A Grande Alface

IWC3

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IWC2

2006-12-22T14:42:00.000-08:00

iwc

2006-12-19T23:48:00.000-08:00

vast - free

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Battlestar Galactica

2006-11-24T04:08:00.000-08:00

Battlestar Galactica

2006-11-24T03:58:00.000-08:00

Apolo & Starbuck

2006-11-24T03:54:00.000-08:00

Number Six & Baltar

2006-11-24T03:35:00.000-08:00

O Monstro precisa de amigos (agora)

2006-09-12T04:51:00.000-07:00

Guardar cá dentro amor

Não nos faz nada bem

Quando cá fora o ódio quer entrar

Fui morar pra paixao

Pois eu sei

Que não ha melhor lugar

Para sempre eu vou esperar por ti

Pára de olhar para mim

Deixa-me ser alguém

Tão cedo não vais ver ninguém

Eu só quero dar-te alguém melhor

Ornatos Violeta

O Monstro precisa (mesmo) de amigos

2006-09-12T04:44:00.000-07:00

Não vou procurar quem espero
Se o que eu quero é navegar
Pelo tamanho das ondas
Conto não voltar
Parto rumo à Primavera
Que em meu fundo se escondeu
Esqueço tudo do que eu sou capaz

Hoje o mar sou eu

Ornatos Violeta

O Monstro (ainda) precisa de amigos

2006-09-12T04:33:00.000-07:00

Eu sei a tua vida foi

Marcada pela dor de não saber aonde dói

Mas vê bem

Não houve à luz do dia

Quem não tenha provado o travo amargo da melancolia

E então rapaz! Então porque a raiva?

Se a culpa não é minha?

Serão efeitos secundarios da poesia?

Ornatos Violeta

O Monstro precisa de amigos

2006-09-12T04:25:00.000-07:00

Estranha forma de acordar
Que é estar pronto para dormir
Abre a porta e ve se o mundo ainda é teu
Cedo vai-nos dar razão
Como a vida nos convém
Cedo ira arder nas minhas mãos

Não vejo um homem para trás

Não vejo medo para trás

Não vejo portas para trás

Meu mal é ver que eu vou bem

Ornatos Violeta

Luz....Silêncio! ACÇÃO!!!

2006-07-19T05:08:00.000-07:00

2006-07-19T04:57:00.000-07:00

Tenho um quadro debaixo de olho

2006-07-16T13:36:00.000-07:00

Está absorto... outra vez.

2006-07-13T06:47:00.000-07:00

Bola no mato

2006-06-29T11:23:00.000-07:00

Passeio na Foz

2006-06-29T11:18:00.000-07:00

OneSelf

2006-06-22T06:54:00.000-07:00

as duas únicas fotos decentes que encontrei.

Aparências duvidosas

2006-06-22T04:46:00.000-07:00

Of the terrible doubt of appearances,
Of the uncertainty after all, that we may be deluded,
That may-be reliance and hope are but speculations after all,
That may-be identity beyond the grave is a beautiful fable only,
May-be the things I perceive, the animals, plants, men, hills,
shining and flowing waters,
The skies of day and night, colors, densities, forms, may-be these
are (as doubtless they are) only apparitions, and the real
something has yet to be known,
(How often they dart out of themselves as if to confound me and mock me!
How often I think neither I know, nor any man knows, aught of them,)
May-be seeming to me what they are (as doubtless they indeed but seem)
as from my present point of view, and might prove (as of course theywould) nought of what they appear, or nought anyhow, from entirelychanged points of view;
To me these and the like of these are curiously answer'd by mylovers, my dear friends,
When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while holding meby the hand,
When the subtle air, the impalpable, the sense that words and reasonhold not, surround us and pervade us,
Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom, I am silent, I require nothing further,
I cannot answer the question of appearances or that of identity
beyond the grave,But I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied,
He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me.

Walt Whitman

Surfing in the Light

2006-06-22T04:23:00.000-07:00

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

Dylan Thomas

What the thunder said

2006-06-22T04:16:00.000-07:00

Who is the third who walks always beside you?

When I count, there are only you and I together

But when I look ahead up the white road

There is always another one walking beside you

Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded

I do not know whether a man or a woman

—But who is that on the other side of you?

Waste Land - T.S. Eliot

Um Sonho Mau

2006-06-22T04:12:00.000-07:00

...

I wake up, it's a bad dream
No one on my side
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
To be fighting
Guess I'm not the fighting kind
Wouldn't mind it
If you were by my side
But you're long gone
you're long gone now

Where do we go?
I don't even know
My strange old face
And I'm thinking about those days
And I'm thinking about those days

Keane

Caminho

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Ribeiro

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Rio

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Há que ir subindo

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Olhares

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Holofernes

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There never was a captain served a king

Who brought so many countries in subjection

Or one more famous then for everything

Touching the fields of war and insurrection,

Or more presumptuous by predilection

Than Holofernes. Fortunes fair

Kissed him with such a lecherous affection

He lost his head before he was aware.

Canterbury Tales

Oh Bolas!!

2006-06-20T17:58:00.000-07:00

A experiência é coisa util mas demora muito tempo a adquirir, quando já a temos serve de pouco.

Acordar

2006-06-20T17:50:00.000-07:00

Ainda a decidir se mudo o mundo ou só desfruto dele...

Contra a Luz

2006-06-20T17:41:00.000-07:00

Há um ritmo nestas coisas
Há um ritmo nelas
Há um ritmo

Só um.

Porta de Saída

2006-06-20T17:38:00.000-07:00

- Então voçê atira-me com o homem a seis metros!?
- Na! - Responde modestamente o outro - Nem quatro!

Vamos descer por aqui

2006-06-20T17:32:00.000-07:00

Duas horas depois de sairem da cidade não aguentou mais.
- Estamos outra vez tesos!
- Não é bem assim - Respondeu o amigo tirando um dolár do bolso - Ainda temos isto!

Contraste

2006-04-29T02:34:00.000-07:00

Reflexos

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Tempestade

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Muro

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Caminha

2006-04-29T02:29:00.000-07:00

Este também é meu

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Este é meu

2006-03-15T07:55:00.000-08:00

Observar

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Omissões

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Foram

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É de noite?

2006-02-03T08:43:00.000-08:00

Paulo Bento

2006-02-03T08:41:00.000-08:00

regras

2006-02-03T08:36:00.000-08:00

tseliot

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