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Terça-feira, Outubro 31, 2006
Sexta-feira, Outubro 27, 2006
I WON'T KEEP YOU
Amores e desamores no templo de Angkor Wat. A fé é diversa. Bom fim-de-semana.
Amores e desamores no templo de Angkor Wat. A fé é diversa. Bom fim-de-semana.
Quinta-feira, Outubro 26, 2006
ESGARES DE UM INIBIDO QUALQUER
(num dia qualquer)
Estava ali aquele homem que via todos os dias e era como se não visse, mais um homem entre os homens e as mulheres que não se vêem em dias de todos os meses, às vezes os mesmos homens e mulheres uma vida inteira.
Eu costumava ficar à porta do prédio, do lado de dentro do vidro e com a porta emoldurada por um bronze imemorial a servir de enquadramento, de pé a contemplar. Os homens e as mulheres lá iam, sucedendo-se, umas para um lado, uns para o outro. Mais logo voltavam. Todos. Era como se formassem linhas e linhas pespontadas à ordem no chão de uma rua anónima de uma cidade sem templos. A pouco e pouco, o sombrio ponteado desaparecia deixando a descoberto, cavada com paciência, uma imensa enfiada de vazio.
E ali estava ele, arranjando o rosto em trejeitos, esgaravatando a multidão ausente como se visse.
No céu as nuvens preparam-se e amontoam-se. No vidro reflectem-se esgares que se vêem e fogem. Até amanhã.
(num dia qualquer)
Estava ali aquele homem que via todos os dias e era como se não visse, mais um homem entre os homens e as mulheres que não se vêem em dias de todos os meses, às vezes os mesmos homens e mulheres uma vida inteira.
Eu costumava ficar à porta do prédio, do lado de dentro do vidro e com a porta emoldurada por um bronze imemorial a servir de enquadramento, de pé a contemplar. Os homens e as mulheres lá iam, sucedendo-se, umas para um lado, uns para o outro. Mais logo voltavam. Todos. Era como se formassem linhas e linhas pespontadas à ordem no chão de uma rua anónima de uma cidade sem templos. A pouco e pouco, o sombrio ponteado desaparecia deixando a descoberto, cavada com paciência, uma imensa enfiada de vazio.
E ali estava ele, arranjando o rosto em trejeitos, esgaravatando a multidão ausente como se visse.
No céu as nuvens preparam-se e amontoam-se. No vidro reflectem-se esgares que se vêem e fogem. Até amanhã.
YET THERE'S STILL THIS APPEAL
Uma das canções mais alegres alguma vez escritas.
Uma das canções mais alegres alguma vez escritas.
Quarta-feira, Outubro 25, 2006
Segunda-feira, Outubro 23, 2006
50 WAYS TO LOVE YOUR LEAVER
"Hoje, quando a encontro, é como se observasse o rectângulo pálido que as molduras imprimem nas paredes sem que nos consigamos lembrar do desenho da tela, e tento em vão discernir, por detrás das feições envelhecidas e sérias, compondo a custo uma expressão de camaradagem benigna que nunca foi sua, o rosto jovem e alegre que amei, fechado sobre o seu próprio prazer como uma corola nocturna. E todavia, percebe?, é desse modo que ela permanece em mim apesar da usura dos anos e do azedume das reconciliações frustradas, das feridas das mentiras mútuas e do desencanto do afastamento definitivo: a rapariga morena e magra, de grandes olhos graves, que conheci na praia, a observar as ondas na majestade longínqua dos carnívoros indiferentes, que parecem de súbito ausentar-se em meditações dolorosas e imóveis, enxotando-nos para o canto da sombra das inutilidades esquecidas. Lembra-se da voz de Paul Simon?
The problem is all inside your head
She said to me
The answer is easy if you
Take it logically
I'd like to help you in your struggle
To be free
There must be fifty ways
To leave your lover "
A. L. A., "Os Cus de Judas"
"Hoje, quando a encontro, é como se observasse o rectângulo pálido que as molduras imprimem nas paredes sem que nos consigamos lembrar do desenho da tela, e tento em vão discernir, por detrás das feições envelhecidas e sérias, compondo a custo uma expressão de camaradagem benigna que nunca foi sua, o rosto jovem e alegre que amei, fechado sobre o seu próprio prazer como uma corola nocturna. E todavia, percebe?, é desse modo que ela permanece em mim apesar da usura dos anos e do azedume das reconciliações frustradas, das feridas das mentiras mútuas e do desencanto do afastamento definitivo: a rapariga morena e magra, de grandes olhos graves, que conheci na praia, a observar as ondas na majestade longínqua dos carnívoros indiferentes, que parecem de súbito ausentar-se em meditações dolorosas e imóveis, enxotando-nos para o canto da sombra das inutilidades esquecidas. Lembra-se da voz de Paul Simon?
The problem is all inside your head
She said to me
The answer is easy if you
Take it logically
I'd like to help you in your struggle
To be free
There must be fifty ways
To leave your lover "
A. L. A., "Os Cus de Judas"
Domingo, Outubro 22, 2006
DILUTE THE SEA FEVER
Hong Kong
I was struck by one thing: the smog. The skyscrapers came in a close second, but they sort of looked like seashells to me. The seashells I’d been collecting at all the ports. But the smog made me say, ‘I live in smog.’ And that stuck with me. I had been
writing some ‘instant songs’ while on the journey, short things i could dilute the sea fever with.
Bill Callahan
Hong Kong
I was struck by one thing: the smog. The skyscrapers came in a close second, but they sort of looked like seashells to me. The seashells I’d been collecting at all the ports. But the smog made me say, ‘I live in smog.’ And that stuck with me. I had been
writing some ‘instant songs’ while on the journey, short things i could dilute the sea fever with.
Bill Callahan
Sábado, Outubro 21, 2006
THEN WHY
And I said
What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart
and how can a man like me remain in the light
and if life is really as short as they say
then why is the night so long
and then the sun went down
and he sang for me this song
M Ward, Chinese translation
And I said
What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart
and how can a man like me remain in the light
and if life is really as short as they say
then why is the night so long
and then the sun went down
and he sang for me this song
M Ward, Chinese translation
Sexta-feira, Outubro 20, 2006
I KNOW
The truth be known,
the magic's back in my heart again.....
it's sad I know.
You leap up before me,
are you back now to haunt me?
On just one night when I pushed you aside,
I knew what was done was done.
Well if I knew then,
just what I know now;
That I'd lose you,
as I couldn't tell you,
how I need you.
I need you.
Well its a funny old world
when you're so long on your own
And you fall in love,
well, in and out of love again
Well it's wrong, wrong, wrong
I've been on my own for too long
Yes it's wrong, wrong, wrong
To be on your own for so long
I think of you, think of you....everyday
Do you think of me, think of me....ever?
I count every day you're gone away
I count them all, I do.
Over and over and over and over.
Breathless, Over and Over
The truth be known,
the magic's back in my heart again.....
it's sad I know.
You leap up before me,
are you back now to haunt me?
On just one night when I pushed you aside,
I knew what was done was done.
Well if I knew then,
just what I know now;
That I'd lose you,
as I couldn't tell you,
how I need you.
I need you.
Well its a funny old world
when you're so long on your own
And you fall in love,
well, in and out of love again
Well it's wrong, wrong, wrong
I've been on my own for too long
Yes it's wrong, wrong, wrong
To be on your own for so long
I think of you, think of you....everyday
Do you think of me, think of me....ever?
I count every day you're gone away
I count them all, I do.
Over and over and over and over.
Breathless, Over and Over
Quinta-feira, Outubro 19, 2006
ANY GIVEN DAY
Para o Francisco, que muitas vezes descobre pedaços de azul entre as nuvens que mais ninguém conseguiria entrever. E que está de volta. Mais logo.
Para o Francisco, que muitas vezes descobre pedaços de azul entre as nuvens que mais ninguém conseguiria entrever. E que está de volta. Mais logo.
Quarta-feira, Outubro 18, 2006
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Alva Noto + Ryuichi Sakamoto, Fortaleza do Monte, Macau, 18 de Outubro de 2006
Alva Noto + Ryuichi Sakamoto, Fortaleza do Monte, Macau, 18 de Outubro de 2006
AND I CAN'T SEE VERY FAR
Recordação de outros tempos. O Zito vai ao baú desencantar Heather Nova, de quem, confesso, só conheço este "Maybe an angel". Foi há muito tempo, num dos números da compilação Volume (o que é feito?), que apareceu uma versão acústica desta música. Love at first sight. Agora resta a recordação desse amor instantâneo. You are an angel or maybe you could've been. Pois. Maybe.
Recordação de outros tempos. O Zito vai ao baú desencantar Heather Nova, de quem, confesso, só conheço este "Maybe an angel". Foi há muito tempo, num dos números da compilação Volume (o que é feito?), que apareceu uma versão acústica desta música. Love at first sight. Agora resta a recordação desse amor instantâneo. You are an angel or maybe you could've been. Pois. Maybe.
Terça-feira, Outubro 17, 2006
SEMANTICS WON'T DO
In a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That I could never forget the way
You told me everything
By saying nothing
In a manner of speaking
I don't understand
How love in silence becomes reprimand
But the way I feel about you
Is beyond words
Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything
In a manner of speaking
Semantics won't do
In this life that we live
We only make do
And the way that we feel
Might have to be sacrificed
So in a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That like you I should find a way
To tell you everything
By saying nothing
Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Oh give me the words
Give me the words
In a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That I could never forget the way
You told me everything
By saying nothing
In a manner of speaking
I don't understand
How love in silence becomes reprimand
But the way I feel about you
Is beyond words
Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything
In a manner of speaking
Semantics won't do
In this life that we live
We only make do
And the way that we feel
Might have to be sacrificed
So in a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That like you I should find a way
To tell you everything
By saying nothing
Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Oh give me the words
Give me the words
Sábado, Outubro 14, 2006
JUST WATCH YOUR SOUL
Marseille, 9 novembre 1891.
Monsieur le Directeur,
Je viens vous demander si je n'ai rien laissé à votre compte. Je désire changer aujourd'hui de ce service-ci, dont je ne connais même pas le nom, mais en tout cas que ce soit le service d'Aphinar. Tous ces services sont là partout, et moi, impotent, malheureux, je ne peux rien trouver, le premier chien dans la rue vous dira cela.
Envoyez-moi donc le prix des services d'Aphinar à Suez. Je suis complètement paralysé: donc je désire me trouver de bonne heure à bord. Dites-moi à quelle heure je dois être transporté à bord.
Arthur Rimbaud
Íntima Fracção de 8 de Novembro de 2004
# Holger Czukay - All night long
# mistura de "Que reste t'il de nous amours" com sons da banda sonora do filme Playtime de Jacques Tati.
# Juliette Greco - L´Âme des poêtes
# Hector Zazou - Lettre au directeur
# This Mortal Coil - It'll end in tears
# Shriekback - The only thing that shines
# John Parish - Shrunken man
# Bardo Pond - Walking clouds
# Smog - Let's move to the country
# Lou Reed - Perfect day (never ending IF remix)
# Imitation Electric Piano - Theme for i.e. (apenas na versão on-line)
"A tristeza é como uma estrela que morreu há muito, mas continua a iluminar a sua própria ausência."
Marseille, 9 novembre 1891.
Monsieur le Directeur,
Je viens vous demander si je n'ai rien laissé à votre compte. Je désire changer aujourd'hui de ce service-ci, dont je ne connais même pas le nom, mais en tout cas que ce soit le service d'Aphinar. Tous ces services sont là partout, et moi, impotent, malheureux, je ne peux rien trouver, le premier chien dans la rue vous dira cela.
Envoyez-moi donc le prix des services d'Aphinar à Suez. Je suis complètement paralysé: donc je désire me trouver de bonne heure à bord. Dites-moi à quelle heure je dois être transporté à bord.
Arthur Rimbaud
Íntima Fracção de 8 de Novembro de 2004
# Holger Czukay - All night long
# mistura de "Que reste t'il de nous amours" com sons da banda sonora do filme Playtime de Jacques Tati.
# Juliette Greco - L´Âme des poêtes
# Hector Zazou - Lettre au directeur
# This Mortal Coil - It'll end in tears
# Shriekback - The only thing that shines
# John Parish - Shrunken man
# Bardo Pond - Walking clouds
# Smog - Let's move to the country
# Lou Reed - Perfect day (never ending IF remix)
# Imitation Electric Piano - Theme for i.e. (apenas na versão on-line)
"A tristeza é como uma estrela que morreu há muito, mas continua a iluminar a sua própria ausência."
Sexta-feira, Outubro 13, 2006
Quinta-feira, Outubro 12, 2006
INSPIRATIONAL
If you're living the unliveable
By loving the unloveable
It's time to start changing the unchangeable
By leaving the unleaveable
Come on
If you're living the unliveable
By loving the unloveable
It's time to start breaking
The unbreakable
And replacing the irreplaceable
If you're living the unliveable
By loving the unloveable
It's time to start changing the unchangeable
By leaving the unleaveable
Come on
If you're living the unliveable
By loving the unloveable
It's time to start breaking
The unbreakable
And replacing the irreplaceable
Quarta-feira, Outubro 11, 2006
Terça-feira, Outubro 10, 2006
Segunda-feira, Outubro 09, 2006
I LIVE IN SMOG
In 1987, Bill Callahan of Smog went on a freighter cruise.
“I don’t know if you know what these are,” Bill says, “It’s
these barges you see out in the ocean that don’t ever look like
they’re moving. They are full of cinnamon or raw wicker, some
cargo like that, and they sell a few berths. There were spaces
for seven passengers on the one I went on. For six weeks I was
on that thing with my cousin Lee, a couple retirees with absolutely
nothing to do and a guy who turned out to be a famous
crime novelist who was there to work on his next book. My
parents had insisted that I needed to cool my wheels because
I was getting into some trouble, as was Lee. So we went to
Papeete, Tuamotu, Suva.
When we finally pulled back into Baltimore’s harbor, I was
struck by one thing: the smog. The skyscrapers came in a close
second, but they sort of looked like seashells to me. The seashells
I’d been collecting at all the ports. But the smog made
me say, ‘I live in smog.’ And that stuck with me. I had been
writing some ‘instant songs’ while on the journey, short things
i could dilute the sea fever with.
When I got home my parents presented me with a bill for 2
grand so I decided to make a record to make some quick cash.
Four years later I had the two grand to pay them back.
That was my first album, SEWN TO THE SKY, which came
out in 1990.
I was like a caged animal set free after that. Roaming the
world with a variety of pick-up bands and making a record
wherever I could.”
In 1987, Bill Callahan of Smog went on a freighter cruise.
“I don’t know if you know what these are,” Bill says, “It’s
these barges you see out in the ocean that don’t ever look like
they’re moving. They are full of cinnamon or raw wicker, some
cargo like that, and they sell a few berths. There were spaces
for seven passengers on the one I went on. For six weeks I was
on that thing with my cousin Lee, a couple retirees with absolutely
nothing to do and a guy who turned out to be a famous
crime novelist who was there to work on his next book. My
parents had insisted that I needed to cool my wheels because
I was getting into some trouble, as was Lee. So we went to
Papeete, Tuamotu, Suva.
When we finally pulled back into Baltimore’s harbor, I was
struck by one thing: the smog. The skyscrapers came in a close
second, but they sort of looked like seashells to me. The seashells
I’d been collecting at all the ports. But the smog made
me say, ‘I live in smog.’ And that stuck with me. I had been
writing some ‘instant songs’ while on the journey, short things
i could dilute the sea fever with.
When I got home my parents presented me with a bill for 2
grand so I decided to make a record to make some quick cash.
Four years later I had the two grand to pay them back.
That was my first album, SEWN TO THE SKY, which came
out in 1990.
I was like a caged animal set free after that. Roaming the
world with a variety of pick-up bands and making a record
wherever I could.”
Domingo, Outubro 08, 2006
Sexta-feira, Outubro 06, 2006
I SWEAR, I SWEAR, THAT I WILL DO MY PART
O Outono, aqui, tarda em chegar. Faz-se melancólico como os outros, mas ajeita-se caprichoso. Como se se tratasse de alguma "haze of a drunken hour", o ar revolve-se. Sol, brumas, brumas, sol. Perante este espectáculo quase que consigo encolher os ombros e meter as mãos nos bolsos ao mesmo tempo que suspiro.
Last day in May, the afternoon: remember?
Black marks off charcoal from the dune: remember?
I thought it wouldn’t be too soon; we’d wait at least until its June.
The twenty-ninth of March it rained: remember?
You looked so sad that I explained: remember?
You knew it wouldn’t be too soon; we’ll have to wait until its June.
I’ve been waiting since I don’t know when and now it finally seems about to start.
I swear, I swear, that I will do my part.
December dark at six o’clock: remember?
The freezing wind gives you a shock: remember?
You knew it wouldn’t be too soon; we’ll have to wait until its June.
October damp on down the street: remember?
The sodden leaves stuck to your feet: remember?
You knew it wouldn’t be too soon; we’ll have to wait until its June.
I’ve been waiting since I don’t know when and now it finally seems about to start.
I swear, I swear, that I will do my part.
July the third we stayed up late: remember?
And thought how long we’d have to wait: remember?
It’ll be so long until it’s soon; it’ll be so long until its June.
The Fiery Furnaces, Here comes the summer
O Outono, aqui, tarda em chegar. Faz-se melancólico como os outros, mas ajeita-se caprichoso. Como se se tratasse de alguma "haze of a drunken hour", o ar revolve-se. Sol, brumas, brumas, sol. Perante este espectáculo quase que consigo encolher os ombros e meter as mãos nos bolsos ao mesmo tempo que suspiro.
Last day in May, the afternoon: remember?
Black marks off charcoal from the dune: remember?
I thought it wouldn’t be too soon; we’d wait at least until its June.
The twenty-ninth of March it rained: remember?
You looked so sad that I explained: remember?
You knew it wouldn’t be too soon; we’ll have to wait until its June.
I’ve been waiting since I don’t know when and now it finally seems about to start.
I swear, I swear, that I will do my part.
December dark at six o’clock: remember?
The freezing wind gives you a shock: remember?
You knew it wouldn’t be too soon; we’ll have to wait until its June.
October damp on down the street: remember?
The sodden leaves stuck to your feet: remember?
You knew it wouldn’t be too soon; we’ll have to wait until its June.
I’ve been waiting since I don’t know when and now it finally seems about to start.
I swear, I swear, that I will do my part.
July the third we stayed up late: remember?
And thought how long we’d have to wait: remember?
It’ll be so long until it’s soon; it’ll be so long until its June.
The Fiery Furnaces, Here comes the summer
Quinta-feira, Outubro 05, 2006
DESÍGNIO
Há neste instante uma distância que não me parece possível.
Alcançar de que me serve voltar a sentir as estações.
Este é o desígnio que não me parece.
Há neste instante uma distância que não me parece possível.
Alcançar de que me serve voltar a sentir as estações.
Este é o desígnio que não me parece.
Quarta-feira, Outubro 04, 2006
Terça-feira, Outubro 03, 2006
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