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segunda-feira, 21 de abril de 2008

Björk - Hyperballad

"We live in a mountain
Right at the top
There's a beautiful view
from the top of the mountain
every morning I walk towards the edge
and throw little things off"

The Smiths - Handsome Devil

Only echoes passing through the night...

Eu penso,
Tu pensas,
Nós pensamos,
Eles pensam...
Dores de cabeça, 
e nada se resolve.

Afinal, porque não abalar a paz precária?
A precariedade pressupõe abalos... sísmicos, cósmicos, rítmicos...
E porque não implosões?
Você que se exploda!
Eu que me imploda!
Os nossos novos pedacinhos podem fazer mais sentido.
Amém.

domingo, 20 de abril de 2008

The Whitest Boy! Golden Cage!

Thanks to the sweetest monster researcher!

Less

It was snowing inside, and all her blankets were gone.
All that ice on her flesh made her skin turn into purple.
Her mouth was dry.
Her head was aching.
Her body was trembling.
She could pike her disguise.
Where was the Justice League when sewerage rats decided to bit Wonder Woman?
Maybe she had lost her radio transmission, excited with the possibility of immortality.
They lost control, they definitely lost control again!


  

segunda-feira, 14 de abril de 2008

Mas no fim das contas...

... a gente mais do que se diverte... Ou vai dizer que não?
Olha o link abaixo que sensacional: Transmusicales de Rennes by Etienne de Crecy

domingo, 13 de abril de 2008

Just another day on Earth

When it feels better to hang upside down at my batcave.
Close my wings and shot my eyes as if there was no daylight.
I'm just taking advantage from a day in which silence and loneliness is a choice once I'm not obliged to see humans beings.

A dear beloved friend once has told me: "I don't exist when you cannot see me". She might have forgotten about the power of memories. But I must agree that this feels like a recharging spot. Where I can just pretend that I don't exist in this form, make a trip to my subconscious, forget gravity, morality, economy and time... Pretend to be a selfish hedonist, fly to drink blood from some fresh skin and wake up revitalized. I bet Cleopatra used to do that, lying down at the centre of her pyramid as if it was the centre of the Universe. Here at Gothan all we have are caves where I cheer for the moon to come and get into my window to praise me. For her I would open my eyes, have my thoughts enlighten and my skin tanned. 

All my best for you, humanity, but keep it for Moonday. For Today, just as you are, I'm a heck of a bad company.

(Quotes from Nephelim)

sábado, 12 de abril de 2008

Será que um dia alguém explica?

Porque se perde tanto tempo enquanto que as conclusões já deveriam ter sido tomadas? Chega a ser triste, ver anos por água a baixo. Que racionalidade será essa? Que destrói o que se levou muito tempo para construir. Parece mesmo uma guerra. E eu assumo que me canso. O senso de desperdício corta o peito, por deixar de levar em conta um trabalho que não deveria ser tomado em vão. O senso de impotência irrita, solto um berro no asfalto em uma tentativa inócua de calar a multidão.

Vago solitária por mais um dia nas noites sujas...
Para acalmar a mente, finjo ser qualquer tola sem direção...

Mas é isso aí, somos todos diferentes, para o bem comum, para a evolução...

Ainda assim eu rezo para que um dia nossos caminhos se cruzem, 
que os caminhos se cruzem...
e possamos perceber o quão idiotas fomos em lidar com coisas simples...
Que os caminhos se cruzem, que os caminhos se cruzem...
e possamos perceber que lindo e rico é todo nosso potencial conjunto...

Que os caminhos se cruzem, mas só quando for o tempo.. sendo assim, até então!
At least "the birds are singing to calm us down..."
At least "the birds are singing to calm us down... "
At least...."the birds are singing....
(quotes from Laura Mariling - My manic and I)

sexta-feira, 11 de abril de 2008

Laura Marling - My Manic And I

21122012

It's The End Of The World As We Know It... And I Feel Fine...rs... (R.E.M.)

terça-feira, 8 de abril de 2008

Wanderlust

Esse vôo é imperdível! Obrigada a Bela que me mostrou!
Clica aí! É o último clipe da Björk.

http://media.ghostrobot.net/7020_wanderlust.html

"Wanderlust! relentlessly craving
Wanderlust! peel off the layers
Until we get to the core
Did I imagine it would be like this?
Was it something like this I wished for?
Or will I want more?
Lust for comfort
Suffocates the soul
Relentless restlessness
Liberates me (sets me free)
I feel at home
Whenever the unknown surrounds me
I receive its embrace
Aboard my floating house"

Lyrics and link from Björk clip Wanderlust

Naive


Some people have developed the hability to not trust even on their own shadow.

My self would consider this a paranoid reaction. Even though I might seam really naive...

But my day has only 24 minutes, one year passes by every week, there is no time to be paranoid. Distrustful actions are just an unavoidable part of it. 

Cheer up paranoid androids! Mathematics shows it's an undeniable receipt: once unpreventable, we just have to figure out how pleasant the shadows could be. Someone said everything has two opposite sides. You should like one of these. 

So roll the coin, burn the witch, throw them to the lions or even embrace in your heart the things you hate at the top of your list! It is your choice to self destroy or rebuild.

Wise beings are able to mutate, regenerate, rethink. That shall be the real beauty, the real luv, the Real Thing. 

segunda-feira, 7 de abril de 2008

Pleasure Delayer


Have you ever met for the first time someone you already know?
Have you ever felt there is no need to rush?

"Whatever people say I am, that's what I'm not"


What I want is finally known,
so I search the best way.
What I reach is not necessary the true,
even though I keep trying to avoid big mistakes.
But it is ok, f*ck u!
My path doesn't feel so lonely anymore.
A whole Army is set to fight,
and those soldiers are all under my control.
Each muscle is ready to hit.
Every eye is ready to shot.
Bring yours to the battlefield,
I bet you won't be asking for more. 

Title from Artic Monkeys' album

People Are Strange

sábado, 5 de abril de 2008

Lycanthropy



Wolves have broken into my dreams...

I could hear their holw, even though I knew they were kilometres away.

They were calling me to the deepest parts of my brain... 

Yell wolves!! Yell out loud!!

Take me deep to my underground!