segunda-feira, dezembro 22, 2003
Durante uns dias (semanas?!) o blog vai ficar em stand-by... É tempo de me agarrar às rabanadas 
(nham nham), aos chocolates e a todos aqueles doces que me fazem salivar!
Desejo-vos um Natal repleto de Felicidade...
quinta-feira, dezembro 18, 2003
Picada daqui.
quarta-feira, dezembro 17, 2003
Se ao menos encontrasse uma saÃda...
Outras vezes sinto-me a rodar sem saber quando parar... nem onde parar... e parar para quê?
Às vezes não sei que caminho escolher...
Às vezes sinto-me Ãnfima e perdida.
terça-feira, dezembro 16, 2003
Chove. É dia de Natal.
Lá para o Norte é melhor:
Há a neve que faz mal,
E o frio que ainda é pior.
E toda a gente é contente
Porque é dia de o ficar.
Chove no Natal presente.
Antes isso que nevar.
Pois apesar de ser esse
O Natal da convenção,
Quando o corpo me arrefece
Tenho o frio e Natal não.
Deixo sentir a quem a quadra
E o Natal a quem o fez,
Pois se escrevo ainda outra quadra
Fico gelado dos pés.
Fernando Pessoa
segunda-feira, dezembro 15, 2003
You have an entrancing kiss~ the kind that leaves
your partner bedazzled and maybe even feeling
he/she is dreaming. Quite effective; the kiss
that never lessens and always blows your
partner away like the first time.
What kind of kiss are you?
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"Pulp Fiction"! Inovador, imaginativo,
inteligente. Da gosto conhecer-te!
Se fosses um filme, que filme serias?
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O meu amor
Tem um jeito manso que é só seu
E que me deixa louca
Quando me beija a boca
A minha pele toda fica arrepiada
E me beija com calma e fundo
Até minh'alma se sentir beijada, ai...
O meu amor
Tem um jeito manso que é só seu
Que rouba os meus sentidos
Viola os meus ouvidos
Com tantos segredos lindos e indecentes
Depois brinca comigo
Ri do meu umbigo
E me crava os dentes, ai...
Eu sou sua menina, viu?
E ele é o meu rapaz
Meu corpo é testemunha
Do bem que ele me faz...
O meu amor
Tem um jeito manso que é só seu
De me deixar maluca
Quando me roça a nuca
E quase me machuca com a barba malfeita
E de pousar as coxas entre as minhas coxas
Quando ele se deita, ai...
O meu amor
tem um jeito manso que é só seu
De me fazer rodeios,
de me beijar os seios
Me beijar o ventre
e me deixar em brasa
Desfruta do meu corpo como se o meu corpo
Fosse a sua casa, ai...
Eu sou sua menina, viu?
E ele é o meu rapaz
Meu corpo é testemunha do bem que ele me faz
O meu amor...
Cristina Branco (Chico Buarque)
Foto retirada do clip "Foolish Games".
A minha cantora de eleição. Pela força, pela garra, pela magia, pelo talento...
You took your coat off and stood in the rain,
You were always crazy like that
I watched from my window,
always felt I was outside looking in on you
You were always the mysterious one
with dark eyes and careless hair,
You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care
Then you stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
besides some comment on the weather
Well in case you failed to notice,
In case you failed to see,
This is my heart bleeding before you,
This is me down on my knees
CHORUS: These foolish games are tearing me apart
Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart
You're breaking my heart
You were always brilliant in the morning
Smoking your cigarettes, talking over coffee
You philosophies on art, Baroque moved you,
You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones
As I clumsily strummed my guitar
You'd teach me of honest things
Things that were daring, things that were clean
Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean
So I hid my soiled hands behind my back
Somewhere along the line I must've gone off track with you
Excuse me, think I've mistaken you for somebody else
Somebody who gave a damn,
Somebody more like myself
CHORUS
You took your coat off and stood in the rain
you were always crazy like that...
Jewel
sexta-feira, dezembro 12, 2003
quinta-feira, dezembro 11, 2003
dizem que a paixão o conheceu
mas hoje vive escondido nuns óculos escuros
senta-se no estremecer da noite enumera
o que lhe sobejou do adolescente rosto
turvo pela ligeira náusea da velhice
conhece a solidão de quem permanece acordado
quase sempre estendido ao lado do sono
pressente o suave esvoaçar da idade
ergue-se para o espelho
que lhe devolve um sorriso tamanho do medo
dizem que vive na transparência do sonho
à beira-mar envelheceu vagarosamente
sem que nenhuma ternura nenhuma alegria
nunhum ofÃcio cantante
o tenha convencido a permanecer entre os vivos
Al Berto
para te manteres vivo - todas as manhãs
arrumas a casa sacodes tapetes limpas o pó e
o mesmo fazes com a alma - puxas-lhe brilho
regas o coração e o grande feto verde-granulado
deixas o verão deslizar de mansinho
para o cobre luminoso do outono e
às primeiras chuvadas recomeças a escrever
como se em ti fertilizasses uma terra generosa
cansada de pousio - uma terra
necessitada de águas de sons de afectos para
intensificar o esplendor do teu firmamento
passa um bando de andorinhões rente à janela
sobrevoam o rosto que surge do mar - crepúsculo
donde se soltaram as abelhas incompreensÃveis
da memória
luzeiros marinhos sobre a pele - peixes
que se enforcam com a corda de noctilucos
estendida nesta mudança de estação
HORTO DE INCÊNDIO, ASS�RIO & ALVIM,1997, 2ª EDIÇÃO, P. 52
quarta-feira, dezembro 10, 2003
Deito-me ao teu lado. Esta noite não existirão sonhos maus, com mortos, sangue, suor e lágrimas.
Esta noite haverá apenas a tua pele encostada à minha e o teu cheiro bom nas minhas narinas.
Esta noite estaremos aninhados um no outro, como duas colheres na gaveta dos talheres e amanhã poderei enfim partir com o teu rosto puro gravado na retina do meu olhar.
In no arame
A coisa mais injusta sobre a vida é a maneira como ela termina. Eu acho que o verdadeiro ciclo da vida está todo de trás para a frente. DeverÃamos morrer primeiro, livrarmo-nos logo disso. Depois viver num asilo, até ser expulso por estar muito novo. Ganhar um relógio de ouro e ir trabalhar. Trabalhar 40 anos até ficar novo o bastante para poder aproveitar a reforma. A seguir aproveitar tudo, beber bastante álcool, fazer festas e preparar para a faculdade. Ir para o colégio, ter várias namoradas, ser criança, não ter responsabilidades, ser um bebézinho de colo, voltar para o útero da mãe, passar os últimos nove meses de vida flutuando....E terminar tudo com um óptimo orgasmo!!! Não seria perfeito?
Charlie Chaplin
Afinal não resisti e lá fiz mais um teste...Enfim... Nada de novo... Mas os meus gostos não são assim tão cor de rosa...
I'm sure it's no big surprise to you that your
romance is The Princess Bride. A heartwarming
tale of "Twue Wuve" that has giants,
Spainards and swashbuckling. You really do
think that love can overcome anything. You may
be a touch naive but your heart is certainly in
the right place. You've probably got one of
those relationships where proper nouns have
been replaced with "Snookums" and
"Pookie Pie". Eww. Beware a cuteness
overload.
What Romance Movie Best Represents Your Love Life?
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É a isto que se chama ser quadrado!!
terça-feira, dezembro 09, 2003
E não é que ninguém se decide a estrear o meu 'guestbook'? :(
(in a cafe. Fairly busy, many people)
(Group of three men and three women, having a discussion in German)
(Two men, playing cards, talking about work, or friends -- common, heartfelt discussion)
(Two older men, both with beards. One is speaking very slowly, deliberately, in German. The other is simply listening)
(Woman sitting alone, reading a book, a finished coffee by her side)
(A man and woman, obviously having been together for a long time. He is fidgety, she is playing with her pie with a fork, bored)
Man: I really think this is a civilization in decline. Look at the service. I mean, where is the waitress? In New York, this person would be out of a job. (looks around for the waitress)
(Two men and a woman, all roughly middle-aged, talking, joking, in reasonably good spirits)
(Céline and Jesse sitting at a table, with platters from coffee on the table in front of them, finished)
Céline: Okay, now I'm going to call my best friend in Paris, who I'm supposed to have lunch with in 8 hours. Okay?
Jesse: (Nods) okay.
Céline: (with her hands mimicking a telephone, lifting it off the base, and putting it to her ear) Dring-Dring. Dring-Dring. Dring-Dring. Pick up!
Jesse: What?
Céline: Pick up the phone.
Jesse: (also mimics a phone with his hand, puts it up to his ear) Oh, hello?
Céline: Àllo?
Jesse: MmHmm.
Céline: Vanie? Ici Lina.
Jesse: Ahh...
Céline: Comment ça va?
Jesse: (wide open eyes, then recognition) Ah, bien, et toi?
Céline: Vanie, ma vacation est incroyable!
Jesse: Ahhh... you - a- I- you know, I've been working on my English, recently, would you want to talk in English?
Céline: Yeah, okay, that's a good idea. Ummm... I don't think I'm gonna be able to make it for lunch today, I'm sorry. I... I met a guy on the train, and I got off with him in Vienna. We're still there.
Jesse: ARE-YOU-CRAZY?
Céline: Probably.
Jesse: We.. wa.. he's Austrian, he's from there?
Céline: N-n-n-n-no. He's passing through here too. He's American. He's going back home tomorrow morning.
Jesse: (mocking a shocked expression) Why'd you get off the train with him?
Céline: Well... he convinced me. Well, actually I was (smiles) I was ready to get off the train with him after talking to him a short while. He was so sweet, I couldn't help it. (softly) We were in the lounge car, and he began to talk about him, as a little boy, seeing his great-grandmother's ghost. I think that's when I fell for him. Just the idea of this little boy with all those beautiful dreams. (emphatically) He trapped me.
Jesse: MmHmm.
Céline: And he's so cute! He has beautiful blue eyes, (he closes his eyes) nice big lips, (back-pouts his mouth), greasy hair, (she laughs) I love it. He's kind of tall, and a little clumsy. (softly) I like to feel his eyes on me when I look away. (smiling) He kind of kisses like an adolescent, its so cute.
Jesse: What?
Céline: Yeah, we kissed. It was so adorable. As the night went on, I began to like him more and more. But I'm afraid he's scared of me. You know, I told him the story about the woman that kills her ex-boyfriend, and stuff. He must be scared to death. (Jesse begins to shake his head, slowly) He must be thinking I'm this manipulative, mean woman. I just hope he doesn't feel that way about me, because you know me, I'm the most harmless person. The only person I could really hurt is myself.
Jesse: I don't think he's scared of you. I think he's crazy about you.
Céline: Really?
Jesse: I mean, I've known you a long time, and I got a good feeling. You gonna see him again?
Céline: We haven't talked about that yet. (pause -- hangs up 'phone') Okay its your turn. You call your friend.
Jesse: Uh...
Céline: Okay?
Jesse: (Hangs up phone, too) Alright, alright. Umm... (thinks) Uh, (picks up 'phone', puts to ear) Bring-Bring-Bring. Uh, I usually get this guys answering machine. Brawwwwwwng.
Céline: (picks up 'phone', mimics American accent) HI DUDE! WHAT'S UP?
Jesse: Uhhhh... Hey Frank, how you been? Glad you're home.
Céline: Cool. Yeah. So, how was Madrid?
Jesse: Uh, Madrid... sucked! You know, Lisa and I had our long-overdue meltdown.
Céline: Oh. Too bad. I told you, no?
Jesse: Yeah, yeah, yeah. The long-distance thing just never works. I was only in Madrid for a couple of days. I got a cheaper flight, out of Vienna... but, uh, you know, it really wasn't that much cheaper. I just, uh... I couldn't go home right away. I didn't want to see anybody I knew, I just wanted to be a ghost. Completely anonymous.
Céline: So are you okay, now?
Jesse: Yeah. Yeah, no, no, yeah, I'm great, I'm great! That's the thing, I'm... I'm rapturous. And I'll tell you why. I met somebody. On my last night in Europe, can you believe that?
Céline: Ah, That's incredible.
Jesse: I know, I know. And you know how they say we're all each others' demons and angels? Well, she was literally a Botticelli angel. Just telling me that everything was gonna be okay.
Céline: How did you meet?
Jesse: On the train. Yeah, she was sitting next to this very weird couple who started fighting so she had to move. She sat right across the aisle from me. So, we started to talk, and, uh, she didn't like me much at first. She's super smart, very passionate, um... and beautiful. And I was so unsure of myself. I thought everything I said sounded so stupid.
Céline: Oh, man, I wouldn't worry about that.
Jesse: No...
Céline: No, I'm sure she was not judging you. No... And by the way, she sat next to you, no? I'm sure she did it on purpose.
Jesse: Oh, Yeah?
Céline: Yeah. Us men are so stupid. We don't understand anything about women.
Jesse: MmMmm.
Céline: They act kind of strange. The little I know of them. Don't they?
Jesse: Yeah.
O Filme... Uma história que me deixou colada à tv pela simplicidade, pelos excelentes actores, pela paixão... De como dois actores enchem o ecrãn durante hora e meia... De como as 'coisas' simples são sempre as melhores...
Um dos preferidos...
Nunca mais faço testes... Tinha uma dúvida. E tinha também a resposta. Mas, como a resposta não me agradava nada, decidi perguntar ao oráculo! (estava mesmo em desespero, admito!...) E não é que entre as possibilidades de passar o fim de semana a passear com o namorado ou passá-lo a trabalhar, o oráculo me manda trabalhar... Arghhhhh Grrrrr É que nunca, mesmo NUNCA mais faço um teste deste tipo... Ó vida triste... tenho mesmo que trabalhar, está visto...
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Cada dia é mais evidente que partimos,
Sem nenhum possÃvel regresso no que fomos,
Cada dia as horas se despem mais do alimento:
Não há saudade nem terror que baste.
Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen
Sheets of empty canvas.
Untouched sheets of clay were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul. As the earth to the sun.
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn.
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything.
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore.
And now my bitter hands shade beneath the clouds of what was everything.
All the pictures have all been washed in black. Tattooed every day.
I take a walk outside. I'm surrounded by some kids at play.
Oh, I can feel their laughter. Oh, so why do I sear?
Ooh, and twisted thoughts that spin around my head.
I'm spinning. Oh, I'm spinning.
How quick the sun can drop away.
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass of what was everything.
All the pictures have all been washed in black. Tattooed everything.
All the love gone bad turned my world to black.
Tattooed all I see. All that I am. All I'll be. Yeah.
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life.
I know you'll be a star in somebody else's sky but why, why, why can't it be, oh, can't it be mine?
Pearl Jam
Pachos na testa, terço na mão,
uma botija, chá de limao
Zaragatoas, vinho com mel,
três aspirinas, creme na pele
Grito de medo, chama a mulher:
Ai Lurdes Lurdes que vou morrer!
Mede-me a febre, vê-me a goela,
cala os miúdos, fecha a janela.
Nao quero canja, nem a salada,
Ai Lurdes, Lurdes, nao vales nada!
Se tu sonhasses como me sinto,
já vejo a morte nunca te minto.
Já vejo o inferno, chamas, diabos,
anjos estranhos, cornos e rabos
Vejo demónios nas suas danças
tigres sem listras, bodes sem tranças
Choros de coruja, risos de grilo
Ai Lurdes, Lurdes fica comigo
Não é o pingo de uma torneira,
Põe-me a Santinha na cabeceira
Compõe-me a colcha, fala ao prior,
pousa o Jesus no cobertor.
Chama o Doutor, passa a chamada,
Ai Lurdes, Lurdes nem dás por nada!
Faz-me tisanas e pão de ló,
não te levantes que fico só
Aqui sozinho a apodrecer,
Ai Lurdes, Lurdes que vou morrer!
António Lobo Antunes
O meu programa de televisão favorito. Pela simplicidade, pela realidade e, especialmente, pela luz...
I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight
I've never seen you shine so bright
I've never seen so many men ask you if you wanted to dance
Looking for a little romance
Given half a chance
I have never seen that dress you're wearing
Or the highlights in your hair that catch your eyes
I have been blind
The Lady in red
Is dancing with me
Cheek to cheek
There's nobody here
It's just you and me
It's where I want to be
And I hardly know there's beauty by my side
I'll never forget the way you look tonight
I've never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight
I've never seen you shine so bright
You were amazing
I've never seen so many people want to be there by your side
And when you turned to me and smiled ,
It took my breath away
I have never had such a feeling
Such a feeling of complete and utter love as I do tonight
The Lady in red
Is dancing with me
Cheek to cheek
There's nobody here
It's just you and me
It's where I want to be
And I hardly know there's beauty by my side
I'll never forget the way you look tonight
I never will forget the way you look tonight
The lady in red
The lady in red
The lady in red
My lady in red
I love you
Chris DeBurgh
sexta-feira, dezembro 05, 2003
Secretly
porque todos temos segredos...