to spare me the weight of the truth
saying everything you've ever seen was just a mirror
spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever
now you're laying in a bathtub full of freezing water
wishing you were a ghost

but once you knew a girl and you named her lover
danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer
autumn came, she disappeared
you can't remember where she said she was going to
but you know that she is gone 'cause she left you a song
that you don't want to sing
singing I believe that lovers should be chained together
thrown into a fire with their songs and letters
left there to burn
left there to burn
in their arrogance

but as for me i'm coming to my final failure
killed myself with changes trying to make things better
ended up becoming something other than what I had planned to be
now i believe that lovers should be draped in flowers
and layed entwined together on a bed of clover
left there to sleep
left there to dream of their happiness

by Bright eyes

Havia algo que gostaria de partilhar...

Performance única:

http://www.jbnightology.com/navidad/christmas/christmas.php?id=27080555

Imperdivel

Where Is my mind...

Madrugar

(...) Madrugar es muy desagradable. Interrumpir el sueño en un momento antinatural es como arrancar un esparadrapo despacito, descrajando al pasar un montón de pelos inocentes. (...) Un trance penoso (...), molesto, horrible, de ahí que inevitablemente uno se levante de un humor pésimo. (...)

Cinco moscas azules, Carmen Posadas

O Dry Martini perfeito, segundo Luís Buñuel

Solo hay una manera de lograr un Martini seco de verdad y consiste en lo siguiente:
Deven colocarse los elementos del cóctel frente a una ventana en un mediodía soleado. En ese momento, debe exponerse la botella de ginebra a la luz. Ahora cogemos la de Martini y la luz que atraviesa una y otra nos garantiza el Dry Martini más extra seco del mundo.

Mi último suspiro, Las memorias de Luis Buñuel

Afinal ainda há uma praia secreta para lá dos terminais que asfixiam a pequena baía de espelhos. Ainda há um ermo, ainda há flores selvagens que insistem em crescer, alimentadas pela espuma das ondas. Há rochas perenes e o marulhar ininterrupto que embala os corais que sempre existiram. Apesar do progresso, ainda há constância.

Dirty Vodka Martini

3 oz vodka
1 oz dry vermouth
1/2 oz olive brine


Pour all ingredients into a cocktail shaker half filled with cracked ice.
Shake well.
Strain into a chilled cocktail glass, garnish with an olive, and serve.

Bom Ano (Fireworks in my eyes)

já cá estou

teste 1, 2, 3...

Desejo

A todos um bom carnaval
desejo um bom carnaval
Para todos vós

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!

Hector Zazou by Patti Smith

Hector Zazou

Babelogue

I haven't fucked much with the past, but I've fucked plenty with the future. Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed. A stage is like each bolt of wood, like a log of Helen, is my pleasure. I would measure the success of a night by the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude over the columns that nestled the P.A. Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off with a skirt of green net sewed over with flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed. The lights were violet and white. I had an ornamental veil, but I couldn't bear to use it. When my hair was cropped, I craved covering, but now my hair itself is a veil, and the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy and sleepy Comanche lies beneath this netting of the skin. I wake up. I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun. I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me. In heart I am a Moslem; in heart I am an American; in heart I am Moslem, in heart I'm an American artist, and I have no guilt. I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin. The narrow archway; the layers; the scroll of ancient lettuce. We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore. He spared the child and spoiled the rod. I have not sold myself to God.

Patti Smith

Magnificat em Talha Dourada
Eurico Carrapatoso

Coro Ricercare • Orquestra Metropolitana de Lisboa

Direcção: Brian Schembri

Soprano: Angélica Neto

Concerto na Aula Magna da Universidade de Lisboa

Transmissão directa na Antena 2
18 de Dezembro de 2005, 20.00

Entrada : 5£

MAGNIFICAT EM TALHA DOURADA

de Eurico Carrapatoso

ORQUESTRA METROPOLITANA DE LISBOA
Direcção: maestro Brian Schembri
Soprano: Angélica Neto

CORO RICERCARE

6ª Feira, 16 Dezembro, 21h30, EPAC, Azambuja Sábado, 17 Dezembro, 21h30, Igreja São Domingos, Lisboa 3ª Feira, 20 Dezembro, 21h30, Cinema Teatro Joaquim de Almeida, Montijo
entrada livre

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I think that all right-thinking people in this country are sick and tired of being told that ordinary, decent people are fed up in this country with being sick and tired. I'm certainly not! But I'm sick and tired of being told that I am! -- Monty Python

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Christma's Time

A chuva caía persistentemente na rua. Ensopava as pessoas, percorrendo camadas de tecido até ao coração, causando aquela sensação desconfortável.

Era apenas mais um dia, mais um dia que tínhamos de viver.

As pessoas percorriam as ruas na azáfama das compras de natal, como insectos executando uma tarefa que foram programados para fazer, como se apenas tivessem nascido para fazer aquilo. Quantas daquelas pessoas poderiam dizer que estavam a viver verdadeiramente? Perdidas nos seus afazeres, anestesiadas pelo frio que se fazia sentir. Era como uma ilusão colectiva em que tudo se dissolvia no cinzento do céu.

Julgavam-se felizes, ou talvez enganavam-se.

Perturbado por este sentir rumou a casa na busca de conforto e de calor. Na ânsia do seu corpo desejado.

Não estava, o apartamento estava vazio, apenas aquela sensação de ausência.
O frio continuava a penetrar no seu corpo até aos seus ossos, cortante como metal. Sentia-se cansado, sentia a velocidade vertiginosa da sua vida desvanecer. Nos seus poucos anos viveu intensamente, apaixonadamente consumindo-se na chama das suas paixões. "Consumimo-nos nas paixões que nos consomem", alguém disse, embora não soubesse exactamente quem.
Agora a velocidade abrandara até à estagnação asfixiante, até ao estado de dormência em que vivia. Não sabia quanto tempo podia aguentar, mas sabia que tinha de continuar.

Pensava na sua vida ao fumar um cigarro – Este sou eu, mas podia ser qualquer um.

Festival de S. Roque

FESTIVAL DE S. ROQUE

Concerto do Coro de Câmara da Universidade de Lisboa

( dir. José Robert)

Interpreta obras de William Byrd(1543-1623)

Tomás Vitória(1535-1608)D. Pedro de Cristo

( 1545-1618), Duarte Lobo(1565-1646)Diogo Dias Melgaz (1638-1709)

Concerto na Igreja de S. Pedro de Alcântara,

Sábado, dia 3 de Dezembro, às 18.00h

A igreja situa-se no Bairro Alto, ao Pé do Jardim de S. Pedro de Alcântara

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