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Há 13 anos
quarta-feira, novembro 28, 2007
o que dizer?
o que dizer quando alguém por ciúmes não consegue sequer compreender que aquele miúdo é deficiente?
terça-feira, novembro 27, 2007
Hotel Chevalier, Wes Anderson (2007)
Hotel Chevalier trata-se da nova curta-metragem de Wes Andersen - prólogo de treze minutos para a personagem de Jason Schwartzman em The Darjeeling Limited. Schwartzman encontra-se hospedado num quarto de hotel em Paris que se tornou a sua casa e é surpreendido por uma antiga paixão que parece ter deixado feridas profundas. Esta curta tem sido alvo de muita atenção devido à primeira cena de nudez de Natalie Portman.segunda-feira, novembro 26, 2007
sábado, novembro 24, 2007
sexta-feira, novembro 23, 2007
Nova problemática
Voltando-me agora para uma problemática bem mais atraente e complexa, cito o meu amigo Nick Cave:
My face is finished, my body's gone.
And I can't help but think standin' up here in all this applause and gazin' down at all the young and the beautiful.
With their questioning eyes.
That I must above all things love myself.
I saw a girl in the crowd,
I ran over
I shouted out,
I asked if I could take her out,
But she said that she didn't want to.
I changed the sheets on my bed,
I combed the hairs across my head,
I sucked in my gut and still she said
That she just didn't want to.
I read her Eliot, read her Yeats,
I tried my best to stay up late,
I fixed the hinges on her gate,
But still she just never wanted to.
I bought her a dozen snow-white doves,
I did her dishes in rubber gloves,
I called her Honeybee,
I called her Love,
But she just still didn't want to.
She just never wants to.
I sent her every type of flower,
I played her guitar by the hour,
I patted her revolting little chihuahua,
But still she just didn't want to.
I wrote a song with a hundred lines,
I picked a bunch of dandelions,
I walked her through the trembling pines,
But she just even then didn't want to.
She just never wants to.
I thought I'd try another tack,
I drank a litre of cognac,
I threw her down upon her back,
But she just lay up and said that she just didn't want to.
I thought I'd have another go,
I called her my little ho,
I felt like Marcel Marceau must feel when she said that she just never wanted to.
She just didn't want to.
My face is finished, my body's gone.
And I can't help but think standin' up here in all this applause and gazin' down at all the young and the beautiful.
With their questioning eyes.
That I must above all things love myself.
I saw a girl in the crowd,
I ran over
I shouted out,
I asked if I could take her out,
But she said that she didn't want to.
I changed the sheets on my bed,
I combed the hairs across my head,
I sucked in my gut and still she said
That she just didn't want to.
I read her Eliot, read her Yeats,
I tried my best to stay up late,
I fixed the hinges on her gate,
But still she just never wanted to.
I bought her a dozen snow-white doves,
I did her dishes in rubber gloves,
I called her Honeybee,
I called her Love,
But she just still didn't want to.
She just never wants to.
I sent her every type of flower,
I played her guitar by the hour,
I patted her revolting little chihuahua,
But still she just didn't want to.
I wrote a song with a hundred lines,
I picked a bunch of dandelions,
I walked her through the trembling pines,
But she just even then didn't want to.
She just never wants to.
I thought I'd try another tack,
I drank a litre of cognac,
I threw her down upon her back,
But she just lay up and said that she just didn't want to.
I thought I'd have another go,
I called her my little ho,
I felt like Marcel Marceau must feel when she said that she just never wanted to.
She just didn't want to.
Credibilidade
Se o meu blog (ou lá o que isto é) ainda tinha alguma credibilidade, com o post anterior esvaiu-se.
Há coisas fantásticas não há?!
Não querendo deitar mais achas para a fogueira que tem vindo a queimar num certo blog que mora aqui bem perto, chamo à colação uma poesia bem menos erudita, da pequena e jovial Kylie Minogue (na verdade nem deve ser dela...):
Thought that I was going crazy
Just having one those days yeah
Didn't know what to do
Then there was you
And everything went from wrong to right
And the stars came out to fill up the sky
The music you were playing really blew my mind
It was love at first sight'
Cause baby when I heard you
For the first time I knew
We were meant to be as one...
Was tired of running out of luck
Thinking 'bout giving up yeah
Didn't know what to do
Then there was you
And everything went from wrong to right
And the stars came out to fill up the sky
The music you were playing really blew my mind
It was love at first sight'
Cause baby when I heard you
For the first time I knew
we were meant to be as one...(to be as one)
Baby when I heard you
For the first time I knew
we were meant to be as one...
Everything went from wrong to right
And the stars came out and filled up the sky
The music you were playing really blew my mind
It was love at first sight
Love at first sight
Love at first sight
Love... Ouhh, it was love, it was love at first sight'
Cause baby when I heard you
For the first time I knew
we were meant to be as one...(to be as one)'
Cause baby when I heard you
For the first time I knew
we were meant to be as one...
It was love, it was love, it was love, it was love
Ouhh, it was love, it was love, it was love, it was love
Ouhh, it was love, it was love, it was love, it was love
Há coisas fantásticas não há?!
quarta-feira, novembro 21, 2007
segunda-feira, novembro 19, 2007
Estivesse eu ainda em Fafe e o título seria c...... do tempo ou p... da chinesa
(Ao som de Joe Henry) Sair do metro enfatado e feliz por empunhar um pequeno, engraçado e frágil guarda-chuva que havia comprado minutos antes e logo de seguida ficar completamente encharcado e irritado arrastando os sapatos que nem canoas por um mar de água que saiu nem sei bem de onde, e irritado com a chinesa que me vendeu a merda do guarda-chuva que mal o abri se esbarrondou todo mal sentiu uma APOUCADA brisa (pronto foi uma bela duma lufada de vento). sim aquela chinesa extremamente irritante que costuma estar à porta do metro da baixa chiado. sim aquela chinesa que quase nos enfia os guarda-chuva boca a dentro enquanto vocifera qualquer coisa como - (a ler com pronúncia chinesa especialmente irritante) "chapeuchapeuchapeu". acidentes acontecem.
Mestre
E esta semana começa o mestrado. E esta semana vou começar, em dois anos, a fazer algo de que gosto. E esta semana vai começar a minha nova depressão. Acho que estou feliz.
domingo, novembro 18, 2007
quinta-feira, novembro 08, 2007
Frio
Tenho frio. Mergulhei. Adorei e adoro o mar. E se o meu coração tiver morrido de hipotermia? Tenho frio.
segunda-feira, novembro 05, 2007
sábado, novembro 03, 2007
As Canções de Amor, Honoré
Excelente filme. Confesso que não sou devoto admirador de musicais, aliás pelo contrário, mas este é óptimo. Os textos são muito bons. Não será algo de novo, porém gostei especialmente da forma como está desenhada a dor de perder alguém, o só perceber realmente o que se perdeu após uma "morte", que neste caso foi mesmo uma morte. Toda a confusão e vazio que essa perda trouxe...é verdade que em um ou outro ponto o argumento podia ter sido melhor explorado, de qualquer forma o filme continua a ser realmente bom. A banda sonora é do melhor do filme (Alex Beaupin).Fiquei com uma vontade enorme de ir a Paris!
8/10
Munique
Não tenho sorte nenhuma. Podia ir para Munique durante 3 ou 4 dias para umas conferências com tudo pago, não fosse uma minha colega ter rejeitado o convite, visto, segundo ela, estarmos com muito trabalho. Colega?!
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