lake

BOSTON

kitchen2

animalzinho encontrado entre arvores

rufus party-treat

WILLIAMSTOWN

central park - fam

sexy

make art, not war

Fotos da visita aos EU - mostly by mariana*click on pics to enlarge - NEW YORK-

mãos que sabem..o que se sente

My grandfathers dream came true, and this is the (sweedish) symbol of it all

alguem no cd "festa dos Deuses" de Hermeto Pascoal

“Três coisas p’ra mim no mundo valem bem mais que tudo o resto...
para defender qualquer delas eu mostro o quanto presto

É o Gesto é o Grito é o Passo
É o Grito é o Passo é o Gesto


O Gesto é a voz do proibido
Escrita sem deixar traço

Chama ordena empurra assusta, vai longe com pouco espaço..

É o Passo é o Gesto é o Grito
é o Gesto é o Grito é o Passo


O Passo começa o voo que vai do chão pró infinito
P’ra mim que amo estrada aberta quem prende o passo é um dito(?)

É o Grito é o Passo é o Gesto
É o Passo é o Gesto é o Grito

O grito explode o protesto se a boca já não dá espaço que guarde o que há para ser dito

É o Grito é o Passo é o Gesto
É o Gesto é o Grito é o Passo é o Passo é o Passo é o Gesto é o Grito”

off

I inhale, and the smoke, blue and grey inhales me back.
My head is being kicked from the inside by boots full of metal and I’m sitting on the floor.
It took me ages to walk up the stairs. Maybe that is why I said yes so promptly, to sedate the pains or emotional contratempos that prevent me from traveling in regular ways.
And I giggle, and it is a silly giggle, (I’m thinking about how big heads on screens always remind me of Shinned O’Connor however different they in fact are) followed by a few more giggles, soon I apologise. R. is beside me, her serenity contrasts with the tears in the corner of her sweet eyes, looking at her uncle, the one that passed away several months ago, on tv.

Goodbye dear R. I’m off now, alone, to see a film I already know is bad. But whatever. It is not like there is much more I can do.
And then now I feel I am myself in a film (now, not generally at all) a foreign film without subtitles and without a point, most importantly without me being expected to be there in the first place.
In the train there's a man looking very solemn with a golden mast holding a Portuguese flag, big enough to cover a truck.

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When both my legs are well…I shall run so fast that green leaves on the trees will fall, so so fast and far that when I stop, I won’t know where I am. And there I’ll dance like Jennifer Beals in flash-dance(hum…), swirling and jumping about, and I’ll score a goal and keep another from being scored, and ride my bike near the sea…I’ll get on a bus to far away where I can’t speak the language, and by then it will be my birthday hopefully.

“If you leave me I will kill you”
“If you leave Me…I will kill you and then I will kill myself”

“god doesn’t exist”

“the most dangerous thing to want is more”

It was a lousy film, with a few good things about it. Namely it not following the cliché pattern I thought it would at some point. I thought the brother would condemn her for doing “works of the devil“ with his sister, not for having the power to seduce him…and the soundtrack is pretty great (Goldfrapps' "lovely head", Edith piaffs' "La foule" God...), and some of the images, but it was still quite bad a film. It is true what someone said about it, you really don’t get or give a shit about what happens to the characters after the film ends and damn“there is no there there”.

(to be continued…)