terça-feira, 31 de dezembro de 2013

y#651

"Oh, I'm still living
At the old address
And I'm waiting on the weather
That I know will pass..."

y#650

Willkommen zurück MI! :)

"I'm so glad I've found this
I'm so glad I did..."

segunda-feira, 30 de dezembro de 2013

y#649

"In order to get what you want done, you must fight for everyone
In order to get to what you needed, you spend time and nothing much

And the moral is you live and learn"

sábado, 28 de dezembro de 2013

y#648

"Say you want me, say it loud
Take the smoke in, let it out
Where we're going, what's to find
Can I help you? Can I try?

And I want to say I'm on my way
But I can't find that peace of mind..."

sexta-feira, 27 de dezembro de 2013

quinta-feira, 26 de dezembro de 2013

y#645

"Can you tell me why?
Can you tell me how?
What you've told me million times before..."

sexta-feira, 13 de dezembro de 2013

y#643

"Listen to this song
I want you to know it's how I feel
Tell me that I am wrong
Even if you say it
I don't care"

quinta-feira, 12 de dezembro de 2013

y#642

"Now I thought about what I wanna say
But I never really know where to go
So I chained myself to a friend
Cause I know it unlocks like a door..."

F#795

"Porque as vezes,
o amor,
o verdadeiro,
precisa de um abrigo...

Para se proteger deste mundo atroz!

Mas so ate a tempestade passar.

Porque o amor,
verdadeiro,
precisa de ser livre.
Senao nao (se) vive"



Parabens! Aos dois.
Obrigado pela honra.











quarta-feira, 11 de dezembro de 2013

y#641

"But its not the way you can't afford your time
Or the envy of the friends you've left behind
So whenever you go they can have everything you lose
Is this it? This is it"

F#794

Dont be afraid....



segunda-feira, 9 de dezembro de 2013

domingo, 8 de dezembro de 2013

y#639

"Anthony Knivet (1560-1649) was an english explorer who joined Sir Thomas Cavendish to the seas around the globe and was left sick on a brazilian island. First captured by natives and then sold as a slave to portuguese settlers. He escaped to Congo and Angola and was then forced back into portuguese hands on the Brazilian coast, in order to collect artillery pieces from a shipwreck, he was the first man using a diving armor. Later on, in Lisbon he was set free and started writing his memoir “The Admirable Adventures and Strange Fortunes of…”.)
This debut from First Breath After Coma was set as a chronological soundtrack to his journey.
"

y#638

My Mind Was a Fog... My Heart Became a Bomb.
Then the Quiet Explosion, Turning Into Tiny Particles... Floating Through Empty Space.
Like a Valley with No Echo, Holding Your Absence.
Shored Against the Ruins… Drowning in Ten Directions, I Could Hear the Water at the Edge of All Things.
In the Middle of This Nowhere, Hope Becomes a Loss.
(Tres Dominé)

quinta-feira, 5 de dezembro de 2013

F#789

"watch my back so i'll make sure
you're right behind me as before
yesterday the night before tomorrow"






F#788

" you dont have a clue,

what it is like,

to be next to you..."





quarta-feira, 4 de dezembro de 2013

y#637

"Every house not a home but dare do I roam
There's a light on the porch here for someone..."

y#636

"I'm afraid that nothing lasts,
nothing lasts long enough..."

y#635

"If I die tonight, bury me
In my favorite yellow patent leather shoes
With a mummified cat and a cone-like hat
That the caliphate forced on the Jews
Can you feel my heartbeat?
Can you feel my heartbeat?"

F#787

"...something entirely beyond thought...."


"A climber climbs
with his guts
his brains
his soul
and his feet"

A world that is all up, up and up!"


"The air is getting thinner and thinner.
At such heights when you are lacking oxygen,
you may think you're normal...but you're not!
You are moving in a dream.A dream that deludes and debilitates..."





F#786

4-3-3.

Ao ataque...




y#634

"Ai, que eu estou a delirar
O que é que eu estou a inventar?
Não vos quis impressionar
São tudo fantasias que o cinema projectou no meu olhar
São as velhas profecias que o vidente deixou escrito para assustar..."

quinta-feira, 28 de novembro de 2013

F#784

O sonho comanda a vida,
e a vida da muitas voltas.

Sabe bem, as vezes,
passar  pela casa de partida.




F#783

"The time has come.

Let's try to balance on the roofs.

The city's shaking,

streetlights are turning red.

We believe in nothing,

our rage erupts into

brightest lightnings.

All I want:

is to stay with you.

Fly birdie, fly

Fly birdie, fly

There is no truth.

Fly birdie, fly "





quarta-feira, 27 de novembro de 2013

F#782

As if Ian Curtis has resurrected,

we present:


Noveau Velo!




F#781

Eles estavam cansados, de mais uma viagem...
Curta, mas que os obrigava a abandonar o seu Porto de abrigo. 
Mas cansados nao era tudo.

Ela, triste. Com uma nova cicatriz, feia, que jamais a vai deixar...
Ele irritado. Com uma cicatriz  feia, que ele jamais vai esquecer...

Com a casa as costas, caminharam, lentamente, para longe dali.  
Sem saberem ainda, que afinal, o destino de cada um afinal era o deles.

Ali, no cais, o tempo passa devagar...
E ela cansada, quer se sentar. 
No sitio onde a alma dele se afunda...

-Olha es portugues, nao es?-pergunta a medo.
-Sim, porque?- responde ele, com cara de poucos amigos.

Ela com medo, recua. Mas ele sem saber porque nao se afasta.
E como se de um pequeno gigante se tratasse, junta a casa dela a dele. E embarcam.
Novamente.

Na mais longa viagem da vida deles,
rumo a um futuro melhor.






"Standing at the punch table swallowing punch
can't pay attention to the sound of anyone
a little more stupid, a little more scared
every minute more unprepared

I made a mistake in my life today
everything I love gets lost in drawers
I want to start over, I want to be winning
way out of sync from the beginning

I wanna hurry home to you
put on a slow, dumb show for you
and crack you up
so you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
god I'm very, very frightening
I'll overdo it

Looking for somewhere to stand and stay
I leaned on the wall and the wall leaned away
Can I get a minute of not being nervous
and not thinking of my dick
My leg is sparkles, my leg is pins
I better get my shit together, better gather my shit in
You could drive a car through my head in five minutes
from one side of it to the other

I wanna hurry home to you
put on a slow, dumb show for you
and crack you up
so you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
god I'm very, very frightening
I'll overdo it.

You know I dreamed about you
for twenty-nine years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for
for twenty-nine years

You know I dreamed about you
for twenty-nine years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for
for twenty-nine years"


PARABENS Princesa!




terça-feira, 26 de novembro de 2013

F#780



"That's the end - and that's the start of it

That's the whole - and that's the part of it

That's the hide - and that's the heart of it

That's the long - and that's the short of it

That's the best - and that's the test in it

That's the doubt - doubt, not trust in it

That's the sight - and that's the sound of it

That's the gift - and that's the trick in it"



segunda-feira, 25 de novembro de 2013

F#779

Estaremos juntos,

enquanto a musica ecoar...

Nem que seja num cantinho, recondito...









quinta-feira, 21 de novembro de 2013

F#778

-Everything is happening...all the time, everywhere.
And our reality is tangled, in all other realities that aren't quite real, are they?- says the wise man.

-Is this as real as it can get...
this pain, this unrest, the uncertaibty of that everything that is always happening....
That HAS to be real, right?- replied the apprentice.

- Well, thats THE questions, thats your purpose. You have your whole life to figure that out....









quarta-feira, 20 de novembro de 2013

sábado, 16 de novembro de 2013

y#633

"Got on the train and I took a seat
Thought 'Why are these people all watching me?'
Caught my reflection in the subway car
Thought 'Look at you, whoever you are.'
I waited and I waited..."

quinta-feira, 14 de novembro de 2013

F#776

"As she walks in the room
Scented and tall
Hesitating once more
And as I take on myself
And the bitterness I felt
I realise that love flows"









y#632

"Come so far, there's no going back
All this time, we've been running from it
And where we are, and where we're going to
We'll organise a sort of revolution..."

quarta-feira, 13 de novembro de 2013

F#775

"You sing for me my friend,
Brave and confident,
And there is comfort between your breaths,
And I use sense to help."





y#631

"I thought we'd overcome the worst of this (Time does nothing to help)
We found ourselves back where we started (Time does nothing but hurt)"

y#630

French Teen Idol strikes again!

segunda-feira, 11 de novembro de 2013

F#774

Todos somos pergerinos,
 nesta grande viagem.

Mas, 
o destino fica mais perto, quando nao caminhamos sozinhos...





"Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?"


Richard Bach



domingo, 10 de novembro de 2013

F#773

Pyracantha

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Pyracantha is a genus of thorny evergreen large shrubs in the family Rosaceae, with common names firethorn orpyracantha. 
They are native to an area extending from Southeast Europe east to Southeast Asia, resemble and are related to Cotoneaster
but have serrated leaf margins and numerous thorns (Cotoneaster is thornless).


Flowers
The plants reach up to 6 m (20 ft) tall. The seven species have white flowers and either red, orange, or yellow berries (more correctly pomes). 
The flowers are produced during late spring and early summer; the pomes develop from late summer, and mature in late autumn.


Berries
Pyracantha berries are mildly poisonous as they contain Cyanogenic glycosides and can cause mild gastro-intestinal problems;
 they are edible only when crushed and washed under running water. They have been made into jelly.



y#629

"Who are you talking to right now? Who is it you think you see?
...
You clearly don't know who you're talking to, so let me clue you in. I am not in danger... I Am The Danger.
A guy opens his door and gets shot and you think that of me? No. I am the one who knocks!"

~Walter White

sexta-feira, 8 de novembro de 2013

F#772

Naquele canto da sala, sentado, ele não está lá...

Como?



Olhar penetrante em dircção ao monitor.
A analisar padrões, de ondas cerebrais a velocidades supersónicas.
Como se de algo trivial se tratasse.
Como se nele algo fosse trivial.
E é essa trivialidade aparente que o expõe. 
A quem o conhece.


Porque quem o conhece sabe que ele não é ele...
Que aquele canto exerce nele um efeito nefasto, 
como se de um invisivel colete de forças o segurasse.. 

Por ora...naquele canto, 
ele é ele e não sou eu. 


Mas, por momentos a musica, 
sempre ela, 
liberta-o...

Mas,
antes que se liberte totalmente...
algo superior
a medo, 
o empurra de novo para canto. 


Ele incomoda-se, luta, 
ainda que momentaneamente. 

Mas ele sabe o que quer....
E sabe que ainda não é tempo...


Por ora, 

naquele canto ele é ele. 

Mas vou ser eu. 




sábado, 2 de novembro de 2013

F#771

-Dás me a mão?
-Para quê?-diz-lhe ela.
-Dás ou não?- diz-lhe ele, com aquela cara de quem  quer, mas não se consegue irritar.
-Tá bem- e sorri!
-Onde vamos?
-Já vais ver- murmura-lhe ele ao ouvido. Enquanto lhe beija a face livida, fria, no meio da multidão indiferente aquele momento mágico.
- Ao tempo que  queria fazer isto contigo...- sussurra, enquanto aperta a mão dela com ternura. Com a outra mão tira do bolso o scao de pele, já gasta.  
-Ohh! Que bonito...
-Espera. Dá me a outra mão. 
-As duas??? Para que?
-Dá me a mão, vá lá, -diz a sorrir-já falta pouco.
É então que ele, despeja na mão dela o precioso conteúdo do saco, que atravessou gerações de sonhadores.
-É feito de estrelas-diz orgulhoso
-Faz como eu. 

E os dois pegam no que resta do pó estelar e lançam sobre eles. E fica um brilho no ar que só eles conseguem ver

-Pensa num sitio lindo, e vamos...
-Como assim?-diz ela? Não te entendo.
-Não faz mal, pensa só no sítio mais bonito que conheces. Mas que tenha ondas. Ela ri-se.
-Vá lá, tem de ser rápido.

E eles desaparecem. Ali mesmo, no meio da multidão indeferente.

Dizem que foram felizes para sempre, mas não se sabe ao certo. Nunca mais ninguém os viu....




sexta-feira, 1 de novembro de 2013

F#770

Mais uma viagem,

nas asas deles...vermelhas!



F#769

Lido algures na internet, retrata a infância de um modo arrebatador.






"As regras de Futebol do tempo em que jogávamos futebol de rua, porque não havia "escolinhas de futebol"

1º- O gordo é sempre o Guarda-redes
2º-O jogo termina quando todos estão cansados
3º-Embora o jogo esteja 20 a 0, “quem marcar, ganha!!”
4º-Não há árbitro
5º-Só se marca falta se for muito claro, ou se sair alguém a chorar
6º-Não há fora-de-jogo
7º-Se o dono da bola se chateia…acaba o jogo
8º-Os melhores jogadores não podem jogar na mesma equipa e são eles que escolhem o resto da equipa
9º-Ser o último a ser escolhido é a maior humilhação
10º-Nos livres directos, a barreira vai estar sempre perto da bola
11º-A partida tem uma pausa quando passa um adulto ou uma senhora com um bebé
12ºA partida para quando a bola entra pelo vidro de alguma casa, café, carro…ou quando passa um camião, autocarro ou carro. Se for motas ou bicicletas…segue o jogo
13º-São inimigos eternos os jogadores do bairro mais perto
14º-Os que não sabem dar um pontapé na bola, são suplentes ou quanto muito…defesas
15º-Se chegam os mais velhos, temos que sair do campo, mas não, sem protestar primeiro
16º-Há sempre um vizinho que não te deixa jogar ou que ameaça que te fica com a bola
17º-Se se aposta alguma coisa, jogamos como se fosse uma final
18º As balizas são duas pedras, ou latas, mas vai haver sempre uma equipa que tem a baliza mais pequena
19ºQuando uma equipa marcar um golo de chapéu, a equipa adversária vai gritar sempre “FORA”( para que o golo não seja validado)
20ºOs foras são marcados com o pé e é possível atirar contra um adversário e seguir a jogada(foras “à cigano”)
21º- Num penalty, o gordo sai sempre da baliza e quem defende é o melhor jogador"




F#768

Baralha!


Volta a dar...





y#628

"I don't mind being lonely,
Won't you leave me alone?
Are you, oh, so holy,
That I'll never be good enough?

Don't care if I'm lonely,
Cause it feels like home.
I won't ever be holy,
Thank God I'm full of holes.

Full of holes."

quinta-feira, 31 de outubro de 2013

y#627

Medo
"O medo é uma forma de endireitares as costas. Ficas homem subitamente. Mulher subitamente. O medo é uma forma de endireitares as costas.
O medo é uma forma de fazer homens fortes, mulheres fortes.
Nada perturba mais o crescimento do que não ter medo: cresce com medo, menina; cresce com medo, menino!
Só cresço porque tenho medo, só me torno forte porque tenho medo, só me torno mau porque tive medo, só mato porque tive medo, só serei um homem porque tive medo, uma mulher porque tive medo. Assim se ensina na boa cidade, na velha cidade e no velho campo.
Mas não é o medo do que está à tua volta - porque isso pode matar ou não. Medo, sim, e muito, do que que está sentado em pleno meio de ti. Porque isso, sem dúvida, mata, acabará por te matar, não pode deixar de te matar. E está sentado, esse medo, bem sentado, em pleno meio de ti.
E não o tentes expulsar, não cometas esse erro: ele não pode sair de ti sem a tua companhia."

Gonçalo M. Tavares

F#767

-For Today?
-No!!! Are you crazy? Forever!
- Ohh, forever...hmm...ok! Let's roll!




F#766

So um bocadinho...ta quase perfeito. 


Sim?


quarta-feira, 30 de outubro de 2013

y#626

"Is this called living
Or something else...
By the morning I would've grown back..."

terça-feira, 29 de outubro de 2013

y#625

"I am just coming out of five years of night, and this orgy of violent lights gives me for the first time the impression of a new continent." ~ Albert Camus

y#624

"Can you hear me now
Silence yourself..."

sábado, 26 de outubro de 2013

y#623

Sycamore
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Sycamore is a name which is applied at various times and places to several different types of trees, but with somewhat similar leaf forms. In the original Greek, it would mean 'fig-mulberry'.

  • Ficus sycomorus, the sycamore (or sycomore) of the Bible; a species of fig, also called the sycamore fig or fig-mulberry, native to the Middle East and eastern Africa;
  • Acer pseudoplatanus, the sycamore of Britain and Ireland; a European maple tree, also called sycamore maple, great maple, or, the plane tree in Scotland;
  • Platanus, the sycamores of North America, known as planes in Europe.
 

    sexta-feira, 25 de outubro de 2013

    y#622

    "Caught up in the old fear (of)
    (My) sacred words
    I can't evolve
    Till it hurts
    (Between the walls)"

    quinta-feira, 24 de outubro de 2013

    F#764

    "For all of our youth
    We have craved them
    Their beauty and their truth"




    WE ARE LOUD LIKE LOVE!






    F#763

    Sabes que estas no bom caminho quando:

     -o teu pai te vem dizer adeus enquanto estas a espera do autocarro pro trabalho, num dia sol, num pais de chuva!









    segunda-feira, 21 de outubro de 2013

    F#761

    Dia de verao em epoca de exames....


    Entre um cigarro, uma ganza, um copo de uisque, 

    o desalento...a desistencia. Nao, comigo ninguem desiste!


    Uma noite em (quase) branco, 

    "if...then...else" .

    Exame...Stress!!!

    Acabou!Que'sa foda...fomos la!Tentar e mais que conseguir.
    Agora e (mais) putas e vinho verde! 
    Live fast die young....que a vida sao dois dias e um passamos a estudar!



    Fosse sempre assim e a nossa historia seria outra!



    Ha dias que pesam como anos!




    Grande grande abraco, companheiro de aventuras! E desculpa qq coisa...um gajo era (quem dera que ainda fosse) novo!



    "Its natural to be afraid, but fear is optional!"



    "Everybody Is A Genius. But If You Judge A Fish By Its Ability To Climb A Tree, It Will Spend Its Whole Life Thinking It’s Stupid"


    Parabens!!!!






    domingo, 20 de outubro de 2013

    F#760

    "We could have a small reunion
    For all the people that we knew
    We'll all get drunk and celebrate
    Here's to me and here's to you"











    sábado, 19 de outubro de 2013

    F#759

    Elegance is a synonym for beautiful that has come to acquire the additional connotations of unusual effectivenessand simplicity. It is frequently used as a standard of tastefulness particularly in the areas of visual designdecoration, the sciences, and the esthetics of mathematics. Elegant things exhibit refined grace and dignified propriety.





    In philosophy of sciencesimplicity is a meta-scientific criterion by which to evaluate competing theories. In this field, a distinction is often made between two senses of simplicity: "syntactic simplicity" (the number and complexity of hypotheses), and ontological simplicity (the number and complexity of things postulated). These two aspects of simplicity are often referred to as elegance and parsimony respectively.



    in http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elegance




    domingo, 13 de outubro de 2013

    y#620

    Hymn For The Greatest Generation

    y#619

    "It's got me singing blues that hit you like a cannonball
    Loud enough to break your bones
    But it was written in blood before they wrote it in stone
    So sing it with me like it's your own"

    sexta-feira, 11 de outubro de 2013

    y#618

    "Want you so bad I can taste it,
    but you're nowhere to be found.
    I'll take a drug to replace it.
    or put me in the ground"

    quarta-feira, 9 de outubro de 2013

    y#617

    spotlight
    n.
            1.
                    a. A strong beam of light that illuminates only a small area,
                    used especially to center attention on a stage performer.
                    b. A lamp that produces such a light.
            2. Public notoriety or prominence.
            3. An artificial source of light with a strongly focused beam, as on
            an automobile.
    tr.v. spotlighted or spotlit, spotlighting, spotlights
            1. To illuminate with a spotlight.
            2. To focus attention on.

    F#758

    Always did,
    always will?







    terça-feira, 8 de outubro de 2013

    F#757

    Muda-se o palco,
    os figurantes.



    E a "estoria",
    Que se vai escrevendo
    de  modo conceptual.


    O actor,
    imperturbavel,
    vai fazendo o seu papel.
    O Principal.


    Num filme,
    que e d'(ele),

    E nele,
    nada e normal.





    Parabens!






    sábado, 5 de outubro de 2013

    F#756

    "here come the lonely night i can’t escape my mind from a broken bough fall into finite space with the roof torn down this house is an empty place so tired of wandering around and starting over no garden grows here now just the one leaf clover and when the windows shuttered it’s always dark inside sometimes the pain is absurd still it’s what fate decides thought i saw jesus come down dressed like a soldier i used to cry like a clown and now i’m older here come the lonely night can’t escape my mind and the grinding wheel turns and the heavens burn as the pilot ignites is a lesson learned a sullen look of concern it might make you sad like the fluttering bird in a dream you had here come the lonely night i can’t escape my mind i saw jesus come down dressed like a soldier once i cried like a clown now i’m older here come the lonely night"


    Moby

    sexta-feira, 4 de outubro de 2013

    F#755

    E a pedra, essa, vai rolando...
    Vê quem quer.

     Percorre um caminho,
    que como o universo,
     é longo e  não é linear.


    As vezes,
    parece que pára,
    e até volta p´ra trás.


    Mas,
    eis que então,
    alguém, vindo do nada,
    a chuta...

    E ela rola, novamente.
    Ainda mais longe,
    muito mais além.

    Agora,
     há quem a vá chutando.
    Devagarinho,
    delicadamente...
    Mas sem a deixar parar!

    E a pedra, ja gasta,
    não mais deixa de rolar.

    Nesse caminho que é longo,
    mas que não é linear!

    Fura



    y#616

    "Everybody feels a little crazy
    Like it once was

    Can we go on like it once was "

    terça-feira, 1 de outubro de 2013

    F#754

    shame  (shm)
    n.
    1.
    a. A painful emotion caused by a strong sense of guilt, embarrassment, unworthiness, or disgrace.
    b. Capacity for such a feeling: Have you no shame?
    2. One that brings dishonor, disgrace, or condemnation.
    3. A condition of disgrace or dishonor; ignominy.
    4. A great disappointment.
    tr.v. shamedsham·ingshames
    1. To cause to feel shame; put to shame.
    2. To bring dishonor or disgrace on.
    3. To disgrace by surpassing.
    4. To force by making ashamed: He was shamed into making an apology.
    Idiom:
    put to shame
    1. To fill with shame; disgrace.
    2. To outdo thoroughly; surpass: Your productivity has put the rest of us to shame.

    "Dogs have boundless enthusiasm but no sense of shame. I should have a dog as a life coach."


    Moby






    segunda-feira, 30 de setembro de 2013

    sexta-feira, 27 de setembro de 2013

    y#615

    "My body's still, my mind is empty

    Confidence, confidence (x2)

    Don't slow down (x2)

    Who has it all has nothing (x2)"

    terça-feira, 24 de setembro de 2013

    F#749

    Esse olhar que me desarma!

    O antidoto mais que perfeito,
    para um acordar (sempre) dificil...



    E o dia começa (sempre) bem... 








    segunda-feira, 23 de setembro de 2013

    y#613

    Obsidian

    Obsidian is a naturally occurring volcanic glass formed as an extrusive igneous rock.

    domingo, 22 de setembro de 2013

    F#748

    Porque não se pode mudar o passado...

    Mas nem tudo o que foi (mal )feito, merece ser esquecido....




    "You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don't try to forget the mistakes, but you don't dwell on it. You don't let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space."


    Johnny Cash



    "In this bright future you can't forget your past."



    Bob Marley



    F#747

    "But something kept me standing
    By that hospital bed
    I should have quit but instead
    I took care of you

    You made me sleep all uneven
    And I didn't believe them
    When they told me that there
    Was no saving you"



    P.S- Obrigado pequena, também por isto...


    sexta-feira, 20 de setembro de 2013

    y#612

    "Hold the summer in your hands
    'Til the summer turns to sand
    We were staring at our ceilings

    Thinking of what we'd give
    To have one more day of sun
    One day of sun

    Silver dreams bring me to you"

    F#744

    "Self-improvement is the name of the game, and your primary objective is to strengthen yourself, not to destroy an opponent."



    Maxwell Maltz




    F#743

    "Os caminhos, esses,
    por ora separam-se.

    Definitivamente?


    Sem parar vai andando.
    Olha para trás, e vai vendo,

     algo que fica (fica sempre).

    Marcado,
    definido,
    suavizado pelo tempo, que não pára.

    E que
    também passa,
    lentamente.


    Infinitamente..."


    Fura



    P.s- Parabéns! Boa Sorte...






    F#742

    "...power of denial
    my humble friend
    mighty delusions
    that i'm the heaven sent..."




    quinta-feira, 19 de setembro de 2013

    terça-feira, 17 de setembro de 2013

    y#610

    "Tell me how far you'd go
    Knowing your air won't last
    Would you feel better holding the stars up?"

    F#738

    "We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all."




    Eleanor Roosevelt




    F#737

    "The atlantic was born today and i'll tell you how:
    the clouds above opened up and let it out.

    I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
    when the water filled every hole.
    and thousands upon thousands made an ocean,
    making islands where no island should go.




    I need you so much closer "




    F#736

    "Something so electric feels like a fucking spark..."






    segunda-feira, 16 de setembro de 2013

    terça-feira, 10 de setembro de 2013

    F#729



    "Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength,

    while loving someone deeply gives you courage."

    Lao Tzu

    domingo, 8 de setembro de 2013

    F#728

    Composure:
    com·po·sure (km-pzhr)

    n.

    A calm or tranquile state of mind; self-possession.

    sexta-feira, 6 de setembro de 2013

    y#608

    "Things fall apart in the blink of an eye
    better keep yours open wide
    Things fall apart in the blink of an eye
    and we can't be satisfied"

    quinta-feira, 5 de setembro de 2013

    F#727

    "If you're trying to achieve, there will be roadblocks. I've had them; everybody has had them. 
    But obstacles don't have to stop you. If you run into a wall, don't turn around and give up. 
    Figure out how to climb it, go through it, or work around it."

    Michael Jordan





    F#726

    Com o meu anjo,


    voo ainda mais alto!



    E ontem cumpriu-se o destino, uma vez mais!








    y#607

    "The song plays on but the record is cracking
    And the house is dark, all of the floors are creaking"

    quarta-feira, 4 de setembro de 2013

    F#725

    "I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath"



    10 ANOS!

    Time flies when you are having fun!



    y#606

    "There is darkness behind every sin and regret
    From your first taste of pleasure to your last cigarette
    In my soul...
    There is darkness"

    domingo, 1 de setembro de 2013

    quarta-feira, 28 de agosto de 2013

    quinta-feira, 15 de agosto de 2013

    y#603

    "Into the evening rain
    Wild horses are moving
    All the things you leave behind
    Without end, without beginning..."

    terça-feira, 13 de agosto de 2013

    y#601

    "Everybody cares
    Everybody cares
    They say love exists
    Then what happened to it?

    Everybody's wanting to see
    Wanting to see it come alive..."

    quinta-feira, 8 de agosto de 2013

    F#717

    once again...

    Because HOPE (like kisses) is (are) never enough!




    "We are young, confident, affluent, and with no memory of tougher times
    We've grown up in an era of never ending financial growth
    And expected things to stay that way
    We've grown up in owner-occupied homes
    With total acceptance of technology, global warming and terrorism
    Our whole society has been based on consumerism for the past fifteen years
    Making us dream consumers, yet we don't know the difference between a credit card
    And a debit card, and we have no idea how much a pint of milk costs
    On average we have eight hundred illegally downloaded songs, and one in eight of us
    Spends more than one hundred pounds a month on our mobile phone bill
    We've never read a newspaper, and we've never used our chance to vote
    We allow our governments to make decisions without giving us all the facts
    They send troops abroad who will die
    In order that we can steal resources from the people who have them
    People who meant us little or no harm until we invaded their country
    We allow those troops to commit horrendous atrocities
    And yet our leaders hang our alleged enemies for much less
    We've spent years entrusting our futures to our parents, our governments
    The banks and the corporations who have continually lobbied for their own interests
    And we've let them make selfish decisions
    That have left our society teetering on the edge of ruin
    We're blinded from the information that would really shock us
    By stories of sex and sleaze which doesn't make the smallest difference to our lives
    And so we have no desire to do anything about the things that really do
    We've watched as greed wipes billions of the world's stock markets
    Destroys jobs and lives
    And proves that capitalism is just as corruptible by human nature as communism
    These are tough times but we seek solace in our friends and co-conspirators
    We make small differences in each other's lives, and dream that we can make real progress"





    F#716



    Were you ever wanted? Does your father care?










    Annie wont you come and meet me
    where the neon lights are shining,
    Annie wont you dance behind me,don't give up let music save you,
    Annie have you ever felt the need of someone else to see you?
    Annie come here don't you worry, we are here for you to lean on...








    quarta-feira, 7 de agosto de 2013

    F#715



    Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle. — Plato



    F#714

    Para ti que me conheces...


    "Love; it will not betray you
    Dismay or enslave you, it will set you free
    Be more like the man you were made to be

    There is a design, an alignment to cry
    Of my heart to see,
    The beauty of love as it was made to be"





    segunda-feira, 5 de agosto de 2013

    F#713

    De vila do Conde com amor....




    domingo, 4 de agosto de 2013

    F#712

    Please don't drown in numbers....

    Escape. Run away...and let's swim in the audio pool...






    sábado, 3 de agosto de 2013

    F#711

    Dead Hearts are everywhere...





    F#710

    The game is on...

    De novo, para mais um nível...diferente, mais complexo.


    Mais do mesmo...o complexo torna-se elementar, só para descobrir num novo nível, uma complexidadade ainda mais complexa...nunca antes vista...

    Tem sido assim...O JOGO em modo "repeat"...


    Sem medo...o tanas!


    Com medo mas com vontade e fé...porque agora o jogo joga-se a dois!









    sábado, 27 de julho de 2013

    y#598

    "Fool enough to almost be it
    And cool enough to not quite see it
    And old enough to always feel this
    Always old, I'll always feel this..."

    quinta-feira, 25 de julho de 2013

    F#705

    "...then the clouds will open for me,


    i will meet my jesus christ..."





    Placebo - Then The Clouds Will Open For Me from Asia Fassbinder on Vimeo.

    F#704

    I laugh more often now...








    F#703



    "If I told you things I did before
    Told you how I used to be
    Would you go along with someone like me?
    If you knew my story word for word
    Had all of my history
    Would you go along with someone like me?"







    y#597

    "Let's kiss while all the stars are falling down
    Tonight we live like no one is around
    Forget the lies that we were told
    Now is the only truth we know
    Tonight we fly while the stars are falling down
    We're falling down!
    We're falling down!
    Down...
    Down..."

    segunda-feira, 22 de julho de 2013

    F#700

    Get up, stand up, Stand up for your rights!

    Get up, stand up, dont give up the fight!




    F#699

    "Under my love
    Wake up to your window
    The day calls in billows
    It's echoing moonlight on to the blue nightmare of your heart
    In cosy red rainbow
    It's shaking off halos
    And the memory of our sacred so and so's

    Oh take my hand sweet
    Complete your release and bury your feet
    And married we'll be
    Alone in receiving ours is a feeling not that they would see
    They don't know that we could be
    That way your cradle escaped the sea
    ?

    Were laying in the shadow of your family tree
    Your haunted heart and me
    Brought down by an old idea whose time has come
    And in the shadow of the gallows of your family tree
    There's a hundred hearts soar free
    Pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep it young

    I'll be your mind
    Is it safe to say that we've waited patiently
    Call me on time
    And well go over to nanas place disgracefully
    Fall into line
    There's the garden grave and a place they've saved for you
    I'll fall by your side
    ?

    Were laying in the shadow of your family tree
    Your haunted heart and me
    Brought down by an old idea whose time has come
    And in the shadow of the gallows of your family tree
    There's a hundred hearts soar free
    Pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep it young

    And now we'll gather in the shadow of your family tree
    In haunted harmony
    Brought down by an old idea whose time has come
    And in the shadow of the valley of your family tree
    There's a hundred hearts soar free
    Pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep us young"





    F#698

    "Is it not me, am I not rolled into your crush?
    The road you chose unloads control
    See it take me so go on throw this stone into this halfway home"


    Through heaven and hell 


    Always one step closer...







    quarta-feira, 17 de julho de 2013

    y#596

    "Collide into me, I could do with a fight
    Collide into me, cause it feels right

    Does the honesty deceive?
    Try to find a way to leave this party
    Take it out on me
    Cause all the honesty
    Shuts this place down"

    F#696

    No shame...






    segunda-feira, 15 de julho de 2013

    y#595

    "Do you feel alone in the secret?
    Are you standing there just weeping?
    Do you feel the light is gone?
    Is it hard to remain strong,
    In the face of all you know?
    In a world that's brought you low?

    Stand there,
    Dance with,
    Stand there, dance with a memory.
    The caption reads, 'It's all over now.'"

    quarta-feira, 10 de julho de 2013

    domingo, 7 de julho de 2013

    F#691

    "This feels strange
    As the closer we get to the grave
    Everybody wants love,
    but it's not enough
    To have a good heart,
    but it's not enough."



    sexta-feira, 5 de julho de 2013

    quinta-feira, 4 de julho de 2013

    F#690

    - E se nao nos tivessemos conhecido?

    - Nao sei, nao aconteceu...conheci-te. E as coisas nunca mais foram as mesmas.

    - Seria melhor?

    - Nao sei. Sei que ia ter saudades tuas...

    - Como, se nunca me terias conhecido?

    - Por causa daquele sentimento que tinha de que me faltava qualquer coisa. De ir a deriva ate afundar, ou te encontrar. E ele desapareceu, contigo...Tinhas saudades tuas mesmo antes de te conhecer...

    Tinha de te conhecer, senao ia morrer de saudades tuas. 

    E agora, das-me um beijo? 





    quarta-feira, 3 de julho de 2013

    F#689

    "After months of grieving, fuck the grief I'm leaving
    Will you leave with me?"





    y#591

    "I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."
    ― Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

    terça-feira, 2 de julho de 2013

    F#688

    Aos proximos 5 anos!!!!



    "That's how it starts
    We go back to your house
    We check the charts
    And start to figure it out

    And if it's crowded, all the better
    Because we know we're gonna be up late
    But if you're worried about the weather
    Then you picked the wrong place to stay
    That's how it starts

    And so it starts
    You switch the engine on
    We set controls for the heart of the sun
    One of the ways we show our age

    And if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up
    And I still don't wanna stagger home
    Then it's the memory of our betters
    That are keeping us on our feet

    You spent the first five years trying to get with the plan
    And the next five years trying to be with your friends again

    You're talking 45 turns just as fast as you can
    Teah, I know it gets tired, but it's better when we pretend

    It comes apart
    The way it does in bad films
    Except in parts
    When the moral kicks in

    Though when we're running out of the drugs
    And the conversation's winding away
    I wouldn't trade one stupid decision
    For another five years of life

    You drop the first ten years just as fast as you can
    And the next ten people who are trying to be polite
    When you're blowing eighty-five days in the middle of France
    Yeah, I know it gets tired only where are your friends tonight?

    And to tell the truth
    Oh, this could be the last time
    So here we go
    Like a sales force into the night

    And if I made a fool, if I made a fool, if I made a fool
    On the road, there's always this
    And if I'm sewn into submission
    I can still come home to this

    And with a face like a dad and a laughable stand
    You can sleep on the plane or review what you said
    When you're drunk and the kids leave impossible tasks
    You think over and over, "hey, I'm finally dead."

    Oh, if the trip and the plan come apart in your hand
    Tou look contorted on yourself your ridiculous prop
    You forgot what you meant when you read what you said
    And you always knew you were tired, but then
    Where are your friends tonight?

    Where are your friends tonight?
    Where are your friends tonight?

    If I could see all my friends tonight
    If I could see all my friends tonight
    If I could see all my friends tonight
    If I could see all my friends tonight"




    by LCD Soundsystem.


    Because the only good system is a soundsystem!







    sexta-feira, 28 de junho de 2013

    y#590

    "Pour it out,
    in new ways.
    Immaginate, drop needles like pines into clear pools
    where molecules are arranged
    just loose enough to let dreams through..."

    quinta-feira, 27 de junho de 2013

    segunda-feira, 24 de junho de 2013

    sexta-feira, 21 de junho de 2013

    y#589

    "I couldn't find quiet
    I went out in the rain
    I was just soakin' my head to unrattle my brain
    Somebody said you disappeared in a crowd
    I didn't understand then
    I don't understand now..."

    y#588

    "It pays to be on the edge of existence...
    Just riding the surface, my love.

    The happiest songs all end with a smile.
    This might end with a smile, no, my love.

    If life could be forever one instant...
    Would it be the moment you met me?
    No, my love."

    quinta-feira, 20 de junho de 2013

    y#587

    #2

    "Inspiration for this animation was my own near death experience. Although it is impossible to convey it in any form, this is very poor attempt to visualize it.

    Life is the mystery experience. It's happening now. Something wonderfully mysterious is going on. We're conscious of being alive, but we don't know what life is. How astonishing!

    We inhabit a vast universe, but we don't know what the universe is. How amazing!

    We're experiencing this moment but we don't know what this moment is. How intriguing!

    If I examine this moment I see that I'm experiencing a tapestry of shapes and colours that I call the 'world'. But what is the world? I'm experiencing thoughts and feelings arising in my mind. But where do they come from? I feel certain that I exist. But I don't know why I exist. How bewildering!

    Life is utterly mysterious it takes my breath away. Yet normally I go about my business as if being alive was nothing remarkable. I pretend I know what's going on, when really I don't. I act as if I understand what it is to be a human being, when actually it is an enormous enigma of mind-boggling proportions. The greatest mystery of life is life itself. What happens after death is part of that primordial mystery."

    Olafur Arnalds - This Place Was A Shelter

    y#586

    #1

    "On the waves of life you can die in a million different ways. Anger, pain, losing something precious may make you sink slowly in the ocean of struggle.
    But is there a possibility of million rebirths?
    Well... if you go down to the abyss of yourself to let the heavy weights go away, then you could be able to find your way towards your new breath.

    These experiences throughout our life could reflect the bigger picture and may tell us if there is salvation after we pass away."

    F#683

    "Finally brother after a while,

    the battle will be over..."