domingo, dezembro 25, 2005

Joyeux Noel !

sexta-feira, dezembro 23, 2005

HAPPY FESTIVUS !













A GLAMOROUS ROCK'N'ROLL CHRISTMAS !

(clickem em cima, nabos)

And everything she said about Vienna was true





terça-feira, dezembro 20, 2005

Next Exit














Dizem por aqui que Viena de Àustria é linda no natal.
Logo veremos se assim é.

Sister, I'm a poet !

Escrever o que quer que seja é bastante mais do que o simples facto de pegar na caneta, no teclado, no que quer que seja. Essa parte do processo é irrelevante. A forma que as palavras assumem não interessa para nada, seja a caligrafia bonita de se ler ou não. Não passa de um trabalho operário, de colocar palavra após palavra, tijolo após tijolo e dessa forma construir progressivamente um texto assente em ideías pensadas horas, dias, semanas atrás. Certamente que não é ai que reside a magia do processo.

È ao deixar-me ser invadido pelo pensamento e ao vaguear sozinho, pelo menos em mente, e sentir vir tudo ao de cima.Ficar ansioso pelo dia em que me vou exprimir tão bem como aqueles que hoje admiro. Keats, Yeats, Wilde, Miller, Wordsworth...Pego em cada frase sublinhada e disseco-a durante horas tentando perceber como é que conseguiram exprimir o que sinto bem melhor do que eu...Fodasse, se pelo menos me conseguisse imitar a mim próprio .

"And signs of desire
They cannot disguise

While I try to find words

As light as the birds

That circle above

To put in my songs of love "
Neil Hannon
















William Wordsworth

domingo, dezembro 11, 2005

A dread sunny day




















Could we live it over again

Were it worth the pain,
Could the passionate past that is fled

Call back its dead...
Oscar Wilde

quinta-feira, dezembro 08, 2005

Postcards from Heaven















There is no such thing as absent friends

terça-feira, dezembro 06, 2005

I sold my soul for the second time, I will never get old













I'm not a prophet or a stone age man

Just a mortal with the potential of a superman
David Bowie - Quicksand

quinta-feira, dezembro 01, 2005

I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders

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