Focar, desfocar...
Uma nova perspectiva, uma nova luz...
A vergonha do resultado...
sexta-feira, 30 de março de 2012
Sombras
Qual o verdadeiro?
O ser que vês diante de ti, ou aquele que se projecta na parede perante os teus olhos?
segunda-feira, 27 de fevereiro de 2012
sábado, 18 de fevereiro de 2012
Crepúsculo
Chegava a qualquer cidade e alugava dois ou três quartos, distantes uns dos outros, mas nunca pernoitava duas vezes de seguida no mesmo.
Em todos eles simulava viver há muito tempo. Num, espalhava bugigangas de plástico, compradas aos vendedores ambulantes, sobre os poucos desengonçados móveis. Noutro, pendurava roupa nos pregos que tinham servido para pendurar estampas baratas, e que alguém se dera ao incómodo de roubar.
Por vezes, deitado, olhava para os pregos espetados nas paredes e tentava perceber o que levava alguém a roubar aquelas arrumadinhas paisagens suíças que, infalivelmente, decoravam os quartos das pensões. E adormecia a pensar que no outro quarto cobrira as paredes com fotografias, e era nesse quarto que lhe apetecia estar.
(…)
al berto - crepúsculo
in lunário
Em todos eles simulava viver há muito tempo. Num, espalhava bugigangas de plástico, compradas aos vendedores ambulantes, sobre os poucos desengonçados móveis. Noutro, pendurava roupa nos pregos que tinham servido para pendurar estampas baratas, e que alguém se dera ao incómodo de roubar.
Por vezes, deitado, olhava para os pregos espetados nas paredes e tentava perceber o que levava alguém a roubar aquelas arrumadinhas paisagens suíças que, infalivelmente, decoravam os quartos das pensões. E adormecia a pensar que no outro quarto cobrira as paredes com fotografias, e era nesse quarto que lhe apetecia estar.
(…)
al berto - crepúsculo
in lunário
Working Classe Hero
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and class less and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
- John Lennon, Working Classe Hero -
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and class less and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
- John Lennon, Working Classe Hero -
quinta-feira, 16 de fevereiro de 2012
Um pouco de beleza
Um pouco de beleza neste mundo cinza e caótico,
Que só nos mostra histórias kafkianas
De dor e desespero
domingo, 5 de fevereiro de 2012
quarta-feira, 30 de novembro de 2011
My lovely Mirror
Look at the mirror
It doesn't know you anymore
It doesn't talk anymore
It doesn't kiss you anymore
You don't know who you are
You just have to know that mirror look
And all, everyone, everything, is too much
For you...
- The Gift/my lovely mirror -
It doesn't talk anymore
It doesn't kiss you anymore
You don't know who you are
You just have to know that mirror look
And all, everyone, everything, is too much
For you...
- The Gift/my lovely mirror -
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