sábado, 23 de fevereiro de 2008


"There were these two people
Living together in a peculiar house
This house was so peculiar
Because it made such strange noises

The couple decided that they had to move
They could no longer stand living with such strange noises
So they packed their bags and
Put on their propeller hats

And so they flew
High above the ocean and forests and mountains
To find a place
Yeah they flew far into heaven to get some peace
To find a place
That would be quiet
So - quiet

But heaven was no permanent place for this silence seeking copule
Because there there were sounds too
Sky sounds
So they left the place
So they left the place

They flew high above the birds and the clouds and the moon
To find a place
They flew far into the universe to get some peace
To find a place
They flew high above the birds and the clouds and the moon
To find a place
They flew far into the universe to get some peace
To find a place
That would be quiet
Absolutly quiet

They flew high above the birds and the clouds and the moon
To find a place
They flew far into the universe to get some peace
To find a place

But everywhere they went there were these sounds
Strange sounds
Somebody else's sounds
And somebody else's sounds are lot worse to live with than one's own

So the couple found that they might as well go back home
They took off their propeller hats and
Descended between the stars

East or west - east or west
Home is best - home is best
East or west - east or west
Home is best - home is best"

(letra:anja garbarek - "strange noises"
foto:vitor g. "kiss")

sexta-feira, 8 de fevereiro de 2008


Creio nos anjos que andam pelo mundo,
creio na deusa com olhos de diamantes,
creio em amores lunares com piano ao fundo,
creio nas lendas, nas fadas, nos atlantes;

creio num engenho que falta mais fecundo
de harmonizar as partes dissonantes,
creio que tudo é eterno num segundo,
creio num céu futuro que houve dantes,

creio nos deuses de um astral mais puro,
na flor humilde que se encosta ao muro,
creio na carne que enfeitiça o além,

creio no incrível, nas coisas assombrosas,
na ocupação do mundo pelas rosas,
creio que o amor tem asas de ouro. Amén.


Natália Correia






(foto:angelicatas - "engraved memories")

quarta-feira, 6 de fevereiro de 2008

nas estórias existem sempre imagens que não encaixam...



















































(fotos:tomek paczkowski - "untitled")



"White chalk hills are all I've known
White chalk hills will rot my bones
White chalk sticking to my shoes
White chalk playing as a child with you

White chalk sat against time
White chalk cutting down the sea line
I know Mary's by the surf
On a path cut 1500 years ago

And I know these chalk hills will rot my bones

Dorset's cliffs meet at the sea
Where I walked
(Our unborn child in me)
White chalk
(Poor scattered land)

Scratch my palms
There's blood on my hands"


(pjharvey-white chalk)

segunda-feira, 4 de fevereiro de 2008


If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before

I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will

If it be your will
That a voice be true
From the broken hill
I will sing to you
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing

From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing

If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well

And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light
In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will
And end this night
If it be your will

If it be your will
If it be your will
If it be your will...




(antony and the johnson's - "if it be your will" - leonard cohen tribute )




(foto:yans mjolk -"untitled")

tenho a plena noção que não fui feita para finais felizes...
aliás, na minha vida nem sei muito bem onde tal noção se possa encaixar

isso não é de todo uma fatalidade
é talvez apenas uma outra forma de por aqui andar...






(foto: lilya corneli - "patchwork series")

sábado, 2 de fevereiro de 2008

às vezes este silêncio irrita-me
aliás, este blog às vezes irrita-me
MESMOOOOO!!!!


vou gritar!!!
hoje sou isto!!!
WILD FORCE ON A FREE WAY!!

ninguém me pode parar! afastem-se!!

finalmente descubro que também consigo ser PUTAAAA!!
e sabe-me BEMMMM!!!!