cenas de verão... reviver o "K&D Sessions" dos Kruder Dorfmeister e divagar por sites de fotografia... carpe diem















merci, monsieur Jean :)

.
Mogwai Take me somwhere nice

"Ghosts in the photograph
never lie'd to me.

I'd be all of that
I'd be all of that.

A false memory
would be everything."




para as pessoas ausentes.

Sous Le Sable François Ozon








o tema principal do filme... "Undenied" by Portishead

Dolls Takeshi Kitano







mitos ancestrais povoam-se de mistério. uma etérea intemporalidade faz germinar as raízes, aéreas, que povoam os locias reconditos do pensamento, definidos por uma aura de transcendência... rumos que se cruzam, e que não são mais do que folhas que esvoaçam, subtilmente... as auroras surgem, douradas, invocando o mais ínfimo desígnio da simplicidade.
o vento é tão simples, e não deixa de arrastar as mais secretas maresias...

Otesánek de Jan Svankmajer



"Quando um homem leva para casa um tronco de madeira com a forma de um bebé recém nascido, a sua mulher assume uma gravidez inexistente. Passados nove meses, o tronco de madeira ganha vida. Mas o que parecia um sonho vai transformar-se num horrível pesadelo. Milos Forman diz que o realizador Svankmajer é uma mistura explosiva de Walt Disney com Luis Buñuel. Tim Burton e Terry Gilliam veneram-no. O New York Times diz que “Otesánek” compete com “O exorcista”, “Eraserhead” e “Rosemary’s baby”. "

in www.zeroemcomportamento.org

(Siga esta) Estrela

julgo ter nascido hoje
ontem não me vi passar
julgo ter nascido agora
mesmo agora quando eu te vi

(e agora eu ...)
eu tenho uma estrela
para me guiar tão clara
para me guiar no escuro
para me ensinar a vir e a ir
e vir e a ir e vir

pelas frinchas das cortinas
entra o sol pela manhã
estendido na minha cama
julgo que hoje o sol dormiu aqui

(e agora eu ....)
eu tenho uma estrela
para me guiar tão clara
para me guiar no escuro
para me ensinar a vir e a ir
e vir e a ir e vir

eu tenho uma estrela
para me guiar tão clara
para me guiar no escuro
para me ensinar a ir e vir
e a ir e vir e a ir e vir.


by Um Zero Amarelo

"i feel afraid and i call your name
i love your voice and your dance insane
i hear your words and i know your pain
your head in your hands and her kiss on the lips of another
your eyes to the ground
and the world spinning round forever

asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over"

Dream Brother by Jeff Buckley

GodspeedYou!BlackEmperor

Amateur Hal Hartley





THOMAS: How was your date?
ISABELLE: I think there’s something wrong with me.
(THOMAS closes the magazine and throws it down on the floor)
THOMAS: How long has it been since you left the convent, Isabelle?
ISABELLE: Ten months.
THOMAS: How long were you a Nun?
ISABELLE: Fifteen years.
THOMAS: That’s a long time.
ISABELLE: When I make mistakes, they tend to be big ones.
THOMAS: Were you always religious?
ISABELLE: No (She lights a cigarette and comes into the bathroom)
When I was a girl I wasted a lot of time writing bad poetry about being lonely and too fat.
THOMAS: You were fat, huh?
ISABELLE: Not so fat. But I was ugly (Pauses...) Well anyway, it was around that time that the Virgin Mary began appearing to me.
THOMAS: (Uncertain) Pardon Me?
ISABELLE: It’s true. She appeared to me three times in one year.
THOMAS: (washing his chest) And what did she say?
ISABELLE: She said I shouldn't become a nun.
THOMAS: Why?
ISABELLE: Because I am a nymphomaniac.
THOMAS: What?
ISABELLE: It’s true.
THOMAS: You don’t look like one.
ISABELLE: Like a nymphomaniac?
THOMAS: Yeah.
ISABELLE: How would you know?
(She’s got a point and THOMAS considers it as ISABELLE sits)
But I lied. I told the priest God wanted me to join the order and become a nun.
THOMAS: After all that?
ISABELLE: Well I was scared.
THOMAS: Of what?
ISABELLE: I was scared of what I knew God had planned for me.
THOMAS: God had planned something for you, huh?
ISABELLE: Yes. I didn’t know what yet. The Virgin didn’t tell me that. But she did say it’s going to be difficult. It’s going to hurt. And I need to be out in the world to do it. Not in a convent. I was seventeen. I was scared. So I lied. I lied for fifteen years. I lied until I couldn’t bear it any longer.
THOMAS: (Impressed) Shit.
ISABELLE: (Thoughtful for a moment) Will you make love to me?
THOMAS: When?
ISABELLE: When you finish your bath.
THOMAS: Why me?
ISABELLE: Why not you?
THOMAS: Well, you don’t know me. You don’t even know my name.
ISABELLE: You don’t know your name either.
THOMAS: Have you ever had sex?
ISABELLE: No.
THOMAS: How can you be a nymphomaniac and never had sex?
ISABELLE: (Smokes...considers this) I’m choosy.

© Hal Hartley AMATEUR 1994

Francis Bacon





Caged.

Play Dead

darling, stop confusing me
with your wishful thinking
hopeful embraces
don't you understand?
i have to go through this
i belong to here
where no-one cares and no-one loves
no light no air to live in
a place called hate
the city of fear

i play dead : it stops the hurting
i play dead : and the hurt stops

it's sometimes just like sleeping
curling up inside my private tortures
i nestle into pain
hug suffering - caress every ache

i play dead : it stops the hurting

Desired Constellation

it's tricky when you feel
that someone has done something on your behalf

it's slippery when
your sense of justice
murmurs underneath
and it's asking

how am i going to make it right?
how am i going to make it right?

with a palm full of stars
i throw them like dice
repeatedly, repeatedly
on the table

i throw them on the table
until the desired constellation appears

how am i going to make it right?
how am i going to make it right?
how am i going to make it right?
how am i going to make it right?

and you're asking you
how am i going to make it right?
how am i going to make it right?

repeatedly

repeatedly

you're asking yourself
repeatedly...

procurem uma musica de Craig Armstrong chamada "Wake up in new york"... Há algo de transcendente nela.. pelo menos, eu vou adormecer com os ouvidos adocicados pelas suas sonoridades repletas de simplicidade...

para o Lobo das cassiopeias, porque me deu um pedaço de lua...

para as almanas...



"gruta azul - Capri" by Nan Goldin


"De todos os cantos do mundo,
amo com um amor mais forte e mais profundo
aquela praia extasiada e nua,
onde me uni ao mar, ao vento e à lua..."


Sophia de Mello Breyner

esta, vai invariavelmente para a Star...
Sabes, o sal percorreu-me qd t ofereci um pouco da "Joga" e te senti tao presente, entre labaredas, violoncelos e gritos de alma...